Third Floor Landing to Room 319: Monday afternoon [5-25-09]

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Peyton knew she shouldn't have dragged so many of her records out to the cabin, but she just hadn't been able to decide which ones she wanted. And, of course it was totally ironic that after lugging 5 boxes of them back up the stairs that she should trip on the last stair before the final landing and not only twist her ankle, but also drop almost everything she was carrying down the stairs. Not the records, she'd caught that box, but the one she'd balanced precariously on top of that?

Totally spread out all over the stairs. All her hair and personal products and just... everything. Lovely.

So, for the moment, Peyton was sitting on the landing and contemplating the mess she'd made of her belongings and her ankle. Fun times.

[Totally open should anyone want to help or make fun or whatever.]

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She was in her room when she heard the noise of someone falling on the stairs.

Soon enough, she was there on the landing, going over a rather extensive amount of first aid information from the field medic guide that had been one of her favorite reads for years.

"Are you all right?"

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Peyton was staring down at her personal stuff on the stairs, but looked up at the other girl. "I suppose it depends on your definition of all right," she said lightly. "I saved my records, so that's good, but my ankle is definitely not happy with me."

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She held up a her hand before considering what she should do.

"All right. How about I help you up and walk you to your room and get you set up with an ice pack and elevation?" she offered, starting to put the items in some sort of grabbable order.

"I'll come back for this stuff right away and bring it for you."

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"That would be seriously awesome," Peyton said. "I'm in 319 and that sounds like heaven."

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She smiled at the other girl and ducked down on her knee with one arm out.

"All right. This shouldn't be too hard. Put your weight on me and keep it off the ankle."

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With the other girl's help, Peyton managed to hop up on her good foot. "So, do I win the biggest loser of the day award or what?" she joked.

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She shrugged.

"Everyone slips," was all she said about it, though if she'd been Eliot there would no doubt have been some mocking and a bit of playful vocabulary insult. Of course, Eliot would ignore her and get her back later if she had; that was just how things were with them.

"Come on. And lean as much as you need to."

She could take it.

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Peyton was pretty good with the whole balance thing, being a cheerleader and all, so it wasn't that much of a struggle to make the way down to her room, digging in her pocket for her key once she got there.

It was kind of an oddly decorated room, one half covered with a giant mural of a ski slope, the other half stark black and red with sketches and such hung up all over the walls. And shelves and shelves of records, of course.

"Oh, hey, I'm Peyton by the way."

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"Fiona," she answered as she got her to the bed. A few of the pillows were pulled to the end and pilled on top of each other for Peyton to put her leg on.

"Nice to meet you."

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"Nice to meet you, too," Peyton said, settling in on the bed with a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much for this."

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She shrugged, not particularly comfortable with a thank you for something that she felt was common decency.

"I'm going to go get your stuff," she said with a quick, hopefully reassuring, smile. Then she headed back out to get the fallen items as well as a ice pack.

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Peyton shifted around to make herself comfortable, nearly toppling off her bed reaching for the remote to the TV and her stereo.

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Fiona came back with an armful of things and very carefully let them sit at the head of the bed on the floor. The ice pack was on her shoulder, chilling her just a little when she turned her head and the plastic touched her neck, but she had it off of herself and--

"Do you have a little towel or a handkerchief or something?" she asked. You weren't supposed to put ice directly on the injured area, after all.

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"In the bathroom," Peyton said, nodding towards the other door in the room. "There's a washcloth and a handtowel there,"

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She should have thought of that. She held up a finger and ran off into the bathroom, returning with a dry handtowel that she folded over the ice pack. That was placed on Peyton's leg.

"I'm pretty sure I got everything, so--"

Another 'one minute' and she was back with one last record that had slipped off to the side. It was placed carefully on top of the pile.

"I'm pretty sure I got it all. How's your leg?"

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"Hurts," Peyton admitted, "But I'll live. And the ice definitely helps."

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Fiona nodded.

"As long as you keep it under the ice in twenty minute intervals, you should be all right. And keep it elevated."

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Peyton nodded. "I can do that. Got my remotes so I can watch a little TV, listen to some tunes... I should be good."

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She nodded before finally looking around the room. The drawings were what caught her eye. They made her think of Griff, and that made her smile.

"Hey. You're an artist?"

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"Yeah, I guess," Peyton said with a smile. "Sold a couple of comic strips and stuff back home."

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Her eyes were on the drawings.

"It's... cool."

She was smiling as she looked at all of them up on the wall.

"My friend Griff draws too."

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"Really?" Peyton said with a smile. "I know mine can be, well... pretty dark, but, hey I draw to express myself, you know? There was an art club last semester, maybe they'll do it again in the fall."

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"Dark isn't necessarily bad," she said with perhaps a little more passion for the point than would be normal. Not an alarming amount, just... more than expected, probably.

"They're nice. They're different from Griff's. But I like them too."

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Since it sounded about the same as Peyton's protests about there being nothing wrong with dark work, she just smiled and nodded. "Exactly. So... does Griff do sketches or real painting and stuff?"

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"He just showed me sketches, but they were wonderful," she told Peyton, smiling as she thought of all the pictures she'd seen.

"Do you? Paint?"

She gestured over to the ski slope off to one side.

"Was that you?"

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Peyton watched Fiona's smile. Seemed like she was really into the guy. She glanced over at what had been Meg's side of the room. "Yeah, did it for my old roommate. She loved all the skiing stuff."

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"Are you going to paint something new now that you have a new roommate? Or are you alone in here?"

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"I'm on my own," Peyton admitted. "Meg had to go home."

She looked over at the ski slope and shrugged. "I probably should. I just don't know what to paint. Probably shouldn't do the whole thing black and red."

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She looked at the wall for a moment, thinking of a different wall and a different place.

"What about a snow scene?" she said absently.

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"Like Antarctica or something?" Peyton asked. "With the snow and the glaciers and the water and all?"

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She shrugged.

"Maybe. It'd be different from what you have on this side."

She had no artistic instruction and of the two twins, wasn't really the one you'd call on to be creative. But the association was in her head, the door in the wall painted on the brick, the endless snowy valley.

"The whole idea sort of reminds me of something. That's all."

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"Definitely would make the room feel cooler in the heat of summer," Peyton said thoughtfully.

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She swallowed as she thought of it.

"And maybe here," she said, pointing to the middle, "there could be a little valley where everyone is celebrating, with fireworks and food and drink."

She was actually describing something she'd seen, the Valley of the New Year, a portion of Purgatory that had been closed off when the Satan left his position for other worlds.

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Peyton tilted her head to watch Fiona. "Want to help me with it?"

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She turned around to look at Peyton before blushing and ducking her head.

"It was just a thought," she said dismissively.

"Something I remember."

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"I'm serious," Peyton said. "I have a ton of free time this summer... why not leave something cool here? And it sounds like you have some cool ideas."

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She was smiling, but her eyes were down.

"I'm not really an artist. And it's your room. But I could tell you about it, the place I'm talking about. If you want."

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"It's just a wall," Peyton said. "If we decide it sucks we can paint over it. And yeah, i'd like to hear about the place."

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She looked at the wall again and smiled a little.

"All right."

She looked around the room for a moment and sat on the unoccupied bed.

"Uh, now? Or some other time? I mean, I can now, but I figure you were doing something before you fell..."

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"I was trying to move the last of my stuff back to me room," Peyton said with a rueful smile. "So... now's fine, later's fine... whatever works for you."

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She looked to the dor.

"Is there more stuff? I could get it out for you if you're not done. You really shouldn't walk on that."

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"If you got everything that fell on the stairs, it's all here," Peyton said. "And don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

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"Okay. Anything else?"

She tried to think of things that would be less obvious.

"Um, drinks? Or" wince "food?"

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Why the wince about food? "No..." Peyton said, looking at her curiously. "I'm good for now. Thanks, though. Hey, if you have stuff to do, I'll be just fine. You don't have to hang around on my account."

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She shook her head.

"I was just reading. Nothing particular."

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Peyton shrugged. "Then you're more than welcome to stay. We can talk about the wall or watch TV or something."


[ooc: The Mun's going to bed fairly soon, though, but is fine with SP.]

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"TV is good," she said.

After all, that was new too.

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Peyton smiled at her. "Well, make yourself company and we'll see what we can find."