Katherine. (lapislazuli) wrote in haunted_roads, @ 2008-02-16 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail, cecily |
WEEK TWO: MONDAY
WHO; ABIGAIL & CECILY
WHEN; Monday 10th Feb. (afternoon)
WHERE: The Towers - first floor near the mailboxes
WHAT; Checking the mail and having a nice chat :)
RATING; G - PG?
Abigail sighed as she pulled the key out of the padlock on her mailbox, un-hooking the metal lock and opening the little wooden door. A flurry of letters gushed out on to the floor, making her feel (momentarily) rather loved (if a little exasperated). She bent down to sit cross-legged on the marble floor, plunking her bag down next to her, to sift through the pile of mail on the floor with increasing distaste.
"Junk, bill, junk, bill, junk...postcard?" she raised an eyebrow dubiously, turning over the colour picture of Tokyo by night to see that it was, in fact, incorrectly addressed to a 'Mr. Henry Singh'.
"Typical..." she sighed heavily, continuing to sort the mail in to two piles - one for junk and mistaken postcards, the other for bills. The first she scooped up, getting awkwardly to her feet and wandering over to a trash can not too far away, depositing them in to it. She felt momentarily guilty for trashing Mr. Singh's postcard...but then again, it was his own fault for not bothering to get his mail forwarded. It wasn't her job to play Good Citizen and ensure it got to him. She had her own shit to worry about.
She returned to her stack of bills, kneeling down again and picking them up, stuffing them in to her black and pink striped messenger bag. It was starting to depress her - the lack of contact with the outside world. Or...well...anyone, really. The occasional letter - a real, proper letter - wouldn't be unwelcome. But she knew the only person who was aware of her address would never even consider writing. Her Father just...wasn't a people person.
She sighed for a third time, hefting the bag back on to her shoulder and spinning around, barreling straight in to someone...