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A ghost, hm? Skeletons in the closet they say. Best not to dwell on that for now. Anyway, she nodded at the girl’s invitation to come inside, the hand holding the peace offerings lowering. “Oh sure, I’d love to to come in. Though perhaps I can just watch you play. The one day I forget to bring my arm, and I’m offered co-op game time. Lucky me, am I right?”  Good one Vriska.

She did take a peek at the inside, not quite sure how this would go down. Does she just, walk by the girl? Wait for her to walk back in and follow? What do? Vriska wasn’t much on visitng people sans arm. Even when she did have it, it was still sorta awkward. She was much more suited for outside meetings, like brawls or haning out at the mall where none of this ‘walking into someone’s personal room space’ was present.

"Oh, I brought these." The ever present poptarts were raised once more! "Would you like one? One is strawberry, and the other is a s’mores. Didn’t know which one you’d like. I like the s’mores, but I know it’s not for everyone." Blabber on Vris. Snack preferences were always a good topic.

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"Oh, shit. Yeah, that sounds pretty hella. I have chips, too, if you like jalapeno. Strawberry's fine." She's not about to take the one that the girl prefers more, and hell, the arm didn't even occur to her. Not everyone can play video games one-handed, and even then it's only simpler games, forget throwing in cheatcodes or quicktime events. Shit's literally not possible. Anything on her more retro consoles, though? Sure. She doesn't use them much, but damn if they don't look cool taking up space like that. On the screen, some man in a wifebeater stands in front of a hospital, clearly waiting for someone to take control and move him, but poptarts. Poptarts are more important right now, and she reaches for the more default-looking bag, because chances are that's the strawberry-flavored kind, thus her current preference. "I'm Roxy, by the way." Names are important, and a good ice breaker. She's just not going to talk about the arm because. Yeah, no, while it's prevalent now that she's talked about it, she doesn't want to call attention to it and feel like an asshole. That's like asking someone in a wheelchair why they can't just get up and walk, and damn if she doesn't already feel like a little bit of a dick.

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Don't Think I Can't See Through This

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There was that kind of noise going on, now that she wasn’t so hopped up on getting her act together focussing on knocking. She jumped a little at the door opening, quickly maneuvering her hand to firmly grasp the two poptart packages. And then what stood before her was the most cutest thing she ever saw. Which she was super glad no one could hear her thoughts after that one passed through her mind. “Oh no, no noise complaint here!” She held up the items in her hand higher, with a small smile on her lips. Despite whatever she usually showed off, she had a weakness for girls. Especially cute ones. The shy crept in around them. “Actually, I’m just figuring out who lives around here. Perhaps giving a food sacrifice in the process.” Gotta keep up her cover though. She knew nothing about this girl, so let’s keep that shyness on the downlow, Vris.

"I’m new, kinda just transfered in yesterday. They told me to go meet some peeps around the dorms. Make some new friends, all that jazz." Her left arm raised up, as if to brush her hair back, but nothing happened. Oh yeah, whoops. Dammit, she wasn’t even wearing her flannel to cover it up. Gonna have to remember that for next time you go out. Perhaps you won’t need it after a few months here. But definitely during your first few days here. Get with the program, Vriska, yeesh! "But I can totally come back later, if you’re too busy getting unpacked or, whatever it was you were doing earlier."

She kinda hoped she didn’t have to come back. She’d rather not go back to an empty room. Half of it set up with her own things, the other bare as a baby’s butt. Kinda depressing, to be alone, in her mind. Maybe she could get a room change! Though she doubts that could happen. She wouldn’t even know who to talk to about that. ANYWAY, back to the present deary. She’s still waiting on the other blonde to reply.

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"Nah, sort of gave up the ghost for a while or somethin'," she offers, shrugging a little. While she doesn't slur or anything (she's had yet to drink anything at all today, let alone juice or water, or anything nonalcoholic) she does speak casually, no sense of awkward formality in her voice. No, this is a person and therefore she's right in her element at the moment. Insecurities come later when and if things start getting touchy-feely and awkward as hell, and commitments are expected of her. Not that she's assuming that's going to happen, because chances are it's not and she's overestimating a lot, as well as over-thinking out the ass. That needs to stop, because goddamn are we not doing this.

Conversation, conversation. How does one make conversation after long and probably semi-awkward pause in flowing words. "Uh, you can come in if y'want? I mean, I really only have my consoles out, but that's still a thing. I can put somethin' in that has co-op, too. Wasn't doing anything more than fuckin' around anyway, sooo." Yes, she totally saved this, fuck yeah. Roxy Lalonde, conversation savior. Or something like that. In all rights, she did effectively murder things to begin with, so maybe it's sort of like telling a kid not to cry after you elbowed them in the face and their parent's going to be home soon. Yeah, probably. Oh well.

Her words are partnered with a gesture toward the couch and in the general area of her stash of junk food. Next to the TV are stacked at least a few consoles, a DS haphazardly stacked on top of it and controllers on their respective charging cradles. They are her babies after all, might as well treat them nice.

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After unpacking all the stuff she had (which wasn’t much aside from a few hand held electronic devices, clothes, and other neccesities), she reclined on her bed. She went to thinking about yesterday’s debacle after the tour she was given. Rules and reminders; curfew and the like. Alsoo, she had been told to go make some new buddies (“Got to get socialized early!” they said. Fuck off, she’ll socialize when she wants to, she wanted to reply back). After of course, also being told she was getting a new roomate after so shortly coming here. Great. She shrugged it off, huffing about the task. She surely procrastinated, as she wanted to meet the roomie first, but it seems the fates were aganist her. Ugh, how boring. Might as well go do the deed. The deed being going to see who else shared the floor with her. She sighed, having wasted about 18-20 minutes after the fact of deciding to go meet the other people.

So leaving the room, she didn’t even bother locking the place. Who cares; it’s not like she’s got anything valuable in there. Yet anyway; school’s place a lot of points on projects and shit. Annoying stuff. Anyway, she was in room 103. Might as well go check the room ahead of her, 102. Perhaps though, she should get a piece offering? Maybe some poptarts would go down well. Yeah poptarts. She smiled to herself as she made her way down the hall to the machine, popping in a few cents to get two things of poptarts. Strawberry and s’mores. They could always break them in half and share that second one, you know? Bonding over food. Delicious.

Well, with that done and over with, she found herself standing in front of 102. Cautiously holding the snack items by the loose packaging in order to not crush them as she used her hand, she curled her hand into a fist and knocked on the door. She prayed someone was here, so that she wasn’t left all alone looking crazy out in here to anyone that passed.

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Judging by the sounds of cars, gunshots, and police sirens, it's apparent that one of two things are true. Either A) someone left a cheesy action flick on and there's a car chase happening, or B) someone is home and probably absorbed in her video games. Surprise surprise, the second of the two is true. Roxy Lalonde is on the couch in a blanket nest with a bag of jalapeno chips sitting on the floor in front of her where she can reach them, entrenched up to her neck in a car chase. The knock is what pulls her concentration out from under her, and she sends the stolen car she's currently driving into a pole, making it explode. Now, it's a good thing that that isn't a thing that is actually happening, or she'd be sort of. Dead? No, it's just happening on screen, and she's not one bit frustrated about it. She had literally four stars as a wanted rating anyway, and she was sort of all kinds of boned at the time. So, her death is probably a good thing.

Either way, she pushes herself up to her feet from the pink nest of blankets that she'd been in the process of making her home to answer the door, all the while trying to push her hair into something that doesn't scream "Hi I've been lying around like a bump on a log, doing nothing at all productive. Yes, those boxes are mine, being as I don't have someone to room with."

It also occurs to her that this could be some sort of noise complaint, but this is clearly another student and she sort of doubts that. "Uh, hey. Sorry 'bout the noise and junk if that's what you're here for? Not sure how thick the walls are and I'm p damn sure that would have irritated somebody at some point. I'm Roxy." Yes, hello, it's a person and she's a little on the excited side to meet someone new. She's by no means antisocial, of course, and the attention conversation grants is a thing she thrives on.

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Don't Think I Can't See Through This

There are better ways to make sure your kid stays sober and doesn't sit around on her ass, playing with cats and video games all day, and she's pretty sure that implies actually not being absent as fuck for god knows how long. Yeah, careers are important, but there happen to be two beds in hotel rooms most of the time, and it's not like she actually goes to school most of the time anyway? So, honestly, what the fuck. Another grievance for the sake of airing them is the name of the place. She's no conspiracy theorist as far as she's concerned, but at what point is anything related to Betty Crocker not bad news? She's probably going to get brainwashed or something, thanks mom. Love you too, thanks for shipping her off to get brainwashed and maybe eaten like she happens to be Gretel or something. You're a real bro. She also misses her cats. A lot. Now, of course you can't bring a small army of felines to a boarding school, but she did try, so she should be given that much credit. Hopefully the kitties wouldn't be too annoyed with her when she actually got home.

Still, she supposes as she unpacks the boxes she'd brought (inside are one of every console she has, clothes, makeup, and god knows what else she needs) it could be worse? The rooms are actually pretty nice from what she's seen, and spacious enough, so maybe she can make this situation livable. It doesn't mean that she's going to do the whole good student thing and actually go to classes. She'd get kicked out soon enough, and then it's back to using her fake ID and binging on zombie games to her heart's content. Yeah, this wouldn't be that bad, and maybe she might even make friends? Hot damn. Yeah, this is a thing she can handle, definitely, she just needs to hold out for a little while.

Most of her time is spent hooking up consoles to what she's comfortable with and fixing the input channels (this is her TV now, nobody else gets it) before, fuck it. She's not going to finish, and she's going to spend some time being a responsible boarding school student here of less than her free will and spend some time running people over in the latest copy of Grand Theft Auto. Yep.