"They seemed kind of interesting," Broden mumbled to herself, as she looked downwards and lifted the front end of her board off the ground again. She plopped it back down. "I wonder if I should go listen in to their meeting?"
She hopped off of the board and scooped it back up underneath her arm. Her black jacket was unzipped, revealing her graffiti blotted tank top underneath. She wore her distressed jeans, with a hole in the knees, that fanned around her black skating shoes perfectly. Though, she did need a new pair of shoes... these were beginning to look a little rugged. She thought about this as she made her way up the sidewalk, towards the front door, and looked at her feet as she walked (a habit of hers). She was just going up the stairs, when her ears perked with interest. Something just wasn't right. Where were the birds? Where were the squirrels? Of course, they usually steered clear of the front of the house, where people usually came and went. But they were always abundant in the backyard, where the woods stretched out behind the house.
Silently, she went around back. Her eyes scanned the lawn. Yeah... it needed to be trimmed. She had told Mark to do it weeks ago but he kept putting it off. Seems like she'd just have to do it herself. Other than that, and the silence, nothing seemed unusual.
"Still. Maybe I should tell Dan about it," she thought to herself, and jogged back around the side of the house, a cautious look behind her shoulder as she did so.
"Hello," she said, welcoming the strangers as she came in through the door, a little out of breath from going here and there. She smiled at them all, but the smile quickly faded, replaced with her usual poker-face. She looked and saw Lilli, standing at the bottom of the stairwell, shivering like a frightened little puppy. Typical. She had yet gotten the urge to strike up a conversation with her as to why exactly she was like that. There really wasn't a need to. Not unless it became a neccessity. She squeezed past the boy sitting at the bottom of the stairs and trugged up them, stepping heavily like always. People were always telling her to tread more lightly. She sounded like a horse. But she figured she couldn't help it. When she wasn't sailing smooth on her board she felt like a parading elephant. That's just how it was. When she reached the top of the stairs, she took a left and headed towards her room at the end of the hall. She creaked open the door and sighed, heading over to put her skateboard beside her bed where it usually rested. She stripped out of her jacket and just tossed it aside onto her bed as well. Then, she turned and headed toward her air-vent, grabbed up a cup of ramen-noodles she had heated that morning off of her bedside table, and plopped down on the floor with them, her ears intent. She took a slurp on the ramen bowl. It was better not to intrude on such an important meeting and, through her open window, the backyard was in perfect view and earshot. And, through the vent, so was the living room, the foyer, or any other room down below that connected to it. Oh, she was so clever. Or at least, that's how she saw it. She brought the chopsticks up to her mouth yet again, something she had mastered over time just so she could simply eat these microwaved snacks the proper way, for another bite.