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Post by Scarlett Adams on Jan 15, 2013 15:05:39 GMT -6
Scarlett was traipsing through Diagon Alley when it happened. Her arms precariously stacked with boxes and various bags hanging off each arm practically obscuring her view. As she was nearing Flourish & Blotts the front door swung open and her eyes widened. She swerved to avoid being smacked in the front but instead tripped over an unevenness in the cobblestones and went flying forward much like a cartoon. Her hands shot out to catch herself and her many parcels scattered. Various articles of clothing started spilling out of their bags and a few shoe boxes were upended.
Scarlett breathed for a moment, her face inches from the ground, and her hands on either side of her as if perhaps she were going to attempt a pushup. Once she had taken a significant pause to celebrate the fact she hadn’t completely face planted into the ground she sat up and surveyed her palms tenderly. The heels of her hands were a bit cut up. She made a small noise as she moved her legs and realised that her black tights were torn over her left knee which had been a tad skinned in the process.
“Really? Again? I swear I can never wear new clothes out of the store,” she said brushing her hands off on her very pretty jewel blue dress. Something always ended up happening to her, whether it was her spilling something on herself or somehow someone splashing something on her. Falling however was a new experience.
((ooc: Anyone?))
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Post by Nick Velasquez on Jan 17, 2013 20:47:42 GMT -6
Standing in his his flat, located directly over Flourish & Blotts on Diagon Alley, Nick Velasquez pulled a hoodie on over his vest and athletic shorts -- he was leaving to go for a run, and the stubborn Californian in him simply refused to acknowledge the fact that he now lived in a cold winter climate. As he left, his flatmate tried to yell something to him (probably about the rent, or the dishes, or the fact that Nick still had his cardboard boxes strewn everywhere even though he'd moved in two whole months ago), but he was already out the door and jogging down the steps to the street.
Nick slowed down then, stopping in front of a woman who'd just taken a tumble on the pavement (somehow) and quickly tugged his earphones from his head. "Uh... sorry, what? You talking to me?" he asked while pointing to himself and glancing around to confirm that she was, in fact, talking to him (or just narrating her life like a crazy person, no judgement). He bent down and attempted to put a pair of her pointy heels back into the box they had fallen out of, but couldn't quite figure out how to get them to fit, so he just shoved them in upside-down and gruffly handed the barely-closed box back to the woman. "You need, uh... a band-aid or somethin'? I can run in and get stuff from my apartment, I guess. I live right here," he explained while jabbing his thumb towards the steps he'd just come from.
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