ASHWOOD 207/209 Two single rooms linked together, it has a large king-sized bed and sizable sitting room. Money can get you places, and in this case, it did. A little bribe and a wall was torn down to link what was formerly room 209 to room 207, ultimately doubling the size of the dorm. After some interior restructuring, the room was "acceptable". Of course, the room retained both the 207 and 209 doors. Just in case one is under attack. Because you never know what might happen in a school like this.
Woori clicked her tongue in disapproval and crossed her arms when Ji said the entire group could head to the dorms together. It slightly irritated her that she was volunteered for something, but it’s not like they wouldn’t have been walking together anyways. Like they’d said, the student dorms were all located a stone’s throw away from one another. On top of that, the hours were flying by, and she had briefly heard about a formal orientation happening later that evening. Preparing for these kinds of events wasn’t a five-minute ordeal, even if it was only for school. As a business major, a key aspect to attending school was networking. Sure, attending a SKY university would’ve been more conducive to such a goal, but she had to make the best of the situation presented to her. Showing up to a cocktail event in a day dress? Her image would be down the drain for certain.
Following an incredibly perky Emi, the group very quickly found their way to the dorms. ”I’ve already been checked in,” Woori said as Ji and Yohan approached the front desk. ”I suppose I’ll see you around, Ji.”And I hope I don’t see you, she added in her head toward Yohan. Adjusting her shoulder strap, she walked over to the elevators and hit the button to go up. two-oh-seven, hm? Woori watched the digital read-out as the elevator descended toward the lobby. Luckily, it seemed like most people were either already in their dorms or wandering aimlessly, so the elevator came down empty. Really, she could’ve taken the stairs – she was merely headed for the second floor – but Louboutins are not meant for stair-climbing. Really, they’re hardly meant for walking except among the most skilled battle hardened veterans.
Woori stepped off the elevator and headed in the direction of her dorm. Though the difference was slight, there was no mistaking which room belonged to her. The standard numbers on the door had been replaced with polished, bronze ones. The door handle matched and had an additional deadbolt. You can never be too safe, you know? Taking a moment to rifle through her purse, Woori extracted the shiny new keycard from her purse and swiped it against the new reader. Whirring could be heard as the locks inside the door disarmed, and seconds later, the door popped open very slightly with a small click.
And if that wasn’t fancy enough, the room past the dorms certainly exceeded expectations. Over the summer, dozens of construction crews had come in to renovate the room to her satisfaction. The result of combining dorms 207 and 209, the dorm had a sitting area, a bedroom, a spacious closet, and, of course, a private bathroom. It was just extraordinarily extravagant by any standard and completely unnecessary. But Woori wanted her space, and it’s not like her family didn’t have the money to fund such a desire. As the door automatically closed behind her, she was tempted to wander around her room to check everything out. But there was hardly time for that. Glancing at the clock on the electric fireplace’s mantle, she let out a little gasp. It’s already 5:10?! That meant she only had fifty minutes to get dressed! Only. Because Woori was a perfectionist and had all the tools to support it. At least her things were already unpacked and put away. Who wants to deal with that?
