Snippet #2648116

"Verge!"

Someone swung through the doors as some speed, bare feet skidding on the linoleum as the small figure attempted to redress some kind of balance in order to stop upon catching sight of one of her intended targets. She overshot by a good few feet and had to scramble back level with the vending machines, and stood there, shuffling restlessly from foot to foot.

Standing at five foot two, hair messy and askew, rainbow-coloured woolen sweater with some poorly rendered cat design on the front reaching almost to her knees, where it was taken over by a skirt that went down to her mid-calves, showing that the girl had, once again, forsaken shoes in favour of apparently expediency.

Helena Norrevinter. The Rabbit. Named both for her summoned counterpart, and the ongoing joke about how far down the rabbithole she'd gone. Of the many people who might rush through the door in such a way, Helena was probably one of the least unusual ones.

"Verge..have you got a sharpie or something like that? I need one...like...right now. Turquiose sort of colour would be best, but I can work with whatever."

It was in part she was asking because she believed Verge might be amenable to helping her out.
It was also in part that she felt he might be one of the few people who'd not yet caught on to rebuff her requests for permanent markers as she was not sure if he knew about the confiscation order.

She was, however, pretty sure he'd been present during....that week. The week that had seen the confiscation order passed in the first place. Still... maybe most people had forgotten about it by now.