Post by nataliematsumoto on Oct 29, 2011 18:39:50 GMT -5
How did Natalie end up here three in the morning? Well, she didn't know that either until her stomach growled again, and her eyes feeling like they were sinking to the back of her head. Since she's been here, she wasn't able to eat, drink, or even talk to anyone, let alone approach anybody for help around the place. But it was only for two days, only forty-eight hours since she's been living in this place. It's not enough to get familiar with places and people, though.
Quietly, Natalie descended down the oak stairs in her white bunny slippers and pink pajamas; luckily, her hair had stayed straight throughout half of her sleep. In her right hand, tightly gripped by her tiny fingers, there was a plain, white pillow case. It wasn't anything special, but it was a good bag to store food with. Hey, when you have problems with your appearance, a major problem, you wouldn't want people intently staring at you because of it, right? In other words, Natalie was scared of being shunned by other people like her, it'd be just like the 'normal' society. Always having to be prejudged by her teeth... It's awful. Especially her teeth.
As Natalie darted down the last dozen steps, she made a quick scan of the area, but stopped half-way, since the whole place was pitch black and pretty much unoccupied. From memory, she turned a left, where she guessed was the kitchen and was ready to whack anyone with an empty pillow case. Tip-toeing past rug covered floors, Natalie felt the door handle and slowly pushed it open, just enough for her to fit through. Silently, she slipped in with her white pillow case and closed it behind her, hoping no one had heard the thoosh it made.
When she flicked the lights on, Natalie couldn't believe how clean or humungous the kitchen was, nor did it make any sense that she had a pillow case with her. The fridge was bigger than she anticipated; the food was way more than she could have ever thought there would be that it looked as though it'd burst open and create a huge explosion of everything edible - which Natalie wouldn't mind at all. Before getting within ten feet of the fridge, the Japanese forgot where her arms were; accidentally knocking over the freakishly gigantic silver pots which was stacked into the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Natalie instincts kicked in and she dove under a table, arms covering her head as the things spilled over and dropped with a clank, clunk, and a clatter. She eyed the mess and groaned, slumping back onto the floor with the pillow case in her hand still; then glared at the door, like she was telling it not to dare open it to anyone. Then again, no one was there... yet. Natalie crawled out under the the metal table and jumped back onto her it-bitty feet. With that extremely booming intro, she was determined to make her quiet-as-a-mouse escape, but not without a reward. Before having second thoughts, Natalie instantly ran towards the fridge, jerked it open, and threw in the foods that would last without a fridge or in a week. Fortunately, that cup-stacking game was paying off, because her hands were grabbing this and that in mere seconds. Lights from the behind the door turned on. Natalie finished her raid and made her hast retreat to the exit that went to the dining hall, but made one small mistake. As she ran, her tiny foot had gotten caught into one of the pots; Natalie fell just like that.
"Ow," she muttered, when she felt her back and butt ache from the heavy fall. But, her left ankle - which was the one the got caught into the pot - was hurting the most. She used her good leg to kick off the thing and took a good long look at her left ankle. It was swollen red with her toes curled in; luckily, everything else seemed fine. She tried getting back up but failed miserably as her sprained ankle knocked her back onto the smooth, tiled flooring. Natalie slammed her fist against a nearby table.
"Dammit!" she yelled, clenching her dagger-teeth together. "I can't even steal food correctly!"
Quietly, Natalie descended down the oak stairs in her white bunny slippers and pink pajamas; luckily, her hair had stayed straight throughout half of her sleep. In her right hand, tightly gripped by her tiny fingers, there was a plain, white pillow case. It wasn't anything special, but it was a good bag to store food with. Hey, when you have problems with your appearance, a major problem, you wouldn't want people intently staring at you because of it, right? In other words, Natalie was scared of being shunned by other people like her, it'd be just like the 'normal' society. Always having to be prejudged by her teeth... It's awful. Especially her teeth.
As Natalie darted down the last dozen steps, she made a quick scan of the area, but stopped half-way, since the whole place was pitch black and pretty much unoccupied. From memory, she turned a left, where she guessed was the kitchen and was ready to whack anyone with an empty pillow case. Tip-toeing past rug covered floors, Natalie felt the door handle and slowly pushed it open, just enough for her to fit through. Silently, she slipped in with her white pillow case and closed it behind her, hoping no one had heard the thoosh it made.
When she flicked the lights on, Natalie couldn't believe how clean or humungous the kitchen was, nor did it make any sense that she had a pillow case with her. The fridge was bigger than she anticipated; the food was way more than she could have ever thought there would be that it looked as though it'd burst open and create a huge explosion of everything edible - which Natalie wouldn't mind at all. Before getting within ten feet of the fridge, the Japanese forgot where her arms were; accidentally knocking over the freakishly gigantic silver pots which was stacked into the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Natalie instincts kicked in and she dove under a table, arms covering her head as the things spilled over and dropped with a clank, clunk, and a clatter. She eyed the mess and groaned, slumping back onto the floor with the pillow case in her hand still; then glared at the door, like she was telling it not to dare open it to anyone. Then again, no one was there... yet. Natalie crawled out under the the metal table and jumped back onto her it-bitty feet. With that extremely booming intro, she was determined to make her quiet-as-a-mouse escape, but not without a reward. Before having second thoughts, Natalie instantly ran towards the fridge, jerked it open, and threw in the foods that would last without a fridge or in a week. Fortunately, that cup-stacking game was paying off, because her hands were grabbing this and that in mere seconds. Lights from the behind the door turned on. Natalie finished her raid and made her hast retreat to the exit that went to the dining hall, but made one small mistake. As she ran, her tiny foot had gotten caught into one of the pots; Natalie fell just like that.
"Ow," she muttered, when she felt her back and butt ache from the heavy fall. But, her left ankle - which was the one the got caught into the pot - was hurting the most. She used her good leg to kick off the thing and took a good long look at her left ankle. It was swollen red with her toes curled in; luckily, everything else seemed fine. She tried getting back up but failed miserably as her sprained ankle knocked her back onto the smooth, tiled flooring. Natalie slammed her fist against a nearby table.
"Dammit!" she yelled, clenching her dagger-teeth together. "I can't even steal food correctly!"
