Post by dodobird on Sept 20, 2011 22:51:20 GMT -5
So, the nearest Home Depot was in like…the next town over, right? Which was a pain to get to when you didn’t have a car. Marley made her way there with a series of subways, busses, and cabs. All just for a few things, but she was certain they’d be cheaper there than at WalMart. Plus, she could totally run across something to decorate Lost Boys with. The housing was alright, it just…didn’t seem to be entirely maintained too well. There were a few leaks, lightbulbs that didn’t work—plus—she wanted a heater put in her room because it was entirely too cold in hers. How she was going to do all of this—she hadn’t the slightest clue.
When she tried to explain what she needed to one of the nice men at the store, they just stared at her funny. And it made her nervous, which made her lose her words. She ended up shaking her head, and walking away from the person who was still trying to understand what the strange blonde girl had been saying. She plugged her headphones back into her ears, and shimmied through the aisles, not seeming to mind that a few peope were giving her strange looks for dancing in the store behind her cart while she dumped the needed items in.
She paused in one of the aisles, and looked up. Space heaters! Aha! But all the way at the top. She pressed one of her fingertips to her lips, and chewed on it, before looking around. No one was around, right? It wouldn’t hurt if she just…climbed up the shelves really fast to get what she needed. She didn’t want the whole store to cause a fuss to go get one of those picker looking things, just for one little item. Letting go of her cart, she hooked her thumbs in her belt loops, and attempted to pull her already size-too-small jeans higher up on her hips. Just incase someone did see, last thing she needed was to had her bumcrack flashing all over the place. She held onto one of the obscenely orange bars, and tested a shelf with her foot. She was tiny, and light weight—so it should hold her. Right? Right. She moved quickly, placing her feet in the open spaces, never moving slow enough for the shelves to groan.
Once she was about three shelves up, she grabbed the box, and balanced it on her hip, her other hand still clinging to the bar, feet on the shelf. That’s when she looked down. And felt very, very sick. Maybe it wasn’t that high, not for a normal person. But Marley didn’t like heights, and if she were to climb down she needed both hands. And if she moved her foot, her hip wouldn’t help her hold the heater that suddenly seemed to weight a ton. No, she hadn’t exactly thought this one out too well. So there she stood, her already troubled mind trying to devise a way get back down the shelves without getting kicked out. Or cracking her skull on the hard cement ground. “Oh…we’re in trouble, Marls.” She whispered to herself, biting down on her lower lip, as she put her forehead against the bar she was holding onto. That was starting to feel slippery. Which was making her adrenaline run, and her heart pound. She was going to die in Home Depot. Wouldn’t her sister’s be proud?
Tags: Zelda / Oliver / Olley / Marley
Notes: Marley's not entirely that bright.
Outfit: Someone ought to teach her how to find clothes that fit.
