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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 7:28 pm
This room belongs to MaryAnne Lightburn Badges:   Class: 1
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 8:43 pm
 While the room is small, eclectically cluttered and very vintage, it is MaryAnne's nest and her main place to relax. It's well-lit, making it a good spot for homework but only after the library or the gardens. While it's rare to see the room unkempt, clothes draped over the backs and arms of chairs, the mirrored trunk at the foot of her bed or the screen that makes the bed's headboard is not uncommon.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 6:33 pm
Wardrobe;
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:19 pm
{I can take you right now...}  ___________________________ -sєяєи∂ιpιτy-The angel dropped her old-style luggage bag onto the floor of her room, smiling and looking over the familiar, maybe hectic decor. MaryAnne had been living and attending Grove Academy since Miguel, her Uncle, had died and not much about the room had changed since she'd moved in - only added to and re-arranged. She loved it this way without even knowing why.
"Hmmm," the blond extended her arms above her head, back cracking as she stretched towards the ceiling; her wings folded slightly tighter against her back and she shook her hair out from a pony tail, running her fingers through her hair. "Dorm room, sweet dorm room," said MaryAnne. Her head tipped to the side and she slid her sunglasses up, perching them on the top of her head, trying to decide where to start.
Picking up her suitcase, the Seraph opened it and unsecured the nets that held everything in its place. MaryAnne went to her bookshelf and drew several hard-cover books off of it, putting them on her vanity table and then filling the voids on the bookshelf with books that had been in her suitcase. Going about the room, she gathered clothes idly and tossed them into her lace-covered laundry basket; she shook the rest of the contents of her bag into the laundry also, then stored the hard case under her bed.
MaryAnne changed clothes, trading casual, denim, worn shorts for dark boot-cut jeans and a bodice like top for an olive-toned V-neck shirt. She sat down and pulled on knee-high cuffed boots, carefully tucking her jeans into them so that they'd fit properly. She adjusted briefly then got up again and took her sunglasses off her head, glancing around for anything else to do.
"Well, bye!" The blond chirped, snatched up an impressively thick book and a military or band inspired jacket. Closing her bedroom door behind her, MaryAnne headed out to the campus to roam and see if anything had changed while she'd been in the Mediterranean enjoying her summer vacation. _____________{IN my silver ballet slippers}____________________________мαяyαηηε
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