Erin Caulwell (icyfingers) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-05-31 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | erin, kalli |
11.13.07
Who: Erin and Kalli
When: Tuesday evening, just before sundown
Where: On the way to the Student Lounge
What: Erin is on her way to hang up a flyer when she's bumped into. Literally.
Erin was on her way to the hopefully not-too-crowded student lounge to do something she felt she was going to regret. The carefully folded neon-green flyers in her right hand itched her fingers. Tutor? Working? Since when? She was annoyed. She hated explaining things to anyone, and here she was advertising that she was willing to do just that -- for a small fee, of course. She was counting on receiving adequate feedback because her flyer suggested the long lines at the tutoring center might not be worth the wait. She wasn't entirely wrong; sometimes it was easier to sit one and one. The only reason she wasn't downright furious with having to actually work for her money was probably because she'd had a good dinner, and ice cream had been available for dessert. She had a serious sweet tooth.
I wouldn't have to do this bullshit if they hadn't set me up with base essentials, she thought, eyes narrowing at the idea of her parents laughing at her situation. She was tired of living off two solid weeks worth of outfits, and she was low on perfume, makeup, and other things she required. Erin was used to having nice things. It wasn't until she'd officially Messed Up that her parents had sent her here in their frustration with very little to live off of. There were other ways to procure cash, she knew, but she wanted an immediate result and she just wasn't settled enough to dip her hands into anything she wasn't entirely sure about.
In high heels (she was rarely wearing flats, except for when she went to the gym), she was five foot nine, and walked fast. Her hair flew out behind her at a sudden autumn gust and she turned her face away from the sudden breeze, grey eyes narrowed. She hated that feeling. It took your breath away momentarily, and made you feel a little helpless.
Her grip on the flyers eased up just as the breeze subsided, and just as she lifted he chin high again, she was abruptly slammed into.
The flyers escaped her, and scattered, but she managed not to fall down. Ugh, that was all she needed. To offer herself up for tutoring services and to fall on her ass in one day. After regaining her balance, she shook her head a bit, and regained her composure. Then she looked for the person who hit her, eyebrows high.