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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:36 am
Marit squinted at the floor map, the assigned rooms were all jumbled up and she had no clue where Kimmie’s room was now. Oh, wait. It was just over there. She glanced up, realizing that Kim’s room was just across the hall from her own, she felt a little stupid for not noticing. But it totally didn’t help that no one had time to decorate their doors yet. At least Marit hadn’t. She glanced over at her own door and its sad state of plainness. That would have to be amended. But later! Right now she had friends to harass. She hadn’t heard from Kimmie since before break and she wasn’t going to let her off easy for it! She pounded on the door assigned as Kimmie’s. The rapping was obnoxious enough, but not so much that she might disrupt the whole floor.
“Kiiiiimmieeeee”. She pressed her ear against the door in search of signs of life. That would be just her luck, Kim being out at class. That’s okay though, if no one answered (Or rather, if Kimmie didn’t answer, as it would be totally weird and potentially embarrassing if someone else answered) she’d just abuse her prolific sticky-note collection and make sure Kimmie knew she was there. And boy, would she know.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:41 am
"It's open!"
The shout came from inside the room, and sounded as if Kimmie was buried underneath something. In fact, she wasn't buried under something - more in something. Her duvet was scrumpled on her bed, pillow was on top of the TV and clothes were scattered all across the room, originating from the suitcase in the middle of the room that her head was buried in as she searched for her swimming costume. She wanted to go diving, damnit! Apparently they'd enhanced the school's diving board this term, and she couldn't wait to try it out.
Suddenly aware that her reaction to the knocking could've been considered rude, she glanced up, brushing her fringe from her face and clambering over the suitcase, falling onto the door after tripping. Righting herself with a giggle she opened it, beaming at the familiar face that greeted her. "Mariiiiiiit!"
Let the hugging ensue.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:00 pm
For a moment Marit pondered calling some variety of rescue service... or at least the Floor Assistant. Because it sounded like Kimmie was being eaten by something. Or digging a hole to the first floor. The scandal, Kimmie the peeping-tom. She jumped a little at the thumping and tumbling sounds being created beyond the threshold. "YOU OKA---" The door opened and a disheveled but otherwise healthy looking red-head peeked out.
She threw open her arms and semi-leaped at Kimmie. "What're you doing in there!?" She grinned, attempting to peer over Kimmie's shoulder, "It sounds like you're trying to hide a dinosaur in your closet." Well. Maybe not a dinosaur, at least not a large one. But she didn't have a hard time imagining a smaller dinosaur, or other large lizard. "What's up? I haven't talked to you in like--forever. How was your holiday?" She continued to babel about nothing in particular. Not really giving enough time for any one response before jumping onto the next question.
She finally exhausted her string of inquiries. For the moment anyway. And quieted. Waiting expectantly for about fifteen answers at once.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:09 pm
Kimmie nearly stumbled back as she was ATTACKED - well, maybe a slight exaggeration. She soon caught herself, anyway, grinning as she hugged her friend back tightly, backing into her room and holding the door open to invite Marit in too.
"Nah, no dinosaurs. Only the pretty girls, you know me, and maybe a boy or two..." she joked, winking suggestively before bursting into giggles once again, feeling somewhat giddy. She was really here - back at good ol' Barren Pines, joking around with her friends again. She'd missed this! "It's just a leetle messy..." she admitted, chewing her bottom lip as she closed the door behind Marit, hopping over the suitcase to shove her duvet quickly onto the floor, creating space for Marit to sit, lounge, lay...heck, whatever she wanted really, on the now-empty bed.
"Holiday was great, thanks! And I know! It seems like years since I've seen you! I've been up to all sorts - diving competitions, extra credit in History, dating the odd guy or gal..." she trailed off with another wink, grinning merrily as she jumped onto the bed, pressing her palms to the ceiling, stretching her arms as she looked down at Marit, "How 'bout you, what've you been up to, eh?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:25 pm
Marit stuck out her tongue teasingly, "Ya tart, I was totally almost right. I figured you were drilling a hole down to the first floor." She wrinkled her nose as she picked her way past the door, making a mockingly chastizing tutting sound at the state of Kimmie's room. " Daaang, girl. It's like attack of the bed monster!" She plopped down heavily on the now free bed, limply bobbing along as the springs sagged under her weight.
"That's so cool!" Marit had always been impressed with Kimmie's propensity for diving. Sure she could swim and heck, she'd even jump of the high-dive. But it would generally be a cannon ball, not a swan dive. And any delusion of grandeur that might prompt her to attempt a swan dive was generally smothered when she ungracefully slammed face-first into the water. She leaned back against the wall, peering at the ceiling in contemplation. "Oh, not much, just kinda hanging out with the family, you know?" She huffed, her own vacation had been disappointingly uneventful. "I stepped on a bee and my foot swelled up, it was so gross. But that's about it."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:37 pm
Kimmie chuckled, mocking offense at the insult, but it was clearly all play as she shortly burst into giggles, gasping at Marit's suggestion of what she was actually doing, "What a good idea! I'd need a drill, though - got one handy?" she teased, wrinkling her nose a little at the mention of her room, dismissing the subject with a wave of her hand, "Pssssh, I was just looking for my swimming costume! Was gonna go diving, but now you're here!"
Whereas usually she might put diving as the priority, it was the start of a new semester, and she needed to catch up with her friends. Diving could wait until this evening. She continued to smile down at her friend, nodding in response to her recalling of the holiday, the red-head running a hand through her short hair. "A bee? Ugh!" she shuddered, fiddling with the dangly earrings she was wearing - a luxury for once, since she would usually wear small studs for practicality. She was possibly scared of bees, but yeah, like she'd admit that!
"Is it better now?" she asked, trying to glance at Marit's foot, leaning over and having to steady herself on the ceiling.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 1:03 pm
Marit pursed her lips in thought, taking a mental tour of her room in search of demolition tools. "I think I'm fresh out. I bet one of the boys would have one though." She leaned in conspiratorially. "I wonder if you'd have better luck convincing one of them if you told them what you were doing. They're such total perverts." A broad grin played across her face as she leaned back. She absently wondered who was even below Kimmie, it would suck if she went through all that trouble only to have nothing to look at.
She waved her feet back and forth, as though the movement would affirm the health of her podal extremities. "When it happened I couldn't even fit my foot in my shoe." She was grateful she didn't have an allergy, she knew some kids that did. She would hate it if she had to carry around one of those epi-pens all the time.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 1:08 pm
Kimmie giggled, twirling her fringe with a single finger as she chewed her bottom lip - it was such a bad habit, but she couldn't help it. "Aww, that's a good point! They'd get the view upwards, too. I'd never be able to wear a skirt!" she gasped, bursting into laughter and falling onto her bum, bouncing a few times on the creaky springs before sighing, leaning against the wall beside Marit with a smile. One of those famous Kimmie-smiles.
"That's grossss. But at least it's better now - anymore casualties?" she chuckled, gently reaching up and poking her friend's shoulder, clicking her tongue boredly against the roof of her mouth.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 1:24 pm
Marit shrugged, she didn't see the loss in not wearing a skirt. She always felt so trapped in them. It was like the world's way to keep girls out of trouble. She had no intentions of being kept out of trouble, thank you. "You could always mess with them," she pointed out, "Cover it with like, a picture of an old lady or something." She tried imagining it, and snickered, the only downside would be not being able to see their reactions. But that was a horse of a different color.
"I think the bee was hurting more than I was." She retorted, leaning with the poke to the point where she fell over on the mattress. "All his poor little bee friends... couldn't even have a funeral. It was total buggy carnage." She threw her hand over her head, like it was some awful tragedy. She was an insect home-wrecker.
(Edit: Running off to class! Will be back later!)
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 7:38 am
Kimmie sniggered softly at the suggestion of an old lady, before sighing as she leaned heavier on the wall, casting her gaze up to the ceiling. She'd have to stick a poster there, or some glow-in-the-dark stars or something. It was far too dull at the moment, just plain white. "Might be a bit obvious, though, if they just had some creepy grandma staring at them." she chuckled, before pouting a little, showing she also felt the pain of the bee sting. Maybe no physically right at that moment - but she'd certainly been stung before.
"Awww. You're a monster, Marit, a monster! Killing that poor, defenseless bee! MURDERER!" she spoke, eventually climaxing in a shout and accusing point, looking serious for a grand total of about two seconds before bursting into a pile of giggles, collasping sideways onto her friend.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:03 am
"Well, it'd serve them right for spying on you!" Never mind the obvious hypocrisy of that statement. The boys would have to take significant time and effort to spy on their elevated neighbors than Kimmie would have looking down at them. She raised an eyebrow at Kimmie's pouting, but decided against making a comment.
"I know, I know!" She hanged her head in shame, burying her face in her palms. Her arm shot out, as if to push Kimmie away from the villainous heathen. But she ended up just flicking Kimmie in the nose. "AND YOU'RE NEXT!" She wrapped her arms around Kimmie and made a vain attempt to sound frightening.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 9:38 am
Ahh, wasn't that statement a little hypocritical? If she was the one drilling the hole and spying on them, surely it would be her own fault if they caught her in some sort of compromising position? Silly Marit. Always grinning, especially here with a good friend, Kimmie yelped in surprise as she was suddenly ATTACKED by Marit, caught by surprise and tumbled to the side and off of the bed, landing on the floor with a rather loud 'CRASH'. Kimmie shouted as her elbow hit awkwardly, before bursting into the sort of pained giggles when something's funny but you're really hurting.
"OW! Aww crap...HA!"
This was an odd situation. She was in pain, but finding it all hilarious.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:23 am
Something scraped against the wall, just outside of the room. What sounded like a moan gurgled lowly in a wheezing throat, punctuating by rough breaths. "...ungh...." Bloody, scabbing fingers reached themselves to grip at the door frame--now in plain sight for the girl's to see. It looked as though they were standing, just from the placement of the hand.
It seemed like someone else was in pain (or were they?), and finding it less amusing than Kimmie.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:41 pm
Marit flailed, attempting to catch herself but without success, she tumbled off the bed right next to Kimmie, making her own uncomfortable fwump on the floor. She screeched, bapping at Kimmie before even thinking she might be seriously hurt, "You doof, you're not supposed to fall over!" She carefully picked herself up, then frowned down at Kimmie, "You okey?" It looked like Kimmie had sprung a giggle leak. It was kinda weird.
She extended her hand to help the girl up when all of a sudden there was a horrible scratching sound. "What is tha-" She jerked her head around to look for the source. And saw the hand. She fell over again, looking wide-eyed in Kimmie's direction. DO YOU SEE THAT? She thought she was going crazy. Like she bumped her head. Maybe when Kim hit the floor she unleashed a rogue pocked of laughing gas, and they were both hallucinating.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:51 am
Kimmie was too busy laughing at first to hear the moan, only laughing harder at her friend's screech. She looked over at Marit, still giggling, although her giggles began to subside as she saw the darker-skinned girl's wide, fearful eyes, the moan suddenly reaching her ears as her head snapped around, pivoting on her head to see the fingers, clawing at her door frame.
...Was that blood!? Crap, were they in pain or something? Sound she scream for help? Her own eyes widened, her mind telling her it was just some stupid boy playing a practical joke. Probably Cameron. But at the same time...those moans, they sounded so real and creepy. Swallowing the lump in her throat, breathing having quickened a little along with her heart beat, Kimmie shuddered, shuffling away from the door as she shouted out, "Whoever's there, stop it! Jokes over!"
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