Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

RE: Laundry Day |[Started!]|

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Mal!" Zack called, stepping away from his washing machine to greet her. "How are you doing?" he smiled, tilting his head to the side, kind of like a puppy. His basket was by his washing machine, so he had nothing in his arms. "It's been a while," he chuckled, knowing they had actually seen each other less than two days ago. "How's the job?" he almost always asked these questions, but hey, the answers were always different, right? A smile adorned his face, and his blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sunshine. His unruly hair sprung up in spikes, refusing to lay down. It was a wonder that none of the villains recognized him simply for his hairstyle.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Laughing, Malia replied, "Oh, same-old, same-old. Boring stuff, just another new day." Poking his spikey hair, she commented, "Have you tried something called hair-gel, Zack?" Smiling, she said, "It would work, I think." Shrugging, she streched her arms, and leaned backwards to stretch the low of her back. Everything hurt, and it was only because of when she used her power, which is quite sad, truely. Maybe because she wasn't aware of anything when she focused? Except for big things about to hit her? She didn't know, but she shook it from her mind. It was laundry day today -- finally -- and all her good clothes were being washed -- finally ~

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Haha, I have indeed tried. Even Krazy Glue doesn't work." He chuckled, "That was a dare, by the way." A dryer beeped, done with one of his other loads. For being a guy, he sure had a lot of clothes. Then again, maybe it was because he only washed clothes on one day, sheets on another, and underwear on a third. He didn't like spacing things out, so when he came with his clothes, he'd end up having to do seven or eight loads. And then he had to somehow hide his costume among the clothes, especially that light green muffler. Who wouldn't recognize it?

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

"Oh, well then Zack, I suggest you try a hat!" Malia joked, hearing her own dryer and washer beep -- done. Putting her final load into the washer, taking the dry clothes out, and putting the wet clothes in, all in one awkward, jerky motion that made her look like she was cooking and cleaning at the same time. Costume hid among the first load, she put it all in the basket in a heap, but a small one at that. Setting the washer and dryer again, she yawned. Tired -- that's for sure. "Or... How about... A helmet?" she laughed, sitting on the bench in front of washers and dryers. "That might actually work, it will either flatten your spikes, or your spikes will impale the cushiony stuff within the helmet ~" she added.

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

Zack laughed once more, as the sixth dryer beeped (it was not the one he had just put in, he usually occupied three or four dryers at a time). "I just can't see myself wearing a hat. I look absolutely stupid!" He pulled out the light green muffler, and the rest of his costume, stuffed under most of his other clothes, in the center of the pile, and threw them in the black bag with the rest of his clean clothes. Hopefully no one would get the urge to look in that mess. They might see something they shouldn't. "Or a helmet. It would just ruin my poor spikes, and besides, who says I on't like having all those crazy girls try to keep it down?" He chuckled once more, knowing that this was what he looked forward to in the week. Sure, fighting stuff was fun, but it was also fun to just hang out and relax.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Rolling her eyes, Malia just sighed, and said, "Mmm.. 'kay then, Zack. Have a great time with that, you know?" Laughing quietly to herself, she rolled her eyes again and took a deep, quiet breath as she heard the beep for the washer and dryer. Dry clothes in basket -- wet in dryer -- set dryer -- dry. Yawning, her bright blue eyes scanned around -- no sight of anything dangerous within or outside of the laundromat. Just that one other guy, standing there, violently doing his laundry, which made Malia laugh.

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"What's so funny?" Zack looked over his shoulder - quite comically - and saw the man folding and pushing his laundry like it was some kind of rotting animal. He chuckled too, and grinned. "At least I'm not making fun of some poor guy doing his laundry," he said quietly, turning back to look at the mish-mash of colors flowing through the dryer, spinning faster and faster and faster. It almost made him want to mimic it, do a few flips, run a few miles, toss a few cars. The last thought sent another chuckle to his lips, but only a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Lightly slapping Zack on the arm she said, "Oh, shut it, Zack. You're laughing too, so don't you dare comment again." Her blue eyes were serious but held a hint of mockery and jokes -- she and Zack were good friends -- so they understood eachother pretty well -- of course, being of the opposite genders, they didn't always admit everything -- some things might've made the most normal thing seem awkward. Zack knew a lot of things about Malia, and some of them were personal from when they were young, and they were crushing on a different person every day -- she was pretty sure that could come back and bite her in the butt.

OoC;; hope that's okay, m'dear duskie ~

Souki · Rogue

The pile of clothes tottered dangerously as the youth behind it tried to shift the tower of neatly folded clothes into a bag on the floor without knocking anything over or dropping anything. Normally Ming-Xue had no problem whatsoever with laundry despite the fact that his family still had him run the typical chores. The problem came when his both his mother's and father's cousins, sisters, nieces, nephews, you name it, came to visit. Then Ming-Xue found himself with easily double if not triple the laundry to lug to and fro the laundromat. As his attempt to multi task failed, the Asian pursed his lips and fell to placing the clean clothes in the bag slowly, article by re-folded article. Kneeling over his chore, Ming-Xue reflected on how much easier it was to harass the heroes while....

Wait. Since when did regular life become harder than all the complications that came with attempting to control the world? And he wasn't even trying to do it in the conventional way. Controlling the world from behind the stage was a lot harder than it sounded, and so Ming-Xue wondered if he wasn't spending maybe a little too much time with the idea. In between currying favors, setting up contacts, and finding time in between life and world domination to keep his beloved firearm collection in good condition, he sometimes wondered how everyone managed to remain unaware of the fact that Ming-Xue was always a little too close for comfort at the scene of the crime.

"Meh, whatever, it suits me." Zipping up the bag and taking out another load ready for folding, the Asian was blissfully unaware of the fact he had spoken aloud.

[ |: procrastinating homeworks makes me ramble. baww. ]