singing your choir.

Izzy. 21. Writes things sometimes.

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A quick nod from Emmeline affirms Alice’s question. She shuts her book (making sure to carefully slide her bookmark between pages) and slides up the wall she’s been sitting against. With another look at Alice and a bite of her lip, she pushes a few buttons to enter into her room, leaving the door open and making a motion for Alice to stay out in the hallway while she deals with the chaos that is her room. Quiet as a mouse, Emmeline opens her drawers and pulls out a pair of pants that look the shortest on her. She sneaks out of the room as quickly as she tip-toed in, and hands the pants over to Alice. ❝I can, ehm, hold the…sheet, if you like,❞ she offers hesitantly, picking up her heavy book and mulling it over in her hands. 

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She begins to follow in after Emmeline, but the brief gesture stops her and, hearing another set of doors open and close down the corridor, causes her to momentarily glitch. One barefoot hooks behind an Achilles heel, trailing up the lean muscle of a calf as she rests her weight against the wall beside the doorway, grinning crookedly at two passing sophomores, as if she isn’t standing in the hallway clad in her bed sheets - or rather, inclining that she is whilst also suggesting that such state of attire is presentable to this atmosphere. Depending on what day of the week it is and which dorm the party is being held, it is.  ❝Hm?❞ Her eyes rediscover the blonde, blinking once before the words sink in.   ❝Oh! Um... Would you mind it terribly? It would seem the inhabitants of this building travel in droves. Once a few begin to file out, they all begin to file out...❞

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To the medial border the hyothyroid membrane is attached, while the anterior half of the lateral border gives insertion to the Thyreohyoideus… Glasses on and fully study mode engaged, Emmeline delves into the complex mapping of the hyoid bone. Why, in all places, the hallway? At one in the morning? She says that’s the best time and place for focusing, and perhaps she’s right. Her roommate, a sour international student, has brought back her gaggle of foreign friends to their room for the past five days straight. And instead of womaning up and telling them she has to study, she’s taken refuge in the hallway. Where she’s been trampled – well, only two times today. Her mouth drops open at the sight of Alice clad in a sheet. Emmeline knows (sometimes even hears) the things that go on in freshman dorms, but she’s never until now been exposed to it in person. ❝O-oh,❞ she replies dumbly, searching for a better response. ❝Do you – do you want some…pants, or something?❞

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❝Ummm...❞ The humming lingers in an on-going continuation of thought as she glances down at her covered front, lifting a bare leg up slightly to inspect it. Her mouth gravitates to the side, pursed and puckered, eyes flickering between herself and Emmeline, an older student she’d met through mutual friends during her first day on campus. Once she seems to make a decision, an affirmative nod directed at no one but herself, Alice offers the blonde a broad, cheeky grin.  ❝Pants, or something would be nice, wouldn’t they? I mean, I’d stay as is given how nice the weather seems today, but I don’t want to be causing any heart attacks. Least not until testing’s finished.❞

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❝... We may have a bit of a problem.❞ Clearly out of place where she is standing in the hallway with her arms folded securely around her chest, dark hair lying limp and disheveled, as if she’s only just gotten out of bed. Perhaps it’s not too late to turn back around, she thinks. Sneak around the side of the building, shimmy up a few drain pipes, and rediscover the solace of her flimsy twin mattress. It would certainly provide her with more security (regardless of the noises) than the paper thin cotton sheet currently wrapped around her middle, acting as her only source of coverage above the knee. ❝My dormmate is a little...err...busy, shall we say, and the door is locked...❞