WHO: Jane, tagging Chris but open to any who wants to join in. WHERE: The laundry room on 1st floor. WHEN: Jan. 13, late afternoon. WHAT: Awkward laundry room conversations RATING: G, PG at most.
Whistling to herself, Jane left the elevator with her moderately filled laundry basket and began her search for the laundry room. Thankfully it was not a search that took very long but Jane never had much trouble finding places, nor did she ever have to worry about getting lost. Something she attributed to a good memory and sense of direction and never questioned. Right now it certainly hadn't crossed her mind as she entered the sought after room. Shiny new machines lined the walls and as she noted the coin slots on the washers and dryers Jane had to check her pockets just to make sure she had remembered change. Jane slipped her hand into the pocket of her jeans and felt reassured as her fingers grazed the coins, she should have enough for the small load she had to do. I really need to get some more clothes, Jane thought as she walked up to one of the washers. When fleeing her hometown Jane had only taken what she could carry stuffed into an old army duffle bag that use to belong to grandpa Hoffman and that hadn't been much. Just some books, her laptop, shoes and whatever clothes she could stuff in around the other stuff.
Note to self, when I get a job the first thing I'm doing is finding the nearest thrift store, she silently promised. For now she'd have to stick with what she had in order to save money. Living at Marchen Heights was already helping Jane out on the money front as it allowed her to stretch out her savings and stolen money but Jane was sensible enough to know she'd have to watch her spending carefully now that she was on her own. Sadly that meant her dreams of travelling would have to be put on hold until she had the funds so Jane was living vicariously through her beloved travel guides. Today she had thrown a book about Berlin on top of her clothes to read while she waited.
Laying the book on the closed top of another washer, Jane began loading the washer when she realized she wasn't alone. Giving a visible start, Jane's momentary surprise expression quickly changed to a smile as she regarded the other person. "Hello", she greeted the other resident cheerfully. "I'm Jane, from the third floor", the redhead added as if this person was going to ask but she figured it wouldn't hurt to introduce herself. That's how you made friends, right? Friends were something Jane was looking fore or at the very least she'd be satisfied to just have people to talk to. Coming from a small town where she know most of the people, Jane found the anonymity that came with living in a city lonesome so she was eagerly looking forward to getting to know some of the people living in her building. "I don't think we've met, have we?" Jane prompted, hoping she could at least get their name.