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Tweak says, "COWABUNGA!!!"

whitebuffalo (whitebuffalo) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-07-07 21:16:00

Entry tags:

hera, white buffalo woman

Remember you could catch fire
Who: Alexa and open.
What: Home for an extended lunch.
Where: Lobby of Pax Letale.
When: 1PM.
Warnings: TBA.
Notes: TBA.

The hours of morning had dragged on like mercilessly busy days, ones where she barely could find the time to grab a cup of coffee to sip from in peace. By the time she walked away from her desk and said goodbye to her last client before lunch break, she was more than ready to head on home, where she could kick off her shoes and put her feet up. A quick stop in a store gave her what she craved; pasta salad and an iced mocha latte that quickly would turn into a hot brew in her wreck of a car, that didn't even have air conditioning. By the time she parked in the vicinity of her new home, the urge to go veg on the beach became yet another desire. Later, she promised herself as she grabbed her bag full of pasta salad and a now not so iced mocha latte and reached for an armful of files and then steadily walked to the doors. She managed to open them without a hitch, but as she walked towards the elevator she lost her hold on the dozen files nestled in the crook of her elbow.

She could only stare as the contents of the files scattered themselves over the tiled floor. A curse wasn't far off. "Fuck me." After setting her bag down on the floor, Alexa finally knelt down and picked up a paper and folder and stuffed it inside. She'd have a ball with sorting all this out, during what was supposed to have been lunch break. She was back into the daily grind after all.

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oxeyed
2011-07-08 06:38 am UTC (link)

Tanya had spent the morning scouring the city for decent grocery stores. Now that she was somewhat settled, it was time to set about marking out a territory for herself. She was picky about her produce, and she refused to shop anywhere that did not carry fresh produce that was up to her standards. If she was going to live here, she was going to know exactly where she could find what she needed. She had a system she used, and this system resulted in many, many bags of fruits and vegetables and the use of many, many sticky notes.

She pushed open the door to the lobby with her back, juggling the many bags of strawberries she was carrying along with her rather large purse, she did a quick survey of the area to ensure her path to the elevator was clear. It wasn't. She huffed. She wasn't a fan of the elevator. She much preferred to use the stairs. Very few people tended to use the stairs and it was good for you. With this many bags, though, the stairs weren't really an option.

She stared at the back of the woman as she cleaned up her papers and debated what to do. Manners dictated that she set down her parcels and help her clean up her mess. Her mind dictated that the woman had made the mess herself and should have to clean it up herself, and besides, she was carefully balancing all her bags. Setting them down would upset this balance. But, the papers presented a hazard. Also, this was a neighbor she had not had the chance to evaluate yet. Hm.

"Need some help?"

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whitebuffalo
2011-07-28 04:51 am UTC (link)

Sometimes, there wasn't enough hairspray in the world to keep your pantyhose from tearing. As she could feel her pantyhose tear because of unwanted friction of skin and tile, Alexa glanced to the side, only to see a woman who was precariously balancing grocery bags. "If you have hands to spare," Alexa told her kindly as she picked up a manila folder from the floor in an awkward position and its contents dumped themselves on the floor. Ack. Her movements turned hurried and careless as she nodded. "Please do."

The bun on her head was loosening and strands of hair were falling over her face. "This is just godawful a mess that's got me frantic like a sinner in church."

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oxeyed
2011-07-29 06:51 am UTC (link)

Of course she needed help. Curse manners for forcing her to offer. With careful placement, she set down her bags and her purse, keeping each parcel lined up evenly with the one next to it. It didn't matter that her packages would only be sitting on the ground for a few moments, keeping them orderly was crucial.

She couldn't help but assess the woman. She was messy, her appearance sloppy and her papers in shambles. The whole scene nearly made Tanya's eye twitch. She knelt down beside the talkative woman and helped her gather her papers.

"Looks like you are in need of a briefcase," she offered, hoping it came off as helpful. Wouldn't do to be rude so soon after meeting, would it?

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