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Antonella
Tony's brow lifted, "You're not paying the bill?" She asked, her other brow lifting along with the first, "Well, then I hope you know the restaurant owner, because I sure as hell can't pay this tab." She shook her head, "And you look like you've been packed into a tin of sardines," she teased, laughing a tad bit, "You think you'll survive the ride alright? Or will we need to get you a wheel chair until the feeling returns to your legs?"
Edna
Edna had sent Mary off on her lunch about forty minutes ago and knew that her coworker would be back any minute. Still, there were books that needed to be put back. She'd done all the ones that were in easy reach, but now was the challenge of the higher-up shelves. She looked up and glared at them, her hate filled glare then turning to the ladder. Edna hated heights. She didn't have a fear of heights, just hated them. There was nothing she could do about it, though, since this was part of her job. So with a sigh she pulled her cart of books over, situated the ladder, took a few books in her arm, and climbed up. She was just organizing them when a group of children came around the corner, running and giggling, "Hey, careful kids," She said, "You shouldn't be running-" one of them hit the ladder with their foot, offsetting her balance. Edna's eyes widened as she felt herself and the ladder fall back, her arms pinwheeling in an attempt to regain her balance.
Faye
When they reached the hotel - apartment, really, but Faye couldn't allow her to believe this dump was meant as anything permanent - she lead the boys up to the third floor, choosing the stairs since the elevator looked suspiciously broken. She unlocked her door with her key, waving them in, "Come on, anything you guys want specifically?" She asked, walking to the kitchen, "I have tequila, scotch, and some vodka. I've also got soda and orange juice that we can mix it with." The walls of the apartment were thin, allowing Faye to hear the Italian family next door. They were fighting this time, their voices rising and falling with emotion. Faye ignored it, hoping that Jason and Mariah didn't notice.
This area was far from safe, Faye having counted at least six drug dealers and criminals on their way from the car to the building. She hoped none of them tried to touch Jason's car, but doubted that it would leave in the same condition that it came in.
Antonella
Tony's brow lifted, "You're not paying the bill?" She asked, her other brow lifting along with the first, "Well, then I hope you know the restaurant owner, because I sure as hell can't pay this tab." She shook her head, "And you look like you've been packed into a tin of sardines," she teased, laughing a tad bit, "You think you'll survive the ride alright? Or will we need to get you a wheel chair until the feeling returns to your legs?"
Edna
Edna had sent Mary off on her lunch about forty minutes ago and knew that her coworker would be back any minute. Still, there were books that needed to be put back. She'd done all the ones that were in easy reach, but now was the challenge of the higher-up shelves. She looked up and glared at them, her hate filled glare then turning to the ladder. Edna hated heights. She didn't have a fear of heights, just hated them. There was nothing she could do about it, though, since this was part of her job. So with a sigh she pulled her cart of books over, situated the ladder, took a few books in her arm, and climbed up. She was just organizing them when a group of children came around the corner, running and giggling, "Hey, careful kids," She said, "You shouldn't be running-" one of them hit the ladder with their foot, offsetting her balance. Edna's eyes widened as she felt herself and the ladder fall back, her arms pinwheeling in an attempt to regain her balance.
Faye
When they reached the hotel - apartment, really, but Faye couldn't allow her to believe this dump was meant as anything permanent - she lead the boys up to the third floor, choosing the stairs since the elevator looked suspiciously broken. She unlocked her door with her key, waving them in, "Come on, anything you guys want specifically?" She asked, walking to the kitchen, "I have tequila, scotch, and some vodka. I've also got soda and orange juice that we can mix it with." The walls of the apartment were thin, allowing Faye to hear the Italian family next door. They were fighting this time, their voices rising and falling with emotion. Faye ignored it, hoping that Jason and Mariah didn't notice.
This area was far from safe, Faye having counted at least six drug dealers and criminals on their way from the car to the building. She hoped none of them tried to touch Jason's car, but doubted that it would leave in the same condition that it came in.
December 18th, 2014 at 08:21pm