Who: Mags and Inanna What: A private chat Where: Inanna's apartment to the downstairs lounge When: Friday September 9th, 2009 - 7pm Rating: G probably, maybe PG13 for explicatives Status:Complete
Dainty fingers linked together drawing slowly towards the ceiling, muscles straining and stretching until the young girl's toes had nearly reached the state of a ballet point. In a flicker of movement the slim body stumbled forward each limb bridging on near complete limpness in her relaxed state. This particular stretch at the end of the day's classes was becoming routine. Not that this day had been particularly difficult. At least the theater major only had to contend with regular courses today. After depositing her shoulder bag in her room Mags struck out in search of some way to let out the pent up energy. A quick skip down the stairs brought a soft hum from full lips. At the bottom however was disappointment. It looked like another zombiefied movie night in Mallet Hall. That did not fit the spunky girl's needs in the slightest.
Maybe a relaxing walk would do the trick. Auburn waves tussled on the breeze flowing like mahogany fire about slim shoulders as tennis shoes clipped a steady, chipper pace. While at first things had seemed quite daunting the freshman was beginning to enjoy the vast possibilities that her education would unlock. Without thought it seemed the southern belle's feet had carried her on a winding path that emptied at the back of Mallet Hall. A simple glimpse froze Mags mid step. Ivory pegs pinched full lips into a white line as conflicting thoughts battled for supremacy. It might be a bit early for her to be making a nuisance of herself. On the other hand she had some very serious questions broiling in her mind that were too private to randomly spurt out in class. And Inanna had seemed really nice so far. It was getting on in the day. Maybe the kind administrator just wanted to relax, not have a bunch of punk kids banging down her door in the off hours. Of course there was no way of knowing by standing out there staring at the window. With a sharp intake of breath steps flooded with purpose and more courage than the little mutant felt carried her to the appropriate door. Knuckles raised only to freeze with mouth agape when Mags realized she had no idea how to begin the conversation. In her haze of distant focus and premeditation knuckles fell absentmindedly against the door with a soft, "Hrmm."