Naminé DeWitt (shatteredmemoir) wrote in ck_institute, @ 2009-12-04 00:50:00 |
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Current mood: | nervous |
Who: Naminé & OPEN
What: Naminé needs a roomie. One with girl parts.
Where: Girls' dorms.
When: December 1st, mid-morning.
Warnings: Potential adorableness?
Naminé stepped hesitantly through the open door of the dorm room, her bright blue eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. Along with the standard bedroom furniture there were a number of knickknacks, including an alarm clock, a poster on the wall, and a few books on the lone bookshelf which suggested that someone inhabited the room - or at least that someone had, recently. The meek blonde stepped gingerly as she approached one of the room's two beds, as if she was worried she might wake the room's seemingly absent tenant. She placed her luggage down on the folded covers, then sat down next to it, pleasantly surprised by the mattress's softness. While she still worried about how her new home would compare to the last institute she'd been sent to, she was at least optimistic that she'd sleep comfortably. Unless, of course, her new roommate was a snorer. She glanced again around the room for indications that the room was being used. Sure enough, she saw a closet, now, previously hidden to her behind the door. It was all but closed, but from the crack left open Naminé could see clothes hanging and an assortment of possessions piled on the floor. The doors themselves appeared ready to burst out should anything more be added; her new roommate must have hurried to clean up upon hearing they'd soon be sharing their space. She bit down gently on her bottom lip, nervous. She hoped they would get along; the last thing she wanted to do was make anyone else's stay harder. She looked up at the poster on the wall, and a blond-haired boy appeared to stare back at her. Who the heck was Jesse McCartney? She'd have to get caught up on pop culture if she was going to make conversation with her peers. Her stomach tied itself in a knot at the thought. Brushing aside the thought, Naminé stood up and unzipped her suitcase. She had just begun to pull out some clothes when the sound of someone at the door clearing their throat made her jump. She turned around promptly to greet the stranger.
"Hello," she said sheepishly, brushing her long blonde bangs out of her eyes, "I hope I'm not intruding..."