[gods. sometimes a girl just wants to go places, you know? and then she goes to a place and it's just...congested with people and it's noisy and smelly and who designed these malls to have the most maddening acoustics imaginable?!
Cecelia's quickly turned a thoughtful outing into a life-or-death mission to navigate this hell-mall, purchase the skirt she wants, and get the hell out of here without wasting any time. hell, she's even glaring icily at the kiosk vendors' general directions! that's what Darin said to do, right? threaten them with potential violence? that sounds right.
whatever.
skirt acquired. time to get out of here!
to the escalators she goes, trying to thread so many needles and bustle past gobs of loiterers and shoppers with zero sense of urgency. the real suffering is getting caught behind some harmless but woefully slow old folks just here to stretch their muscles and have a good time. on her time, gods! maybe the other side will have better luck.
not really: the other side is full of rowdy teens, the worst thing in the world. she fields calls for her attention by painted a very disgusted look on her face as she makes a bee line for the escalator, gingerly stepping on the latest step before feeling a hand brush her shoulder.]
launches myself off stairs 20 yrs late with starbux
Cecelia's quickly turned a thoughtful outing into a life-or-death mission to navigate this hell-mall, purchase the skirt she wants, and get the hell out of here without wasting any time. hell, she's even glaring icily at the kiosk vendors' general directions! that's what Darin said to do, right? threaten them with potential violence? that sounds right.
whatever.
skirt acquired. time to get out of here!
to the escalators she goes, trying to thread so many needles and bustle past gobs of loiterers and shoppers with zero sense of urgency. the real suffering is getting caught behind some harmless but woefully slow old folks just here to stretch their muscles and have a good time. on her time, gods! maybe the other side will have better luck.
not really: the other side is full of rowdy teens, the worst thing in the world. she fields calls for her attention by painted a very disgusted look on her face as she makes a bee line for the escalator, gingerly stepping on the latest step before feeling a hand brush her shoulder.]
Get! Off of meeeeeeEEAA--!
[she spun back too hard! wobbling! falling!!]