Angelina (Angel) Apaugasma (whitewingprayer) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-07-30 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | angelina, wesley |
Saturday 12/15/07
Who: Angelina, Wesley
When: Early afternoon
Where: Room 1D, Angel's apartment
What: Wesley is going to give his all knowing opinion on how she has arranged her furniture
Warning: TBD
Moving furniture by yourself was hard, hot work. Angelina was taking her second break Saturday afternoon after trying to rearranged the living room. She didn't even want to think about moving that bed in her bedroom. With a huff she threw open the window, to let some cool air into the room as she was baking from all that exerted energy. In the small dining area she sat and poked around her laptop. Her AIM was blinking, to which she smiled and wondered who it was. A man named Wesley, apparently. She had yet to visit the infirmary and couldn't recall having personally met him Wednesday at Hope's little birthday get-together. She had tried so hard to meet everyone but it had come and gone so quick she may have missed him. Or he may have not been there at all. She could not be sure.
After telling Wesley she was going to go push the couch, she looked at it head on like it was a gigantic beast that needed to be tamed. Not that she was sure where to put it, but moving it over even a few feet from where it stood may have been nice. Putting her palms on the right armrest, fingers down, and back toward the entrance to the apartment, Angelina leaned her hips into the cushion with her hands as she tried to push it. At least she had the carpet sliders under the feet, but it was still heavy and as Nox had found out, Angel was not very strong at all. She was a pretty little thing from the South that had things done for her because she usually only had to ask kindly. Lifting heavy objects was rarely a task she had to perform when there was a stronger man nearby who was willing to help. They were all so nice down in North Carolina, she had yet to see the same kindness up here.
Perhaps it was all of that cold snow outside. One would never have known it was so cold out with the way the half-angel was dressed in jean shorts and a tank top, sneakers on her feet and hair tied up. She was ready for a summer jog.