Post by Brynn Doyle on Jan 8, 2010 15:08:54 GMT -5
Brynn shook her head, she wondered how long she been day dreaming. It was still day light when she had went to get supplies to start clean-up. Brynn looked down at her hands, she was still holding a full bottle of windex, and a roll of paper towels sat on desk infront of her. Brilliant, she had no idea what time of the night it was, and she still had to clean all of the veiwing glass in her sector. She knew it had to be done, so why sit around twitteling her thumbs when she should have been home god knows how long ago.
As she stood from her seat, she sighed and examined the darkness outside of the window, but knew that her staring at it wasn't going to make the sun come up. She grabbed the roll of paper towels as she exited the room.
Outside of the small office was a flight of stairs. Brynn hated stairs, she hate going down them, going up them, standing on them, or even standing under them for that matter. She ran a hand throught her dark locks, or at least the portion of it that wasn't tied back in her messy bun. Fear, or no fear, she had a job to do, and that job was down those stairs. She took in a deep breath and practically ran down the steps.
Should I start at the bottom or the top? Brynn questioned herself, but she decided to starting at the top would be best, for today at least. She shoved the roll of paper towels under her arm after tearing off a few for the time being. She lifted the windex bottle and was startled to hear a loud thud echo through the hall, followed by wetness on her feet.
Quickly, Brynn stepped away from the spreading puddle of windex and dropped to her hands and knees, the paper towel roll that had been under her arm rolled arms length away from her. She threw the paper towels that had been in her hand ontop of the spill, but it wasn't enough. She hurridly reached for the roll and started piling paper towels ontop of the spill to soak it up.
"Why do these things always happen to me?" Brynn asked retorically to herself. She sat flat on her bottom, her legs outstretched at angles. "Great," she said after hearing her stomach growl. "Ugh," she exclaimed and let the upright portion of her body collapse on the ground. This had to be unsanitary, but at the moment she wasn't concerned with that.
As she stood from her seat, she sighed and examined the darkness outside of the window, but knew that her staring at it wasn't going to make the sun come up. She grabbed the roll of paper towels as she exited the room.
Outside of the small office was a flight of stairs. Brynn hated stairs, she hate going down them, going up them, standing on them, or even standing under them for that matter. She ran a hand throught her dark locks, or at least the portion of it that wasn't tied back in her messy bun. Fear, or no fear, she had a job to do, and that job was down those stairs. She took in a deep breath and practically ran down the steps.
Should I start at the bottom or the top? Brynn questioned herself, but she decided to starting at the top would be best, for today at least. She shoved the roll of paper towels under her arm after tearing off a few for the time being. She lifted the windex bottle and was startled to hear a loud thud echo through the hall, followed by wetness on her feet.
Quickly, Brynn stepped away from the spreading puddle of windex and dropped to her hands and knees, the paper towel roll that had been under her arm rolled arms length away from her. She threw the paper towels that had been in her hand ontop of the spill, but it wasn't enough. She hurridly reached for the roll and started piling paper towels ontop of the spill to soak it up.
"Why do these things always happen to me?" Brynn asked retorically to herself. She sat flat on her bottom, her legs outstretched at angles. "Great," she said after hearing her stomach growl. "Ugh," she exclaimed and let the upright portion of her body collapse on the ground. This had to be unsanitary, but at the moment she wasn't concerned with that.