Unexpected. [Open to Pierre and others via PM]

[Crysilla Long]

"Clean the house, you say?" Crysilla thought about it for a moment and nodded. "I guess I could use some help. Hm, can you help me with the holes first?" she asked. She stood up and went to the storage room to get some things. "Uhm." She scanned through the tools inside the room. "Hammer... Some nails...[etc.]" she named the tools as she got them.

She went back to the living room and set the tools on the floor gently. "Uhm, did I get everything?" she asked, unsure. She never knew anything about fixing things, well... except cars, but still.

"We'll do the roof first, just in case a storm or something passes by," she made a face as she said this. She imagined the house being a flooded by water. Acidic water to be exact. Since global warming is occurring, the rain has been acidic. "Is that alright?"

[Pierre Saint-Exuperie]

Pierre nodded. “Okay then, leave the roof to me then. I’m used to fixing these kinds of stuff,” he replied, smiling as he remembered those times when he lived alone in small apartments. Those places weren’t usually in great shape and sometimes there were holes on the ceiling, and cracks on the walls. This kind of living had taught him a lot about menial work.

He took the hammer and the nails then looked around the house, searching for something. “Uhm, do you happen to have some piece of unused wood, and plastic perhaps?” he asked her, activating his power as he aided her in looking for the materials he requested.

“While I’m fixing the roof, you could start sweeping off the cobwebs in all of cupboards at the western side of the kitchen,” he told her. “The broom is inside a long cabinet beside the refrigerator, if you didn’t know,” he added, feeling a little embarrassed at what he was saying. It was as if he was the one who owned the house.

[Crysilla Long]

"You sure?" she asked. "Well, if you say so... And, thanks," she smiled.

"Plastic? And wood? Uh, wait..." she went to the storage room to look for some plastic and some wood. But unfortunately, she only found plastic. She went back and handed it to him. "Uhm, I guess you could cut down some trees to get some wood," she suggested. But she knew that it was a stupid idea.

She went to the long cabinet by the refrigerator and saw the broom there, just as Pierre said it. She got it and started doing some sweeping. She quickly finished sweeping the kitchen. She went to the living room, and after, upstairs. When she finished sweeping, she then looked for the cobwebs.

"Oh crud, there are so many! Mag..." she muttered. She used the end of the broom to remove all the cobwebs she could find. She stopped when she was already in the kitchen. "This is tiring," she muttered. She didn't really mean that it really was tiring, but.. you get the point. She opened the cupboards of the western side of the kitchen and saw the "nest" or "mother" of all the cobwebs. She sighed. She started sweeping the cupboards.

When she finished, she placed the broom back in the cabinet and went to the roof to check up on Pierre.

"Are you okay? Need help?" she shouted from her window.

[Pierre Saint-Exuperie]

Pierre climbed up the roof in a manner complete unattainable by any normal human/carpenter. He found a piece of wood behind the house, and it was sturdy enough to be used to patch up the whole. As he reached the area where the hole was, he started fixing it. First he nailed the plastic in place, making it the first layer to cover the whole. Then he fortified it as he used the piece of wood as the next layer, strengthening the patch. Soon enough, after repeating this method for a couple of times – the roof had surprisingly a lot of holes – he was done.

He was pretty drenched – since it was still raining when he decided to fix the holes –and he knew that he’d have to spend a few more moments in Crysilla’s house to fully dry his self up. “I’m done!” he called back to Crysilla, and with one graceful jump, he landed, unscathed in the backyard. He ran back into the house through the backdoor, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the dripping drops of water on his pale face.

“Are you done with the cobwebs?” he asked her, as he dried his hair. He looked back at the direction of the kitchen, and using his ability, he assessed what Crysilla had done. “Good job, “ he mused, smiling. Not a single cobweb could be seen.

[Crysilla Long]

Crysilla went back in when she heard that Pierre was done. She went down to the living room and sat on one of the newly cleaned couches. In a second, Crysilla heard Pierre going in the house through the back door.

She nodded and smiled. "Great job to you too," she told him. "It seems that you're soaked again," she spoke as she stood up. "I'll get another towel,"

She ran up to the washroom to get a towel. And in a matter of seconds, she was back downstairs. "Here." She handed him the small towel.

[Pierre Saint-Exuperie]

“Thanks,” he replied, smiling gratefully at Crysilla as he placed his previous – now soaked – towel on the kitchen sink. Wiping his self in order to at least make his clothing more of damp than soaked, Pierre walked back into the living room, talking a seat as soon as he discovered that his buttocks were at least dry enough to not dampen the sofa too.

“Wow, we’re finally done,” he mused, grinning. He glanced down at his waterproof wristhingych – Alice had demanded that he wear one – and noticed that it had been almost an hour since he first entered Crysilla’s house. The rain wasn’t at all toning down, and he could hear the winds beating against the glass windows. The sun had fully set by now – although it was hard to tell where the sun was, seeing that everything was covered by ominous clouds – and the outside of the house was dark.

“I guess I have to go now,” he muttered, looking a bit downcast. He didn’t really want to go yet, but he was sure that his family might be curious about what happened to him. And surely enough, Alice would have predicted his meeting with another unknown vampire, a fact that would surely alarm most of his family members. By “most” he meant that not all of the Cullens would care about his absence. There was still Rosalie Hale, who didn’t keep her dislike of him a secret.

[Crysilla Long]

"Is it hard to believe?" she laughed.

"Yes, I think that would be best. Your family might be looking for you," she smiled. "Thanks again," she said. "How many times have I been thanking you?" she asked herself. "Anyway, thanks," she scratched the back of her head. She laughed, trying to remember how many times she said thanks.

She led him to the front door. As she opened the door, the cool air entered the house, bringing a few rain drops with it. "It seems that the rain just got harder..." she muttered. "Uhm, so, I'll see you then," she told him. "And -this shall be the last time I say thanks, for today- thank you again," she bowed a bit, showing gratefulness.

[Pierre Saint-Exuperie]

“There’s no need for that,” Pierre chuckled, waving his hand in a dismissive but abashed way. “I was glad to help anyway. I hope you enjoy your stay here in Forks. This is a great place, although the rain might be a bit bothersome,” he added, grinning. “I hope to see you again too! It’s been a really pleasant encounter,” he said, before grabbing the umbrella that he had left outside the door, opening it, and making a run for the car. Before he got it, he turned to the door and gave Crysilla one last wave.

“See you tomorrow! Goodbye and goodnight Crysilla!” he called on to her, before closing the door and turning on the engine. As he drove away from the house, his mind began to replay what had happened that pleasant afternoon. He would love to tell Carlisle and the others about Crysilla. Maybe he should bring her over some time.


((Closed.)) xD