Threads Need Titles [Angelica]

Today's endeavours had been quite successful! Having gathered a series of utensils, including a chair, a dead cat, several parts of cars and a number of radios, Angelica had come to the conclusion that disassembling them out on the street would just have stupid people kick the parts around, as stupid people did when stuff was in front of their feet. They kicked it, be it machine, cat, human, food or anything else. Stupid people were really... uh... stupid. In any case, it had caused Sic to consider a number of places for disassembling this stuff, among them a restaurant (which she excluded because of all the food), a classroom (which was excluded for the same reason the street was not appropriate) and lasty the roof of the school. In essence, she had finally found her place of retreat, where she could tear shit apart.

Needless to say, Sic was carrying around a gigantic sack filled with random stuff she wished to disassemble, by the time she actually reached the roof. Without wasting too much time, Angelica then finally dragged the sack on the roof, having a bit of difficulty getting it through the door. So the first thing that this... other person that was apparently here... talked to, was Sic's backside, as the girl was busy pulling her loot through entirely. Finally successful she, more or less elegantly, rolled backwards, over her head, on her feet, before sitting down on the ground, giggling to herself happily, wherein a mischivous gleam stole into her single eye, while her turquoise and black designed nails detracted from her slightly upsetting smirk, as she covered her mouth with one hand.

Expectedly content with the result of her efforts, Sic then merely did a 180° turn on her butt to look at the person that had addressed her earlier, tilting her head with one eyebrow raised, as she thought about whether or not she had in fact met this person before. Red hair, blue-ish... very blue-ish, probably blue eyes, and a face... nah, she had definitely never met that one. "Nah." she let out, convinced that if she did not know this person, it most likely did not know her either. Unless... "Unless you are a stalker that I know nothing about and secretly watched me in my sleep." Covering her face in her hands while laughing to herself, Sic then threw her arms in the air, did another 180° in sitting position, before stuffing her upper body into the sack filled with... stuff, her legs happily flipping up and down, as she hummed a melody to herself, picking the first objects for disassembling.