|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 1:11 pm
Welcome to the Dorm, Elexe Charm Lafière, Soji Danke, and Mickey!
Your dorm is now full, but there's only two bedrooms, it seems... someone has to share!
Here's a map of the room: 
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 3:42 pm
 ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Elexe Charm Lafière you never κɳoω what's coming
until it нɪϯs you in the face
and then κɳoϲκs you down~ ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Elexe dragged both of her light peach designer suitcases into her new dorm. Well this is cute. Definitely roomy, she thought to herself, using the heel of her shoe to close the door behind her as she let her two suitcases plop down on the floor. She let out an appreciative sigh as she no longer felt the weight of the heavy bags. I hope my dorm-mates are nice. It would be awful bad if the two people I had to share my dorm with for the rest of the year were people I did not care for too much. She decided to drag her suitcases into one of the bedrooms now. Better now than never, she figured.
Elexe picked up one of the bags first, and headed toward the room to the left. She noticed that there were two beds in this room, where as in the other room there was only one. Elexe didn't mind sharing her room, so she plopped her suitcase down on one of the two beds in that room. She headed back to the living room, which was where she'd left her other suitcase. She grabbed and hauled it to her room and left in next to her bed, not bothering to put it on top of the bed. She looked around, not wanting to wait for her dorm-mates. It should not be such a big deal if I went out to look around campus and then got back after my new dorm-mates, she considered this for a moment, and then shrugged. If they get here before I am back, then my dorm-mates can just decided who gets what room. It does not bother me if they move my suitcases. She smiled at her logic and walked out of the dorm, deciding to go explore the nearby campus.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 5:48 pm
Soji walked in the room with her backpack and weapons bag over one shoulder and her spear in her hand. She shut the door and looked around at the spacious room. There was a doorway that led to the kitchen and a hallway that she knew must be the bedrooms. She looked into the first doorway and saw two beds with bags by the one farthest from her. After checking the second door and seeing only one bed she checked the third door and found the bathroom. She decided to take the first bedroom with the two beds and put her things down on the free bed. She looked around the room and went into the kitchen to check the food supply. Looks like I have to go to the store and get some food. I should do that now. She checked to make sure her knife on her leg was secure and smiled when she ran her fingers over the handle, feeling the smooth curves of the design on the handle. She went into the hallway, making sure the door was shut, and started towards the campus to find a store.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 5:13 pm
ｓｈｅ got a ｗａｙ with them ｂｏｙｓ them ｗｉｌｄ ｂｏｙｓ, those ｂｏｙｓ around her ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆｉｎｇｅｒ, like a piece of ｓｔｒｉｎｇ her ｈｅａｒｔ'ｓ ｂｌａｃｋ as pitch, but she's got ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ Mickey walked into the room. She saw bags lying haphazardly around the room, but saw no people to claim possession of them. Her kleptomaniac's mind twitched, but she calmed herself, reminding that corner of her brain that these people were her roommates, and if she didn't want her new home to be as cold as her last one they would need to trust each other. And our last home was a dumpster. She thought with a smirk. Mickey put her own bag down against the couch and walked up to the fridge to inspect it. There was nothing inside, but she had expected that. So, placing her hefty bag on the counter with ease, she overturned it, revealing hundreds of snack foods. Mikaila dived in, biting and tearing at the wrappers like a wild animal. While she ate, she contemplated her identity, something she did a lot these days. Nothing very philosophical, just the issue of what name she would pick for this set of indiviuals. Mikaila, Mickey, or Molotov? Mikaila, Mickey, Molotov? She ran them through in her head, thinking about the impressions each name would give. Molotov sounded tough, but was that really the image she wanted to send to her living partners. Then again, they are female, so they're used to their share of cattiness. She thought with a grim smirk as she bit into a bread roll. Mikaila, however, her real name, sounded girly. Something she prided herself in most certainly not being. So that was out. Mickey it is. The girl decided as she finished off an onigiri.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
