It wasn't a usual sight to see a teenage boy in a Laundry room, even if there was no other way to get their clothes clean. If they did go, it definently wasn't in the late afternoon on a Saturday night (6:30 to be exact) when there could be parties to attend or games to watch. Yet still, Elias Penn wasted no time in shoving all his dirty clothes into the basket in his room and walking downstairs to the Laundry room. He wasn't too suprised to see it so far empty, with a few loads tumbling in the washers or dryers. He found an open one, and after inserting some quarters, started his wash.
Rather than go find some friends to hang out with or some girls to flirt with while he waited (neither of which were a seldom sight to see concerning him), Eli took a seat in one of the few chairs with a sigh and leaned back. He had been studying for a test on Monday for the past few hours and decided that relaxing for a while sounded like a plan. But he did not come unprepared; after a few moments of sitting with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head, Eli opened a book he had brought with him. It was one of his favorites, titled To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Now, seeing him read a novel, in the laundry room, without someone of the female persuasion in sight was a rare thing indeed. Still, Eli was full of suprises.
And so, he flipped through the pages until he found where he left off last, and then continued reading.
BJ's dirty laundry was piling up in her dorm until it was almost unbearable, which was very rare for a girl. Finally, she decided to wash it. I wish I could have brought my maids here. This is a job for servants, not me! the brunette thought with a sigh of annoyance. After all, she was used to being waited on hand and foot at her house.
Bijou pushed the door to the laundry room open with her foot and entered with her laundry basket in her arms. Not paying any attention to the boy sitting in a chair. The college freshman stuffed her clothes into one of the availible washing machines and finally noticed Elias. Should I flirt? Nah, I'll wait for him to make the first move. she thought as she sat down in a chair not far from him. BJ picked up a magazine [OOC: pretend there were magazines on a coffee table somewhere] and started to read it.
Elias glanced up from his book as Bijou entered the Laundry room, allowing his eyes to linger a bit as she walked past him. He couldn't stop the slight grin that began to play on his lips, though he kept his mouth shut as she started her own wash. He turned the page in his book as she sat down, apparently deciding against making the first move of starting a conversation. It was obvious (to one such as the big-headed Eli, perhaps) that she wanted to talk. What else did two people do while waiting for their laundry to get done? Well... you get the idea.
"Beautiful day for laundry, don't you think?" he asked, his voice cutting through the tumbling washers and dryers, and his signature lopsided grin bursting out of its shell. Seeing as how he did not remember being properly introduced to Bijou yet, which was a problem as he was supposed to know every good looking girl here, he added with his name. "I'm Elias, or Eli if you want. And who might you be?"
"Um, yeah. I guess," Bijou said. What a wierd way to start a conversation. she thought. "I'm Bijou, but most people call me BJ. Nice to meet you." she replied with a smile. Normally, she was better at socializing, but she didn't really feel talkative today.
[OOC: Sorry about the short post.]