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Post by Róisín Brennan on Mar 30, 2009 23:43:44 GMT -6
Roisin eyed each door she passed keenly, wondering just why there was not a more efficient system in place to inform students of the location of their rooms. At last she came across a door with two names on it, her own and one other. She set her bag on the floor, and shift her belongs in knock. When there was no answer Roisin grasped the knob and entered.
Her roommate, it seemed, had already arrived at the school, but had obviously left the dorm. One of each item: bed, dresser, closet, desk, bookshelf, had already been claimed. Roisin placed her belongings on her own bed before inspecting things further. After a few minutes she had transferred her clothing from bag to drawers or closet, and had arranged her books on the shelves according to category. The slim leather pack now sat on her desk and she had donned her uniform. It was cute, she had to admit, she especially liked the tartan.
Before leaving to explore, which was more than tempting, Roisin forced herself to sit and read the rules. She was the sort of person who did not like to rush into things, and disliked making mistakes.
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