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Post by pickles on Apr 18, 2012 19:33:37 GMT -5
Sarah gallavanted into her dorm, empty space greeting her. The only things the the room were two simple beds, and a chocolate brown dresser. Next to one of the beds, a closet stood. Despite the area's simplicity, Sarah loved it. The only question she had now, was when her dormmate would arrive.
Gliding over to the dresser, Sarah opened her suitcase and began loading clothes into the drawers. She had decided to let her roommate have the closet and the bed beside it. So, after completing her task, Sarah strode to the other bed and yanked out her pillow and blanket. She then set her personl belongings on the nightstand next to her bed.
Now that Sarah was unpacked, she could finally relax. Lying on her new bed, she seized a notepad and pen. As she began to doodle on the paper, she couldn't help feeling worried. What if she didn't like her roommate? What if her roommate didn't like her? All sorts of other questions whirled around in her head. |
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Post by WILLOW ASHFORD on Apr 21, 2012 17:49:50 GMT -5
Willow was walking around the hallway, searching for her room as she sang. "Cause life starts now. You've done all the things that could kill you somehow. Your so far down." She continued to walk her skull candy red headphones on her neck. Finally she made it to her room and knocked on the door lightly, just in case someone had been dressing or was naked or something. Willow had given ample time to dress or change and entered. She entered the room and started putting away her bags in the closet, seeing how her roommate had already decided where to put her things.
Unsure on what to say she smiled lightly and nervously at her roommate. She set her guitar case on her bed and her computer case too. She got up and walked to stand near the railing on the outside balcony. It was cold and starting to get dark. She had calmed her nervousness and was feeling better. She moved back to her bed and sat on it. "Hello, my name is Willow. So what's yours?"
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Post by pickles on Apr 22, 2012 11:32:06 GMT -5
"I'm Sarah. It's a pleasure to meet you, Willow." Sarah mirrored Willow's unsure grin. This girl seemed nice, and Sarah hoped to get along with her.
"So what are you? Like Class wise." Sarah questioned. Willow didn't seem have nay strange things about her, like scales or pointed ears. Of course, Sarah didn't have those things either. She just had slightly mismatched skin tones and threads dangling off her stitched joints. Even so, Willow showed no signs of being physically unusual. |
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