December's Debris

[fayden]

Fayden blinked as he passed a door labeled "Lounge", Arelia clinging to his arm as usual. Swiveling around, the girl spinning with him, he knocked on the door twice and opened it to witness...

Well, one's average lounge with a few arcade-esque games. What a let-down.

He sighed and walked over to a Pac-Man machine, dropping a quarter into the hole. Locating a joystick, he moved it around, watching the yellow blob of permanent reverse-anorexia devour several yellow orbs and a single large one, then directed it towards the four ghosts. It ate one, two, three, and finally four of them before deciding to gorge itself on more of those things, which he had decided were now just floating balls of Swiss cheese.

.;_Arelia_;.

Arelia, as per usual, had wandered around and had finally selected a couch upon which to recline upon. Pulling the switch, she waited a half-second before---

"Aaah!"

The couch expanded with a great banging noise, and she had been caught off balance, her head flying upwards and falling down. Rubbing her head ruefully, she grabbed a nearby magazine about some sort of depression from a crystal table, a porcelain vase with roses inside towering over the stack of yellow press.

[ElliBleu]

Velvet was in a good mood. As always. The happy-go-lucky girl paused in her bouncy walk down the hallway, puppy-like ears perking up as she passed the door to the communal lounge.

The muffled 'wakkawakkawakka' of that old PacMan machine caught Velvet's attention, bringing a smile to her face as she stepped over to swing open the door. Velvet assumed both were a bit younger than she was, though the petite canine probably looked younger than they were.

The boy playing the classic arcade game had hair a silvery shade a bit lighter than her own mess, the pretty girl flopped on the couch disinterestedly flipping through some outdated magazine. "Well, hi!" Velvet chirped, a grin plastered on her face as her little bob tail wagged furiously behind her.

Giving a little wave to each, she stepped inside and let the door close with a soft click. She didn't spare a thought that the two might not have wanted her company. She was happy to meet some of her fellow tenants, so, of course, they must be happy to meet her.

Longstanding habit made her dip her knees and head in a quick almost-curtsy before straightening and moving over to lean on the wall beside the door. "Soooo," she drawled, looking from one to the other happily, "I'm Velvet, up on floor three. I'm guessing you guys live here, too, right? It's really nice to meet some other people form the building!!"

[fayden]

"What." Huff. Huff."Za?"

Arelia had somehow managed to throw up the magazine in the air with a huge sway when the new one had come in, making the chair teeter violently. She had just barely escaped falling with a tremendous crash upon the floor by gripping the side of the seat, and had created the last two syllables between hasty, shallow breaths.

Helium Craze

The Pac-Man machine abruptly stopped the tik-tik clattering being created right in step with Arelia's attempt at vague speech as Fayden looked around for the pause button, and at finding none, parked the yellow blob of doom into a closeted part of the maze and walked over, glancing over her quickly.

"Look hurt, no, right, you aren't, then..." He straightened up from his somewhat crouching position and, with a minor flourish, addressed the newcomer. "Good to see you, I suppose..," he droned wearily, his left eye twitching slightly. He wasn't about to meet a person the exact archetype of Arelia... hopefully.

.;_Arelia_;.

Arelia glared at him. "Rude," she simmered under her breath, being able to vaguely read what he had thought in his mind. She was... special like that.

At any rate, she had gotten up and had completely replaced the scowl with a bright, cheery face. "Hello there, I'm Arelia and this rude one is my friend, Fayden! He's sort of mean, so--" She glanced at the likes of the one she was talking about, and, predictably, he was looking more than somewhat annoyed. Even, how you say, pissed off.

Also predictably, Fayden looked like he was about to smack her in the face. Or kick her. Both were relatively painful.

"--anyway, we'll see you around! Unless you want to speak or something, which would be really great!"