Roommates
(closed for telekinaries)
Once Roxy had managed to find her Dorm, she was surprised to find her roommate wasn’t there yet. She slipped inside and shut the door, glancing around curiously, lips pursed. It didn’t seem like that bad of a place, and Roxy only really needed a bed at the very least. She was thankful there was a bathroom and small space in which she could relax.
She checked out the two beds and tossed her shoulder bag onto the one furthest away from the window. Also, it was conveniently closer to the charging point. She let her suitcase fall to the floor, stretching her arms over her head and cracking her knuckles, looking around the place.
“Well, this place needs a friggen makeover, ayy ess ayy pee.”
Within a dozen minutes or so, she had unpacked all of her belongings, some of which was clothes, makeup and study equipment. But she had managed to bring along some extra items for personalization, including her books, a wizard/kitty plush, various electronic retro gaming consoles(Customized, who do you take Roxy for? One of those fake Gamer Girls? Hell naw!), a couple screens, a laptop, and her favourite replica .308 DKS-501, bright red, of course. She had tried to keep it all on one side of the room, the poster of a novel stuck to a wall, violin hidden under her bed, clothes in drawers, but some things seemed to just... spread. Wow, wonder how that happened.
She’d picked up one of her magazines and was reading it over on her bed, knowing that she didn’t have any class today, unknowing of when her roommate was to arrive. Roxy just hoped she wouldn’t be one of those... uhm, yeah, just, Roxy wanted someone she could get along with, no arguments and stuff.