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Post by Rebecca Lexington on Oct 7, 2009 11:25:55 GMT -5
Rebecca Lexington, famed around some places as the terrible Traitor Duelist, unlocked her dorm room door and opened it to view her simple two bed room. She sighed and immediately walked over to claim the bed by the window. She loved the window view, and she wasn't about to let someone else take it. Not that anyone else would. If they tried, she would just pummel them in a duel.
She unpacked her things (which weren't many) and then laid down on the bed, staring out the window. It was still daylight.......she thought she should explore, but she wasn't sure where to start. She figured she would wait for her roommate to come by first.....ok, well maybe she would just wait a few minutes to see if anyone arrived. If not, then she would start looking around on her own.
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Post by Anya Pushchev on Oct 7, 2009 11:58:56 GMT -5
Anya entered the room, with no luggage besides a small bad that held her uniforms and a light brown bag worn across her shoulder. This held her computer and her camera and things like it. Upon entering the room she saw another girl perched on the bed near the window. Her emerald eyes took in the room and the girl with in seconds. She had no care for the window seat, so she just moved over to the other bed.
"I zee you've taken zome libertiez." the Russian said to what she assumed was her new roommate. Sitting down on the bed she looked at the girl, her eyes unblinking as she stared at her. "My name iz Anya Pushchev. That iz all you need to know about me." She didn't care about the other girl either, if she wanted to know something about her she would simply hacked the school's main frame.
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Post by Rebecca Lexington on Oct 7, 2009 15:41:06 GMT -5
Rebecca's eyes darted to the door as it opened and revealed a young lady....perhaps not older than herself. She did not say a word as the girl moved to the other bed, then made mention to taking liberties. The girl had a hard accent, but Rebecca could understand most of it. "Yes, well, first come first serve." She spoke short and deliberately, her eyes never leaving her guest. It was apparent that this was her roommate.....and she would be just as difficult as herself.
At least that meant there would not be much trouble between them, unless they talked too much to each other. Rebecca debated whether she should give this girl her own name......she felt she should, because this girl Anya had already introduced herself. Then again, she felt she shouldn't because of how she introduced herself. Very rude....
"My name is Rebecca. You have no need of my last name, nor any other information about me. You stay on that side, and I stay on this side. Leave me alone, and I will leave you alone." Her eyes narrowed. "Don't touch my stuff.....i enjoy my privacy. These are my rules. Don't like them? too bad." She laid her head on her hands on her pillow and straightened herself on the mattress, turning her eyes to the sun outside. This conversation was done.......she hoped.
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Post by Anya Pushchev on Oct 8, 2009 0:00:16 GMT -5
"I have my own ztuff to touch." she said to the now turned over girl. Quietness was something she loved so she was OK with having a roommate who didn't want to talk to her. Anya pulled out her laptop from her tan bag and began to type away on it. With each stroke on the keyboard a loud click was audible.
Along with her clicking, Anya began to hum a song. The song was something known in Russia, so it would be hard for people outside the motherland to know it. The melody was soft and seemed almost a little sad, perhaps a song her mother taught her when she was younger.
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Post by Rebecca Lexington on Oct 8, 2009 12:16:42 GMT -5
It was quiet for a short minute.....then the annoying taps of a keyboard sounded in the silence. Rebecca turned her head and glared at Anya. That was when her roommate actually started to hum. Rebecca didn't recognize the tune, but the noise just really......irritated her. "Do you have to be so noisy?" She swung her legs from the mattress and jumped to the floor, grabbing her purse and duel disk. She swung a small belt around her waist and clipped it, letting it hang loose on her hip. On the belt was a single deckbox, and inside, it contained her one and only deck.
"If you're going to make noise, I'm heading out. I can't relax with your irritating sounds!" She glared once more, flipped her hair, then walked out the door. Where was she going? Who knows? Perhaps the museum.....she'd heard it was a nice little attraction. Should be fairly quiet too......right?
((To: the museum topic)
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