"Gross." was Elle's snap judgment on the inside of the shed and all the disgusting wonders it held inside. Her upbringing made her pretty disinclined to be fond of anything as filthy as this shed was.
While Claire examined her hand with the flashlight and deprived the rest of the shed from light, Elle stood stalk still, afraid to move because she could walk right into a snake or a spider or something. Whatever demonic monsters were lurking outside would become the least of her worries, then. She was just as much of a stereotypical girl inside as Claire was.
"Yeah, maybe." Her tone indicated that Elle thought she was being dumb for thinking she even needed to suggest that Elle take something too, even though the creep factor of the shed had weirded Elle out so much she might have completely forgotten otherwise.
She ran her fingers over the different bats as Claire shone the light on them. Metal ones were usually hollow, right? She didn't know anything about sports but she could have sworn she had a vague memory of something like that. As her fingers grazed the metal, she got a strong jolt of static shock and recoiled.
Never mind.
In an attempt to overcompensate pretend that didn't happen at all, she yanked one of the wooden ones out of the collection and started waving it around experimentally, to get a feel for how it worked. Well, it was better than nothing.
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While Claire examined her hand with the flashlight and deprived the rest of the shed from light, Elle stood stalk still, afraid to move because she could walk right into a snake or a spider or something. Whatever demonic monsters were lurking outside would become the least of her worries, then. She was just as much of a stereotypical girl inside as Claire was.
"Yeah, maybe." Her tone indicated that Elle thought she was being dumb for thinking she even needed to suggest that Elle take something too, even though the creep factor of the shed had weirded Elle out so much she might have completely forgotten otherwise.
She ran her fingers over the different bats as Claire shone the light on them. Metal ones were usually hollow, right? She didn't know anything about sports but she could have sworn she had a vague memory of something like that. As her fingers grazed the metal, she got a strong jolt of static shock and recoiled.
Never mind.
In an attempt to overcompensate pretend that didn't happen at all, she yanked one of the wooden ones out of the collection and started waving it around experimentally, to get a feel for how it worked. Well, it was better than nothing.