A Bit Undressed... Oh Dear (Harper)

[elijah]

Elijah carefully creeped down the hall, his towel wrapped tight around his waist, and the water from his hair hanging wet against his back. The whole of his chest was soaked, and marked with tiny streams of waters. It accentuated his awesome abs and upper chest muscles. He had just been out for a swim and, of course, he'd snagged his pants on a branch and managed to tear a small hole on his right leg. So, he absolutely HAD to keep his towel around his waist.

He sang to himself as he walked, "I'm too SEXY for my shorts, too sexy for shorts, too sexy, yeah..." He hummed the tune, shaking his hips and body as he walked, not really paying attention to anything around him. He didn't even really pay attention to where he was going, simply hoping that his feet would lead him in the right direction.

His feet were taking him to the correct room, until he ever so carelessly ran into a young woman walking in the opposite direction as him. "Oof!" He cried, before tumbling down and hitting his head on the wall, "Oh, my head," he murmured, rubbing the sore spot, before sitting up to look and see who it was he hit.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to run into you. Well, wait, did you run into me or did I run into you? Cos if you ran into me, you really should watch out for other people." Elijah had explained everything in one breath and then sank back to take a few moments to recollect his thoughts trying to remember exactly how the accident happened.

"Actually, not that I recollect, i believe it was all YOUR fault," he accused, not realizing that his towel had slipped off and his leg was showing, along with the open wound he hadn't noticed before. It was just a thing cut, about and inch long and a half-inch deep that was bleeding pretty lightly, but it was still noticeable, beneath the hole in his swimming trousers.

[harper]

they say you'd better not come around here
don't wanna see your face, you better disappear.

Harper had her Stereobelt on, what a large piece of machine that it was, listening to 'Love Machine', dancing down the hallways like a woman on fire. And to make matters worse, she was singing along. “I'm just a looooove machine, and I won't work for nobody but you!” She didn't intend on watching where she was going, since this was apart of her 'I don't care what people think' training, though it wasn't going very well. People were staring, and it was starting to get to her a little bit, but she still danced – it was her weakness and guilty pleasure, that song. So, whatever people thought was irrelevant to the matter at hand. But, when she was flung back by a force unknown to her, she stopped the cassette player and sat up, looking at the boy with the towel and her brow rose.

He was talking quickly, and he had...long hair. It was mesmerizing, actually. She stared in awe of it, not really listening to anything else around her, but when he got up, she looked up at him and stood up as well, looking at the ground, but as her eyes went down, peripheral vision cut in. There was something red, something bright red. HOLY. FISHSTICKS. It was blood. Harper stared in disbelief at the blood, her mouth agape lightly, feeling pretty light-headed now. Oh crap, this wasn't good. Her stomach turned into knots and she couldn't stand up straight. Her body began to move left, and then right, and then she hit the floor with a heavy, sickening thud. She couldn't stand the sight of blood, but she wasn't going to faint over it unless it touched her. She felt something coming up her esophagus and she covered her mouth, and all that came out was just a small burp, so she let go of it, hoping not to make a complete fool out of herself. Well, more of a fool.

“Bollocks. Blood. Ugh.” She covered her eyes, trying to tame her spinning head and cut down on the drama a little. After a few moments of nice, heavy breathing, Harper began to speak normally. “I-I'm sorry for running i-into you. I didn't m-mean to.” She wasn't crying, but merely stuttering. She hated it when people yelled at her, though he just raised his voice a little, so it didn't effect her quite as badly. She didn't have the courage to either stand back up or get her hands off of her eyes, for fear of another little melodramatic outburst like that. Gosh, would Eddy be disappointed in her? Wait, why was he an issue? Shaking him out of her mind, she slowly stood up, but the hands never came off.

What a great way to make a first impression, huh? First you knock the dude into a wall, then you have a little spell, and now, you won't even look at him.“I don't like blood.” She said simply, hoping he would take it as another apology. Harper was full of them. She didn't seem to do much of anything right, but that's why she loved her life – it was always full of interesting situations like this. She decided to take the plunge, lifting her hands off her eyes and looked the boy in the eyes, as shaky as her contact was. “I am Harper.” What if he didn't really want to know the little screwup who knocked him over? Well.....she had tried and that was all she could ask from herself, right? Sure. Whatever you say, Harper.