it's not quite home.

Thread in 'Ramathian Scrolls' started by Shadowlack, Apr 27, 2004.

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  1. 26, Dyo, 81378

    She was sure it was this floor. Shaolin stepped out of the stairwell, dragging her luggage with some effort across the carpet. A long hall stretched before her, noisy music comming from a room on the left, laughter from the spot next door... 1579. Her room. Silent.

    Prehaps her room mate wasn't around. Prehaps she was studious. Prehaps Shaolin didn't have one.

    Setting her luggage in the middle of the hall, Shaolin struggled with the key. Prehaps it was one of those quirky things she would have to get used to, twisting the key a certain direction whilst pushing with her shoulder or some little trick like that... but for the moment, her door refused to open. After a few frustrating tries, her dor finally swung open, though she had no idea how it had been acomplished.

    The inside of the room was bare, just a set of beds, dressers, a desk, and a boxy structure that might hold a television or act as a storage container of some sort. Plopping her giant suitcase unceremoniously on the far bed, Shaolin began to unpack. Piles of clothes and jewelery in the dresser, toiletries lined up on top. Knicknaks and an old fashioned metal alarm clock on the little table next to the bed. Pictures for the walls- Her three brothers, her parents and grandparents, her childhood friends. Shar.

    Packed in the bottom of her suitcase, she pulled out a large flat moniter for the desk, a small cubic computer, and a mini projection device for the top of the moniter, which cast a hologram keyboard onto the desk when switched on. A silver wire plugged into the fronima plug behind the desk. Network connection, for research. She would be doing alot of research. From the bulky carpetbag she pulled out book after book, reference sets, history, mythology, dictionaries to translate twelve languages to ramathian. A few good novels, a picture album, and textbooks, of course. All of these were lined up in the box where the television might sit.

    The empty bag and suitcase she stuffed under the bed, now made up with navy sheets and two black pillows.

    The room still looked bare. She would have to write to father and ask for a squashy reading chair, and some curtains. But all in all, it was an improvement. The rigth side of the place was still empty, but Shaolin hadn't been looking foreward to a room mate. She wasn't used to sharing space with anyone but Shar.

    Opening a music player on her computer, Shaolin turned on some peaceful alternative and settled with a novel on her bed. It would be a while before she'd again have time to read for pleasure.
     
  2. Adun walked by the dorms, looking at each number. "where is that room, he said 157-OW." he siad as he ran into an open door. " oh here it is, note to self, watch where your going." he thought as he walked in. he saw that another person had set themselves up, and was now reading. he walked over to is bed, and slung off his backpack. he didnt have much, only some clothes, books, and his weapons, and a tiny orb. he put away his things and turned to the other person. " hello, wahts your name?" he inquired, saying it in a gruff voice.
     
  3. Ah, so she was not so lucky as to live alone. And to her ultimate suprise, a male walked in! She set down her novel and whisked off her trendy black wire glasses, peering at him with sharp green eyes, her deep gray fur bristling in confusion.

    "It's nice to meet you... I'm Shaolin, and I didn't know rooms were co-ed."

    She didn't mean to be unkind, but the thought of sharing space with a male that was not one of her brothers was a little unusual. There would have to be a discussion of boundries to make the situation a little more comfortable, hopefully on both ends.
     
  4. "neither did i" he replied. "oh well, might as well make the best of it. if this is gonna be the dont look at me when i'm dressing, you dont have to worry, i'm not that kind of person." he said, stretching his wings out to their full length and relaxing them, revealing a scar in-between them. he flopped down on his bed, picking up an object and toying with it. " i'm here for weapon specailist and magic, what are you studying?" he asked, now in a more polite tone.
     
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