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Post by larksong on Aug 31, 2011 11:00:31 GMT -6
Leslie Rose, (or Lark as she preferred) sat on top of her mint green, and sea blue plaid suitcase. The light above her head flickered, and she felt a chill. Leslie was in full uniform, right down to her black dress shoes. The blonde girl was nervous to enter her new dorm room, #200. She was terrified of meeting her roommates, for obvious reasons.
What if my roommates are physco? or what if they try to kill me? I just can't go in there! But... if I want to get better.... she thought. Indecision clouded all her rational thoughts and her colours turned from vivid to a dull gray. They tended to do that when she was nervous. With a sigh, her mind cleared and the girl picked up her suitcase, took a deep breath and entered the room.
"So... this is Dorm 200?"
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Post by jones on Sept 11, 2011 12:36:01 GMT -6
Jonsey was laying on her bed, looking up at the boring cieling above. her. She had changed from her school clothes as soon as she could, hating the stupid uniform they made the students wear around campus. Whenever Jonsey was in her dorm room, she would take off the hideous outfit and slip into her old jeans, white shirt, and her favorite brown vest. She could've very well passed for either a normal person in the wrong place, or the wrong person in the right place. Either way, it made her feel better about walking around school than that stupid uniform.
Jonsey sighed. the professor had just told her about her new room mates and she was furious. She had been by herself for a few days, and she liked coming back to a quite place where she knew no one would bother her. She hated company on a bad day, and on a good day, she simply tried ignoring people. That didn't seem like it would work here since there would be no where to escape to. She sighed, closing her eyes.
They didn't stay closed for long until the door opened again and she heard a voice come with it, making Jonsey scowl as she sat up. She looked the girl over and thought of something. "Nope, it's room 201, wrong place, find another room." She plopped back down on her bed, hoping this girl was a dimwit and would just walk out. Maybe if she pretended to be scary, Jonsey would frighten the girl away. But then again, maybe this girl was the real-deal and wasn't easily scared. Jonsey held back a third sigh and just closed her eyes, praying the girl would leave her alone.
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Post by larksong on Sept 11, 2011 16:08:10 GMT -6
Leslie looked at the girl, her roommate, wearing normal clothes that complimented her nicely. When she said this was dorm 201 Leslie grimaced.
"Hi, I'm Leslie Rose Clistren you roommate. Level three. Sorry to intrude, I'll just set up my stuff and try not to be a nuisance. And I know this is dorm 200." the girl said shyly, placing her suitcase on a bed. Swiftly, Lark unpacked her mint green bedspread, and put it on her bed. Her eyes flicked to the ceiling as a moth tried to get at the light, causng a shadow to fall on her bed. Taking another deep breath Leslie decided to ask a question. [color=turquoise}"Not to be a bother.. but may I ask your name?"[/color] Still waiting for a response, she reached for her ponytail, and pulled it out, letting her blonde hair fall down to her shoulders.
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Post by jones on Sept 22, 2011 18:33:59 GMT -6
Jonsey sighed softly as the girl introduced herself. It was probably stupid to try to turn the girl to another room, most people here weren't that stupid. She glanced over quickly and looked at what her new roomate was doing. Hm, nice color she thought lazily to herself. Her eyes flicked up to the girl when she asked who she was and Jonsey sighed again, louder this time as she sat up. Might as well make yourself known if you have to be stuck with this person for the next possible few years. She told herself. She was getting into a bad habit of talking in her head.
"Jonsey Ann Donman, level 3, and slight anger issues. You'll have to get used to that." she told the girl in a straight forward tone. if she wasn't in such a tired and cranky mood, she might've made the effort to at least ask the girl the usual: Why are you here? But she wasn't sure she wanted to get into it at the moment, especially when she was irritable. "Excuse my behavior, been a long day." She said shortly, laying back on the bed. if there was one thing she would always inform a person, it was that she was not an angry psychotic killer. She hated getting that question, so she answered without it being asked.
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Post by larksong on Oct 2, 2011 10:50:48 GMT -6
Leslie nodded as the girl said her name and level and apologized.. or at least gave a reason for her behavior.
"It's okay.. I'm used to it." the girl mumbled as she grabbed her Sherlock Holmes book and started to read. It was a new mystery she hadn't read, her Mother had given it to her before she had died a long time ago. Leslie never even read a word, until now. It was the first book, written by the proper Author, Arthur Conan Doyle. Immersing herself in the book brought tears to her eyes and Leslie spoke again to her new roommate.
"Um... like I said, my name is Leslie Rose... Level three, I um.. tried to commit suicide.. twice.. maybe three times. So.. um.. yeah."
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Post by jones on Oct 11, 2011 17:03:10 GMT -6
When her roommate picked up a book, Jonsey sighed to herself in reliefe. Hopefully this wouldn't be a chatty dorm partner. She sat up and moved her legs off the bed, looking down to the foot of her bed where she had put her suitcase and used it as a trunk to keep things in. She walked over and kneeled next to it, opening the lid so she could rummage around the lose belongings for her own book.
When Leslie started to speak again, however, she sighed and looked up at the girl with jsut her eyes peeking over the lid of her suitcase. "Suicide. Nice. What for?" Jonsey knew she sounded heartless but this girl was the one who had tried multiple times to kill herself. "I'm a Level 3 for running over a guy on a motorcycle because he was harrasing someone." She explained shortly, shutting the top of her lugage and sitting back on her bed with her book in hand.
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Post by larksong on Oct 12, 2011 4:44:19 GMT -6
She looked at Jonsey catiously before responding.
"My Mom and Dad died, innocent bystanders at a shooting, and my Aunt and Uncle think I'm a child of the devil. So, I tried to take my life. I also had no friends, and everyone always beat me up at school, and not even the teachers or principal cared. I got sent here because a policeman tried to stop me from commiting suicide and I um... hit him on the head with a brick and it cracked his skull open. But you... sure you ran a guy over with a motorcycle but he was abusing someone. He should go to jail at the very least." Leslie whispered as she watched Jonsey pick up a book from her own bag. Nervously, Leslie Rose gave her a small smile and turned back to her book. Unable to read another page, she took out her Journal and started to write a poem, while saying it aloud.
"Faith to light the darkened sky, to place stars above where I lie. The light that shines is full of hope, and broken dreams, it seems. To place them above my bed, twirling around and making images in my head, out of faith."
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