Lisbeth (tempertemper_) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2011-12-08 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2011 [12] december |
Who: Lisbeth & Open to anyone
What: Cleaning
Where: Federal Hall, main hall.
When: December 8th, morning
Rating: TBC
Status: In progress
Lisbeth was in a pretty phenomenally excellent mood. If by excellent you meant "antsy and pissy" anyway. She had woken up after a fitful night of sleep and had immediately donned her cleaning garb. Hair swept back, plaid shirt, oversized yellow rubber gloves, and a very ratty pair of jeans. She was now glowering at the floor in the main hallway as if it was her nemesis. She meant business. The thing was getting pretty gross, with blood and mud and lord knows what else dried into the once gleaming marble. Lisbeth, sponge and bucket of citrus-y bleach concoction in hand, were going to make that dirt wish it had never been born. She was going to reinstate "gleaming" as the primary government of the floor. Hell yes. And woe betide anyone who crossed her path in the process, because at this point she was not above rallying troops to join her noble cause. For victory!
She rolled her eyes at herself, snorting a small derisive laugh at her own internal monologue. Troops. Right. As if cleaning the floor was actually useful in any way. But at least it was something to take her mind off...well...everything.