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Post by rola on Sept 12, 2012 2:45:08 GMT -5
 tag;; rin, words;; 415 , mood;; talkative, ocd That motor mouth couldn't stop moving. The sad part was that this woman as in the teacher's lounge talking about stuff that didn't really matter. She was talking to herself. Most people didn't want to hear her ranting over and over again about nothing. The more those lips went to work the more crazy this female began to look.
A soft voice continued to illuminate the staff room in sound. She was cleaning. This woman felt that if she used this room it was her duty to keep it tidy. Many of her colleagues didn't have similar feelings. She was a bit of clean freak. That was silly given the fact that all this woman wore was a pair of dirty blue jean pants and a teal shirt with ripped off sleeves.
Words about people not cleaning the staff room could be heard by the insects crawling about. Numerous foot stomps delivered by skinny legs connected to white sneaks created more sounds. A broom was the weapon of choice for the dark skinned professor. Trash like plastic wrappers and bubble gum littered the room and was placed into the garbage. A dust pan was brought into the equation to rid the floor of the rest of the discardings.
She continued to whine. "I thought I was a teacher and not some dang maid. These people couldn't have had parents," was just one of her many rantings. She was complaining more and more as she brought out the mop and bucket. The water was put into the bucket and a cleaning agent was introduced as a mixture.
As the braids of the mop ran this staff member's complaining turned into anger. She figured that the only reason why she had to do this was because she was one of the few that was willing to. If she and others would stop cleaning up after everybody else perhaps the littering would cease. "I mean, really? Gum under the seat? Are these teachers or students? This is stupid," she went on to say.
After the mopping was done the water was poured out into the sink. Sure, the water was dirty but she didn't care right now. Perhaps if the muddy substance was seen in the sink that would be a sign that she cleaned the teacher's lounge yet again. She was hoping someone discovered this. Normally, this woman wouldn't be so abrasive and so spiteful. However, everybody had their breaking point.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Sept 14, 2012 9:36:32 GMT -5
Caterina couldn't care less about the disarray in the staff room as she stormed in after a particularly stressful class and flopped down on one of the couches, stripping off her jacket and tossing it onto the arm of said seat. The summer heat was taxing and she exhaled to blow some strands of dark red hair from her eyes. The air conditioning in the theatre had been broken and so she—and her students, not that she gave two hoots about them—had been forced to move around for an hour to demonstrate certain techniques. It had been a day of teaching rather than observing and she couldn't have been worse off for it. The kids had been as grumpy as she was and she'd ended up snapping at several of them for complaining or committing similar offenses. She could be a foul woman if she was in a foul mood.
She didn't pay much attention to Ms. Collins at first, a woman who Rin was not particularly familiar with. A coworker, a professor, and that was all she knew about her. Something to do with politics, that was what she taught. After these details ran through her thoughts, she promptly forget about the fact that she was sharing the room with other people and propped her feet up on the table, leaning back and playing games on her phone. She had performances to grade and marks to assign but she wasn't in the proper mood for it. In her current state she was sure she'd end up failing them all out of spite.
Her disinterest in the other woman in the room changed quickly when the professor strayed close enough in her cleaning spree that Rin caught some of her words. She glanced away from Temple Run to glare at Rola and she heard the tell-tale signs of an in-game death a half-second later. Couldn't have had parents? Oh, she's so funny. The thought was dripping with sarcastic venom and it was all she could do not to stand up and speak out. She might have not cared about her mother but her lack of parentage, no matter how many times she tried to deny it, was still a tad bit sensitive. Her father was a nutcase and her mother had never been around. Rola had no idea but even the assumption—
Rin went back to her game before she caused any problems.
The second comment was overheard as well and her grip tightened on the phone for a moment. She was not as temperamental as a Fire and thus she was oddly calm as she quit the game and pocketed the phone to sit with crossed arms and watch Rola as she finished her rounds. Only to dump dirty water in the sink. All right, that was it. "You call us filthy? Did you grow up in a fucking pig sty? That's a sink, not a fucking sewer." She wasn't supposed to curse thanks to her job but Rin couldn't care less right about now. "We have a janitor for a reason, maybe you're too slow to realize that." Maybe she'd have been a little more innocently sarcastic if not for the earlier comments but Rola was pressing buttons she probably didn't realize existed.
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