Tergiversated [open]
Dec 17, 2011 22:01:38 GMT -5
Post by Eloise Ryann on Dec 17, 2011 22:01:38 GMT -5
This could classify as cruelty, Eloise was sure of it. Why did they decide to transfer her in winter of all seasons? Even if it did grow irritatingly chilly in London or Switzerland, Vermont just seemed to have winter weather to rival the both of them combined. That being said, it could just have been her resolution to dislike the place settling underneath her skin, adding to her lower temperature.
Eloise Ryann had crossed the Atlantic alone, and had technically arrived at the school alone (chauffeurs don't really count for human interaction). Wrapped under layers of clothing, that still somehow managed to let the cold air meet up with her skin, she walked to the Main Office, alone. She was simultaneously trying to drag along her many suitcases and type a text message to her parents on a touch-screen phone with thick gloves.
Needless to say, it didn't go very well.
Eloise: oim abopuyt to walj in throuugh the dons now
Dr. O. Ryann: what? where are you?
Eloise: *i'm
Eloise: *about
Eloise: *walk
Eloise: (doors. auto-current
Eloise: *correctt
Eloise: &correct
Eloise: dnagit
Dr. O. Ryann: i'm a little busy atm, talk to you later?
And with her eyes peeking over a thick blue scarf, Eloise glared at the telephone screen. Snowflakes began to fall, and despite it being the only thing she felt like doing, she refused to shout obscenities at the phone.
With some difficulty, she managed to slide off her carry-on bag and replace the cellular phone back in the pocket of her pea-coat. This was ridiculous. She had at least four bags with her, and the door, barely seven feet away, seemed to be eons ahead in her future. Eloise looked around, making small circles with her footprints.
"Hello? Sorry, but do you think you could help me out?" she asked the first stranger she saw.
Eloise Ryann had crossed the Atlantic alone, and had technically arrived at the school alone (chauffeurs don't really count for human interaction). Wrapped under layers of clothing, that still somehow managed to let the cold air meet up with her skin, she walked to the Main Office, alone. She was simultaneously trying to drag along her many suitcases and type a text message to her parents on a touch-screen phone with thick gloves.
Needless to say, it didn't go very well.
Eloise: oim abopuyt to walj in throuugh the dons now
Dr. O. Ryann: what? where are you?
Eloise: *i'm
Eloise: *about
Eloise: *walk
Eloise: (doors. auto-current
Eloise: *correctt
Eloise: &correct
Eloise: dnagit
Dr. O. Ryann: i'm a little busy atm, talk to you later?
And with her eyes peeking over a thick blue scarf, Eloise glared at the telephone screen. Snowflakes began to fall, and despite it being the only thing she felt like doing, she refused to shout obscenities at the phone.
With some difficulty, she managed to slide off her carry-on bag and replace the cellular phone back in the pocket of her pea-coat. This was ridiculous. She had at least four bags with her, and the door, barely seven feet away, seemed to be eons ahead in her future. Eloise looked around, making small circles with her footprints.
"Hello? Sorry, but do you think you could help me out?" she asked the first stranger she saw.