Candra looked down at him, one eyebrow arching lightly as he fiddled around with the tiny cell phone. Whatever it was he was up to, he seemed to take it all very seriously. The longer she looked at him though, and the longer she waited for him to speak, the more she was beginning to get the idea that he was a lot more injured than just running into her should have accounted for. His words trailed out and faltered, rather quiet and dazed sounding.
After finishing whatever he was working on, he got to his feet and stood on the folder. He avoided answering her question of what he was, backtracking to repeat that he was a student, nothing more. Then, when he silently declined her offer to take him inside, Candra watched him throw himself off of the folder. His descent was a bit slower than normal, and she could hear a soft whoosh of air that indicated some sort of wind magic was being used by the tiny man, but he still landed somewhat poorly. It took himself a moment to get up and start limping off, but the red-haired girl simply shrugged her shoulders. It was no business of hers if he didn’t want her help.
She turned and walked over to the dormitory’s front doors, half folding and half rolling up the folder as she went. Candra tucked the flattened tube into her back pocket and pulled open the doors, stepping inside. The interior was just what you might expect, nothing special, or very noteworthy in sight. There were several rooms along the hallway she had wandered into, and at the far end there was a set of stairs leading up. She set off, lightly tapping her finger against the numbers tacked onto each door as she went.
She trudged up the stairs to the second floor, tapping room numbers until she came to room ‘012s’. With this door, she grasped the knob and turned it, letting herself inside. The room was only dimly lit from one window, which faintly illuminated two beds, two desks and chairs, two wardrobes, and so on; all split even down the center of the room. Besides the bedroom, there was one other door which Candra walked through. She flicked the light switch on to reveal the modestly sized bathroom.
Turning and walking back out to the bedroom, Candra looked around at her surroundings and nodded. This would be alright, she decided. She could live with this for now. She tossed her bag down on one of the beds, then plopped down in the desk chair to untie and kick off her shoes. She wiggled her toes once they were free then stood back up and paced the room, pulling open drawers and cabinets, looking for a radio. Finding one of those cheap alarm clock radios, she plugged it in and turned it on, blasting a metal and rock station. She hummed, muttered and sang along with the songs, bobbing her head with the beat as she rummaged around for a towel then, when she’d found some, she stripped and hopped into the shower. She stayed in the water for nearly 30 minutes, enjoying the hot water and making the entire dorm room into a sauna in the process.
When she finally deemed herself clean, she got out and wrapped one over-sized towel around her torso, and twisted the other around her hair. Leaving her clothes in a wet heap on the bathroom floor, she wandered back out to the shared bedroom and flopped down on her new bed.
She lounged on the bed for a while, her toes jiggled along with the music, her fingers drumming along her stomach as she just let herself unwind and forget about her shitty day. After a few minutes, and several songs later, she sighed and rolled over to grab her bag. Pulling out the vodka, she took several gulps, then cracked into the box of twinkies and ate a few.
She tossed the wrappers onto the desk next to her bed, then reached into her purse one more time to fetch out a small sketch pad and a black pen. Rolling onto her stomach, she used her teeth to pull of the pen’s cap then flipped open the notebook to a blank page she could doodle on. She was a pretty shitty artist, if she did say so herself, she smiled smugly down at her art as she drew anyway though. She produced crude little stick figures of the Dean getting mauled by a wolf and herself pulling the fairy boy apart like a wishbone, as well as one portrait of a man that she tried a little harder at; but when she couldn’t get the eyes, or the nose, or the
damn hair to look right, she scribbled it out in frustration.
Having passed quite a bit of time by now, she shoved the pen and paper back into her bag, then shoved it off the end of the bed onto the floor next to her shoes. With the bed cleared, she decided it was as good a time as any to get some shut eye and reached over to yank the radio’s plug out of the socket. She sat up in the new silence to unwrap her hair, and tossed the towel over the back of her chair. Then she pulled back the comforter and crawled in bed, curling up under the thick blanket. With a yawn, she closed her eyes and drifted off slowly into a deep sleep.
Where I am ⇒ Dorm Room 012s
Who I'm with ⇒ No One
What I feel ⇒ Relaxed and Clean
What I have on ⇒ This A white bath towel
OOC ⇒ Candra's shitty doodles ahead!