Late With Style; Or lack thereof.
Where: Balamb Garden!
Character: Selphie.
Reply: Everyone's invited!
No matter how far she leaned over either this way or that, auburn strands of hair shifting and bobbing with her movements, the slightly curled locks would always bounce back to perfect place the moment she stood straight again. Her bright emerald eyes were squinting slightly, focusing in on the object of their scrutiny, the small twist of her mouth reflecting the indecisive contemplation as a single hand extended out, pointer finger brandished.
"Hm...," She mused loudly so that they'd be able to hear her. "Maybe bring it up a little more?"
"Are you sure?" One of the girls balancing precariously on the step ladder asked skeptically, exchanging glances with the committee member at the other side. In their hands was a large, slightly heavy, banner that stretched across the length of the stage.
"I'm sure!" Selphie reassured her, holding out both hands when she wanted them to stop. "Perfect! This is going to be the best pah-tay ever! Thanks girls! I'm going to make sure that everything else is going smoothly, so take care of things here, will you?"
She began to run toward the stairs leading out of the Quad, when she skidded to a stop, looked back on their handiwork, and with a proud and satisfied smile, bounded out again. Thing were coming together so well. Though, she had to admit there were still a few last minute things she had neglected to do until today. Nevertheless, she hoped the guests of honor would be there soon.
The rest of the members there had climbed down from their positions, stiff with exertion and paranoia from putting up with and enduring the committee president's orders. When they stepped back to look at their own job though, their reactions was a little bit different.
The long cloth banner, with hand painted, big, bright, lettering reading "HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY QUISTIS" and a smaller, though no less prominent, "Best of luck to Garden's finest Instructor and Commander"....was crooked. Not even slightly though, but dramatically so that one end was touching the stage and the other went clear up to just underneath the stage lighting. The girls simply stared at it for a moment and then looked at each other before walking out.
"Do you think she meant to do that?"
"Yes."
Character: Selphie.
Reply: Everyone's invited!
No matter how far she leaned over either this way or that, auburn strands of hair shifting and bobbing with her movements, the slightly curled locks would always bounce back to perfect place the moment she stood straight again. Her bright emerald eyes were squinting slightly, focusing in on the object of their scrutiny, the small twist of her mouth reflecting the indecisive contemplation as a single hand extended out, pointer finger brandished.
"Hm...," She mused loudly so that they'd be able to hear her. "Maybe bring it up a little more?"
"Are you sure?" One of the girls balancing precariously on the step ladder asked skeptically, exchanging glances with the committee member at the other side. In their hands was a large, slightly heavy, banner that stretched across the length of the stage.
"I'm sure!" Selphie reassured her, holding out both hands when she wanted them to stop. "Perfect! This is going to be the best pah-tay ever! Thanks girls! I'm going to make sure that everything else is going smoothly, so take care of things here, will you?"
She began to run toward the stairs leading out of the Quad, when she skidded to a stop, looked back on their handiwork, and with a proud and satisfied smile, bounded out again. Thing were coming together so well. Though, she had to admit there were still a few last minute things she had neglected to do until today. Nevertheless, she hoped the guests of honor would be there soon.
The rest of the members there had climbed down from their positions, stiff with exertion and paranoia from putting up with and enduring the committee president's orders. When they stepped back to look at their own job though, their reactions was a little bit different.
The long cloth banner, with hand painted, big, bright, lettering reading "HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY QUISTIS" and a smaller, though no less prominent, "Best of luck to Garden's finest Instructor and Commander"....was crooked. Not even slightly though, but dramatically so that one end was touching the stage and the other went clear up to just underneath the stage lighting. The girls simply stared at it for a moment and then looked at each other before walking out.
"Do you think she meant to do that?"
"Yes."