Roxy: Perpetuate rumors about yourself by not entering your dorm til midnight
You sit outside, laying on a bench, ruffling through textbooks as a subtle yet freezing breeze lands straight on your face and you readjust yourself in your coat. You captchalogue all your textbooks, trying to get comfortable on the hard metal slats before picking a more entertaining book to read, but it's nearly impossible, so you settle for looking up at the sky, listening to some old show tunes and some songs that just make you want to be gritty and reckless and thrill seeking. You had just closed your eyes, hat falling back on your head and feet crossed one over the other on the other side of the bench when someone taps your shoulder.













