Riley Harlow (![]() ![]() @ 2010-06-15 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | fūjin, morrigan, nephthys |
Who: Chris and Riley and anybody that wants to play! [Open Log]
What: Moving in shenanigans
Where: Staircase from the third floor and beyond!
When: Move-in day
Warnings: Heavy boxes and introductions.
Pulling her fire engine red hair up into a ponytail, Riley shuffled down the third floor hallway. There were still a few boxes out in the hallway in clusters, creating a bit of a treacherous track for her to navigate. Her beat-up gym sneakers that were far too old to be allowed anywhere near the nice gyms made barely a sound as she hopped over low boxes and twisted sharply at the entrance to the stairs. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked to Chris, beckoning to him. "Come on!" she said with a smile, placing one foot down on the second step. "You have to show me which truck is yours." Usually, people didn't accept free help like that. She supposed they were naturally suspicious of it. But Riley had meant her offer in earnest, and she was really happy that somebody had taken her up on it. After all, running around meeting people was a lot more fun than sifting through her own junk.
As Chris caught up, she scurried down the stairs, her footsteps thundering like a stampede of cattle. The stairwell seemed to only make the sound echo, amplifying it. She laughed, hopping down heavily on the next landing. Once again, the sound echoed. She peered around the corner, wondering if anybody else would be coming with boxes. Then again, there was an elevator. But Riley had brought a few of her things up by the stairs. After all, it wasn't far, and if the box wasn't painfully heavy, it made for a good workout.