charls is a job juggler (arithmetician) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2013-12-23 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, charls goodwyn, day: october 26, eli gilbert, player: cal, player: liv |
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Who: Charls Goodwyn + Eli Gilbert
What: A rather unhappy meeting in the hall
When: Afternoon of 2013 October 26
Where: Hallway of their rooms
Rating: ~PG
Status: Finished.
Charls loved Saturday deliveries. They were pleasant surprises when he expected everything to be delayed by the weekend until Monday and put him in a good mood. They were, also, one of the few sure-fire ways to get him out of his room when he was enjoying a solo weekend with a book or a machine in hand.
By the time he had climbed back up to his floor, Charls was already carrying four flat boxes piled on top of each other by his arms. If it was ever in his character to whistle at all, he would have done so with a tune that might pick up the tune of Chim Chim Cheree. His movements were certain and cheerful in their own quiet way -- he couldn't see where he was walking about it was like the packages had fed him with the confidence he needed.
That is, until for some strange reason, he came upon a puddle.
His left foot squished on something, and curiosity almost compelled him to step again for another experiment but the better part of him made him turn his body sideways to see the damp spot bleeding out through the door. A second later, he cut off a curse word from slipping through his teeth and jumped back in urgency. As if it was bad enough that his electrokinesis might suddenly go crazy in the wrongest place possible, it was worse that he had four new servers on his arms while it could happen.
Charls went around the puddle and maneuvered the keycard out of his pocket and into his room's lock. As soon as he had safely deposited the servers in his desk, he stomped back out, towards the neighboring door and knocked on it with the rhythm of his frown. "Caleb?" he called through it. "Caleb, it's Charls."