Room 203 - Corentin Q. and Carissa M.

[grlkat]

Room 203 is a newly occupied room, yet to be decorated by its occupants. There is a large window in between the two twin-sized beds and there is a small desk in between the two beds under said window. There are two sets of dressers big enough towards the left side of the room and a door to a small half-bathroom to the right, with another desk next to it. Said bathroom only has a toilet, sink, mirror and towel rack since the showers are in a large communal area. There is also a small bookcase by the front door that so far only had a few dictionaries and school guides.

As the first arrival, Carissa claimed the left side of the armoire, the bottom drawer of it, and also the left bed, leaving Corentin with the right sides and the top drawer. Her blue toothbrush and simple white towel were left in the bathroom along with a large packet of pads and tampons in the cabinet under the sink for obvious reasons. Other products include simple facial cleaners, three bars of assorted soaps, a large bottle of lotion, a toilet brush in the corner, and dental floss, which Carissa found in her suitcase and put in the mirror's cabinet.

Corentin has yet to come though.

*Hope you don't mind me setting it up and stuff Corentin. Once you "come in" I can edit this post for you =)

[Corentin Quimper]

Corentin was already pleased with how the day had progressed. She had entered the school by plaguing a certain Fancy Hatted Fellow and had enjoyed watching him snap back at her. Thoroughly convinced that he was inwardly weak and not such an interesting target, she looked forward to entering her new room and setting up her web hosting station to blog about the wonders of this new school. Her father had already delivered most of her things to right outside the door in the hallway, though he didn’t have any keys to place them inside her room. It didn’t really matter to her that she hadn’t seen him before he darted for the airport, in fact, she thought it was the sensible action for a man who had an afternoon flight to catch. She wasn’t keen on all of the affectionate hugs her mother had slathered on her and could have done without them easily.

Metal keys she had received upon arriving allowed her to open the door marked 203, creaking as they slid into the keyhole, giving her a little bit of trouble as she turned the bolt. Corentin frowned, hating that she had to put effort into anything, and swung open the door. Her messenger bag was at her side and two fluffy pillows were hugged in her arms, preventing her from seeing the room in its entirety. An empty bed to the right seemed to have her name on it, so she tossed the pillows onto it and swung her bag over her shoulder, dropping it next to the bed. It wasn’t until she had tossed her things down that she examined the room. It was small, stuffy, and apparently already occupied. Hadn’t the brochure said something about a stunning dorm set up? Something about having sweet dreams. How could anyone have sweet dreams in such a dungeon? Corey rolled her eyes at the irony, realizing that the dreams she would be having would apparently bring her into another world. At least, that’s what the staff had informed her of when she picked up her keys and got her orientation papers. It seemed that they only needed one thing from her to add to her file, her birth certificate. Glancing down at it, she noticed something odd but brushed it away when she realized someone else was already in the room.

“Hello, I’m Corentin.” Corey tried to smile, but found the action undoable in her state. Her mind was occupied with one of the sentences on the paper. What did “birth order” mean, exactly? And why, exactly, was she listed as the second? Her eyes cooly gazed over the other girl, knowing that she couldn’t possibly make a good first impression at this point and hoping that her roommate would brush it off as jetlag, or PMS, or something else that people suffered from. The tenth year’s voice warmed a bit as she walked over to the other girl, her dress swishing slightly around her flat frame. Her accent was perfectly southern and she threw a bit of a drawl in, knowing that some found it charming. And that was what she hoped to appear as, charming. “Forgive me for sounding so stressed out. I’ve had the hardest time finding the dormitories. Some older boy sent me on a wild goose chase. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” What did that phrase mean anyway? It was some colloquialism her mother was always using with company. A pleasure to meet anyone? She highly doubted it.

Corey began moving in the massive amounts of clothing her mother had packed for her. An individual all-in-one wardrobe with wheels was made out of light PVC pipes and had wheels and rested in the hallway. Turning her body into a little machine, she pushed it into the room, taking up most of the space on her side of the room. She proceeded to pull out decorations, and bathing supplies, an alarm clock, a stereo system, a computer set up complete with a printer, tower, 24” flat screen monitor, and a small server, a storage system filled with 48 pairs of shoes, and finally her bedding. An excess of fluff and comforters, Corentin slowly wrestled all of the things into the room, too prideful to ask for help. The other girl wouldn’t have put the things in the right place anyway. Corentin was obsessed with having a place for everything and everything in its place. In addition to all of the other things she had packed in, she finally wedged a three-shelf storage unit next to her bed filled with sustainable food her mother had insisted upon bringing - in case Corey didn’t like the cafeteria. It was easier for the girl to go along with her mother than to see the pitiful look on her face when she didn’t get her way. If it had been up to Corentin, she would have stopped with the computer and rebought everything else. She was always up for spending money on things she liked and she was sure the shopping in England would be more than complimentary to her fashion sense.

The parade took a while but when she was done hefting everything in and pushing everything into a neat, orderly fashion, it looked like the room was stuffed to its brim. She placed both hands on her hips and nodded slowly before returning to her messenger bag on the bed, her birth certificate. “Do you know what it means to be second in birth order?” Corentin questioned and looked toward her roommate, not knowing if she had even learned her name yet.





I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this done! *begs forgiveness*