"It's a gray ladder!" Private's gasps practically echoed in the big empty front room, her finger pointing and sky blue eyes widening. "And look! There's a light bulb! On the ceiling! There is the light switch that operates it! And everywhere it's gray and più gray! There's even gray on superiore, in alto of the gray! Ooh! Look! Two gray steps!" She ecstatically hopped down two concrete steps, her short, black, curved-in hair bouncing, and then turned to another steel door. "Le gasp! Look! There's a giant steel door! That's also gray! Plus it has a little window near the tttooooooppp!" She opened it and skipped through, her excitement pushing her. As she went deeper in, the other three girls could hear her echoes coming out from the hallway, which the door opened to. "See! A gray hallway! Look! Four doors! Yippee! One of them contains a bathroom…!"
Walskia stared after the younger and shorter girl. "I don't think she has ever been this hyper before…"
"Right." Skipper frowned, flipping her black ponytail. (I whip mah hair back and forth!) "Okay, who gave the young cabo the giant box of arachide, arachidi burro winkies?"
Ricoette turned away sheepishly, half-covered da her messy black hair.
"Rikky!" Skipper scolded as Ricoette threw them a cheeky smirk.
"Okay, whatever. te and I are going back to the box auto, garage to get the instruments and, uh, 'special' equipment," she detto carefully, looking around as if an evil enemy spy would come jumping out at any moment. But all that surrounded her was gray, like Private had described. "Let's go!" And with that, both she and Ricoette left (this time through the FRONT door, not hatch hole) leaving Walskia to find the cute Private.
Walskia walked through the secondo steel door that Private had gone through into the gray hallway as the front door slammed shut, adjusting her white headband in her long black hair that was as straight as a ruler. The whole building had suddenly become quiet, with everyone practically gone. She arched her back and approached the first door she saw. Inside was another empty room made of concrete. Gosh, was this all this building was made of? It really looked like there WAS gray on superiore, in alto of the gray, like Private had said. There were gray concrete blocks randomly stacked and scattered against several walls and corners.
The successivo room was the bathroom that Private had been in. But she wasn't in there now.
The room after that had no doors at all. It was, again, just made of gray concrete on the walls, floor and ceiling, and seemed to be a storage room of some sort. There was a furnace, and pipes, and lockers and boxes strewn about. But before she started to look for Private in there, she opened the last door.
With a gasp, she shut it just as quickly, her hoop earrings swinging about.
Since when did houses have doors that led straight into sewers?
Before she could answer her on question, she heard Private call her name. From outside. So Walskia raced out of the house to find Private sitting calmly on one of the many furnitures scattered around. Her arancia, arancio tank superiore, in alto and rosa gonna were a bit mussed up. The truck was gone da now, so it left a big gray patch of emptiness where it used to be on the driveway.
"How did te get here?" Walskia sputtered. Had Private sneaked out when she was in one of the other gray rooms? She cursed herself for not being alert.
"I went into the sewer room and climbed up the first ladder, and arrived there." Private pointed to a sewer grate with the cover pushed to the side. "Now I'm tired." Private's sugar rush was obviously gone now, replaced with weariness. So she fell back on the red divano she was perched on and decided to daydream about the Lunacorns. "You go Princess Self-Respectra and Prince Shares-a-lot!"
She paused. "Walskia, do te believe that unicorni are real?"
Awkward silence.
"Scientifically…no." Walskia detto as carefully as she could.
"But unicorni ARE real!" Private protested.
"Sure."
"But they are too!" Private got up, looking hurt.
Walskia sighed and rolled her blue eyes. "Okay, they are real and true and pure and genuine. But just remember that not everybody will agree with you."
There was silence as they both though this over.
Then a light bulb went off in Private's young and naïve head. "Can te help me summon a unicorn?" She detto excitedly.
"Er, how did we get to this topic?" Walskia asked awkwardly. (A/N: How did I get to this topic?)
Private sighed and flumped back down. "It's okay. I'll try to do it myself."
"Just don't do it in the sewer o anything, okay?" Walskia detto in an amused tone, crossing her long, slender arms.
"Okay."
And so they talked più and started moving the furniture in as they waited for the other two girls to come back with the rest.
Walskia stared after the younger and shorter girl. "I don't think she has ever been this hyper before…"
"Right." Skipper frowned, flipping her black ponytail. (I whip mah hair back and forth!) "Okay, who gave the young cabo the giant box of arachide, arachidi burro winkies?"
Ricoette turned away sheepishly, half-covered da her messy black hair.
"Rikky!" Skipper scolded as Ricoette threw them a cheeky smirk.
"Okay, whatever. te and I are going back to the box auto, garage to get the instruments and, uh, 'special' equipment," she detto carefully, looking around as if an evil enemy spy would come jumping out at any moment. But all that surrounded her was gray, like Private had described. "Let's go!" And with that, both she and Ricoette left (this time through the FRONT door, not hatch hole) leaving Walskia to find the cute Private.
Walskia walked through the secondo steel door that Private had gone through into the gray hallway as the front door slammed shut, adjusting her white headband in her long black hair that was as straight as a ruler. The whole building had suddenly become quiet, with everyone practically gone. She arched her back and approached the first door she saw. Inside was another empty room made of concrete. Gosh, was this all this building was made of? It really looked like there WAS gray on superiore, in alto of the gray, like Private had said. There were gray concrete blocks randomly stacked and scattered against several walls and corners.
The successivo room was the bathroom that Private had been in. But she wasn't in there now.
The room after that had no doors at all. It was, again, just made of gray concrete on the walls, floor and ceiling, and seemed to be a storage room of some sort. There was a furnace, and pipes, and lockers and boxes strewn about. But before she started to look for Private in there, she opened the last door.
With a gasp, she shut it just as quickly, her hoop earrings swinging about.
Since when did houses have doors that led straight into sewers?
Before she could answer her on question, she heard Private call her name. From outside. So Walskia raced out of the house to find Private sitting calmly on one of the many furnitures scattered around. Her arancia, arancio tank superiore, in alto and rosa gonna were a bit mussed up. The truck was gone da now, so it left a big gray patch of emptiness where it used to be on the driveway.
"How did te get here?" Walskia sputtered. Had Private sneaked out when she was in one of the other gray rooms? She cursed herself for not being alert.
"I went into the sewer room and climbed up the first ladder, and arrived there." Private pointed to a sewer grate with the cover pushed to the side. "Now I'm tired." Private's sugar rush was obviously gone now, replaced with weariness. So she fell back on the red divano she was perched on and decided to daydream about the Lunacorns. "You go Princess Self-Respectra and Prince Shares-a-lot!"
She paused. "Walskia, do te believe that unicorni are real?"
Awkward silence.
"Scientifically…no." Walskia detto as carefully as she could.
"But unicorni ARE real!" Private protested.
"Sure."
"But they are too!" Private got up, looking hurt.
Walskia sighed and rolled her blue eyes. "Okay, they are real and true and pure and genuine. But just remember that not everybody will agree with you."
There was silence as they both though this over.
Then a light bulb went off in Private's young and naïve head. "Can te help me summon a unicorn?" She detto excitedly.
"Er, how did we get to this topic?" Walskia asked awkwardly. (A/N: How did I get to this topic?)
Private sighed and flumped back down. "It's okay. I'll try to do it myself."
"Just don't do it in the sewer o anything, okay?" Walskia detto in an amused tone, crossing her long, slender arms.
"Okay."
And so they talked più and started moving the furniture in as they waited for the other two girls to come back with the rest.
