<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CZWtBNpWkAAyY6M.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Ceci Carlton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090438#msg13090438)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>cropped t-shirt (see pic) and batman shorts (http://garotasnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Batman-Shorts.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake, Andi<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Intruder alert!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Watching the guy move around her mother's kitchen like he owned the place, and talking in seriously obvious code for fucking her mom a lot, Ceci's attitude changed from interrigation and suspicion, to flat out distaste. Something was clearly broken when an almost naked incredibly well built man made her curl her nose and try not to look directly at him.<br/><br/>"I don't think I feel like breakfast anymore," she muttered and shuffled backwards on the counter, pulling one leg up to turn with the intention of hopping down but kicking a ceramic jug instead. It flew off the counter to the tiled floor and shattered there, utensils it held prior to her attack now all over the floor. The noise made her jump and then close her eyes in annoyance. "Perfect," she hissed. "Just fucking perfect."<br/><br/>"Move," she said in continued annoyance as she hopped off the counter and pushed this Jake guy to the side so she could open the cupboard where she knew she'd find a dust pan and brush to clean this mess up with. "Where is this fucking thing!" She complained, her butt sticking straight up as her upper body was practically inside the cupboard to hunt for what she needed. Which, wasn't there. Alright, drastic measures required. So she dropped to her knees and pushed further in, spotting the damn things at last. A little further... It occurred to her when she had her knee inside the cupboard too like some kid trying to hide in there, that the next door over would have been the one she needed  to open and just grab the dust pan. There was no way in hell she would say that out loud. Instead, she crawled awkwardly backwards until she was on the floor, and pulled herself up with the dustpan in hand. Graceful like a goddamn swan on a lake.