Who: Dani and Open What: Starts to move in When: Saturday Afternoon
She had made the trip between the garage, and the faculty building twice with no incident. The third time however, turned out not to be the charm, as that was the trip in which she stubbed her toe. It was the flip flops fault of course, they didn't offer much in the way of toe protection -- since she was in the process of moving, all her sensible shoes where still in boxes.
You can't swear at a school. Because it's a school, and young impressionable minds are being educated here. Those same young and impressionable minds of course, belonging to kids who probably have really filthy mouths. Last year Dani had been involved in saving some hostages from some guy bent on taking over not the world, just a corner of LA (because LA? was the center of the world. Duh.) One of the hostages had been a eight year old, and that kid, that kid had taught Dani a few new turns of phrase .
(Not that surprising, Dani tended to stick with the classics when it came to swearing. The four letter word that started with F worked fine for her. F-you, F-me, F-Her, F-Him, Mother-F'er . . . )
So what had she learned from that kid? Eight year olds swear – and it kids that little swear, surely to god the kids at this school are going to be using and abusing the English language. And maybe some space languages too, or something.
So Dani didn't swear, when she stumbled over her own feet, and started to lose a grip on the box she was holding , she simply winced. After all, the toe stub didn't hurt, it just caused her to stumble, and oh yes, start to lose the grip on the box. Stumbling for a few steps, she managed to keep her grip on the box, and decided that yes, she was going to take it slow from here on out. There was no deadline to get moved in by, so there was no need to rush like a crazy person.