boredom and laziness.

[rose zeller]

Rose was feeling awfully lazy. Climbing up the stairs until they stopped moving upwards for her, she ended up in the corridors of the sixth floor, clad in flats and jeans, and a simple white tee shirt. She looked around; nothing at all going on here, either. And so, lazy as ever, she plopped down against the wall, lips pursed in boredom.

[eleanor branstone]

Elle flitted down the steps whistling a jaunty little tune, poorly might I add. Her bubbly personality not wavering despite the lack of entertainment that she seemed to be slumped with as well. Idleness was a most deadly foe. When she saw Rose however her spirits lifting considerably. "Hi there pal!"