Scavenging was a bit of a bust as Harper headed back to the dorm rooms, a feeling of guilt lingered only for a moment before someone called out to her again. Cleaning was her second duty for the day and at least it was something that not only helped out the dorms but it was a chance for a little exercise. That was at least the lie Harper was going to tell herself as someone pointed in which team she was going to be in.
Dusting, not the worse, at least it didn’t involve something like cleaning the bathroom, the thought made her shudder in a way. No matter what guys where thought to believe, female bathrooms were not always cleaner.
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
Harper was sad to admit that cleaning wasn’t really an area she knew a lot about beyond cleaning up art supplies. As the other members of the dust team headed in their own separate directions in order to divide and conquer Harper fiddled with her thumbs before picking a room no one had walked into. Standing there she looked around, obviously there was no feather duster around, that was what most people used in the old films right? Maybe she could have ripped open a pillow… no that was a terrible idea she thought as she ran her finger along the top of a table. It left a somewhat grimy spot on her finger before she rubbed it off on her stockings. Last option she thought was to just breath on everything that would work right? No one would notice if she just blew it all onto the floor right?
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
A couple of deep breaths and layers of dust scattered around the room, floating into the air before resettling on the same space behind her. It was working for the most part Harper thought as she kept short breaths hoping not to pass out from the constant attempt of breathing. About half way around the room she paused, looking back over to the table she had started with and quickly scurrying over to it. Getting about eye level with the top of the table she ran her finger across the top and rubbed it against her thumb.
Dust.
She frowned; obviously despite what she was thinking was a great job in dealing with the dust it was turning more into frivolous attempt. She crouched down to the floor, wrapping her hands around her knees as she started to pick at the carpet. So far she wasn’t much help, obviously cleaning was really not her forte, the lack of upbringing her household showed her that. Another deep sigh and Harper was on her knees crawling towards the door, looking out into the hallway she didn’t see any of the other dusters about. Sitting down on the floor with her back to the door pane she looked around the room again.
It was clean enough right? Getting to her feet she dusted off her shorts and started to whistle innocently as she walked out the door and continued down the hallway as if nothing was wrong.
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
