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smash_logs2009-06-11 02:09 am
theblubbening.livejournal.com) wrote in smash_logs2009-06-11 02:09 am
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Stuck in an elevator!
Characters: Tubba Blubba, Parakarry
What: Getting stuck in an elevator. Awkward ensues.
Where: An elevator. Duh.
When: Thursday, June 11th, afternoonish.
Rating: Maybe some swearing? I hate ratings. :|
...Tubba Blubba didn't even know the dorm building had an elevator. Were there any students who had trouble with stairs? No one came to mind, but it had to be some kind of regulation or something. Whatever. Feeling a little lazy today, he pressed the down button and rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting for the elevator to arrive. His pessimistic side (companion to his other pessimistic side) noted that he would have been out the door by now if he'd taken the stairs just as the metal door slid open. He stepped inside, the mostly-sterile interior reminiscent of a hospital. Not that he'd ever been in one.
He quickly hunted down the buttons that would take him to the first floor and shut the door, pressing them in succession. Unfortunately, the latter didn't work. He willed the door to close, but that didn't work either. He tapped his toe, the noise echoing through the small space. After what was certainly far too long, the door finally began to slide shut. "Finally."
What: Getting stuck in an elevator. Awkward ensues.
Where: An elevator. Duh.
When: Thursday, June 11th, afternoonish.
Rating: Maybe some swearing? I hate ratings. :|
...Tubba Blubba didn't even know the dorm building had an elevator. Were there any students who had trouble with stairs? No one came to mind, but it had to be some kind of regulation or something. Whatever. Feeling a little lazy today, he pressed the down button and rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting for the elevator to arrive. His pessimistic side (companion to his other pessimistic side) noted that he would have been out the door by now if he'd taken the stairs just as the metal door slid open. He stepped inside, the mostly-sterile interior reminiscent of a hospital. Not that he'd ever been in one.
He quickly hunted down the buttons that would take him to the first floor and shut the door, pressing them in succession. Unfortunately, the latter didn't work. He willed the door to close, but that didn't work either. He tapped his toe, the noise echoing through the small space. After what was certainly far too long, the door finally began to slide shut. "Finally."
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Glad to see you're being so positive about this. he thought to himself while looking upward. It was no use talking to him.