Snippet #2015633

A girl sat in the corner of the room, her legs folded underneath her as she worked on sewing something, ignoring the fact that she happened to be wearing a skirt. She mumbled to herself a song her mother used to sing to her, that her grandmother sang to her mother, and her grandmother's mother sang it too. "Eyes like diamonds, pure and clear, lips rosier than all, no one's more perfect or innocent, than my favorite doll." Of course, such a song would make her seem slightly narcissistic, considering her doll was made in her exact image, but she sang it more out of habit than anything, and was paying more attention to her work than what she was mumbling.

Another girl stood in the middle of the room, with her hand to her chin, looking around pensively. She held her hands out in front of her, making a frame out of them as she observed the wall nearest the blackboard. "Maybe we should paint it blue? Oh, or purple?!" When her friend didn't answer her, she turned and placed a hand on her hip. "Ran, this is more important than whatever witchcraft you're mumbling about over there."

"It's not witchcraft," she said, not offended but rather matter-of-factually. She held up the white cloth she was sewing, "It's a bonnet."

"Well this is more important than a bonnet too, okay," Ryo tried to convince her. "This is our new clubroom! Aren't you the least bit excited about what we're going to do with it?! The amazing possibilities."

"Eh," she shrugged her shoulders and Ryo slumped in defeat.

"Ugh, I don't think you get excited about much Ran."

She walked over towards the table near where the other girl was sitting. There wasn't much in the white walled room now. There were two medium sized tables with six chairs at each, a blackboard, and Ryo's laptop that she had sat up on one of the tables. She pulled the laptop closer and began looking over a list of names. These were the people who signed up to join yesterday. They were supposed to be showing up to the clubroom soon, since it was after school. She wondered just who would actually make it.

She pushed her laptop back to the side and put her elbows up on the table and propped her chin on her hands, her eyes trained towards the door. Her eyes had an expectant, excited gleam in them. She could barely contain herself.

Ran kept to her sewing beside her.

((OOC: Alright, everyone is limited to three posts until I make my next post, since I'm the first poster, this way the RP can move along without anyone getting too left behind :). By the end of your three posts though, you should at least have made it to the clubroom :3))