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Room 303, Thursday Morning
Well. That was it, then. This semester had been charming and all, really, but no way was Rebecca sticking around school for a summer when she could be tanning on the beach somewhere exotic. Like South Carolina or something. Anywhere she could pass for a college kid, basically.
So on this fine morning, she was loading her meticulously-folded clothing collection and assorted other belongings into her bags. Some stuff, she almost thought she might be able to leave lying around -- she'd be back in September, after all -- except on second thought she really might not, because her track record for sticking to boarding schools really wasn't the best. Better to avoid having to make an awkward return if she didn't have to, all things considered.
Finally, her stuff thus packed, she whistled for Pitt and took a seat on her empty bed, surveying the room.
...
"It's really a shame," she decided, "about that headboard."
Yeah, sorry, next occupant of 303. That headboard was pretty much a goner at this point.
Beat.
"And the dent in the wall."
Well, she'd made her mark, at least. That was nice.
[[almost definitely rebecca's last post, or else just her last post for the summer. open post and door yadda yadda.]]
So on this fine morning, she was loading her meticulously-folded clothing collection and assorted other belongings into her bags. Some stuff, she almost thought she might be able to leave lying around -- she'd be back in September, after all -- except on second thought she really might not, because her track record for sticking to boarding schools really wasn't the best. Better to avoid having to make an awkward return if she didn't have to, all things considered.
Finally, her stuff thus packed, she whistled for Pitt and took a seat on her empty bed, surveying the room.
...
"It's really a shame," she decided, "about that headboard."
Yeah, sorry, next occupant of 303. That headboard was pretty much a goner at this point.
Beat.
"And the dent in the wall."
Well, she'd made her mark, at least. That was nice.
[[almost definitely rebecca's last post, or else just her last post for the summer. open post and door yadda yadda.]]
Room 322, Tuesday Morning
Rebecca had been all set to go for her morning run when she'd woken up this morning.
Then she'd spotted the squirrel outside her door, read the note it had in its tiny paw or claw or whatever that was called, and groaned. Really, really loudly.
So now she was marching all of her stuff over to room 322. Not just some of it or enough for a week -- all of it. And if she could beat Annie there, she was totally claiming the bed by the window and... probably both closets. Because it was important to make the best of a bad situation, or something. Whatever.
[[open post and door, naturalmente, though i'll be around a lot more in the afternoon after a couple of back-to-back midterms]]
Then she'd spotted the squirrel outside her door, read the note it had in its tiny paw or claw or whatever that was called, and groaned. Really, really loudly.
So now she was marching all of her stuff over to room 322. Not just some of it or enough for a week -- all of it. And if she could beat Annie there, she was totally claiming the bed by the window and... probably both closets. Because it was important to make the best of a bad situation, or something. Whatever.
[[open post and door, naturalmente, though i'll be around a lot more in the afternoon after a couple of back-to-back midterms]]
Room 303, Tuesday Late Morning
Rebecca had woken up a little earlier than she needed to this morning. Well, technically she didn't need to wake up very early at all, considering that Tuesday, like the five other days of the week that weren't Friday, was a day that she didn't have any on-campus classes. Sure, she had all her online classes to worry about, but she mostly did the work for those at night when she was unlikely to be spotted. It was strategic, really.
Regardless -- today. Up early. So she extended her morning run to an hour or so longer than usual, which admittedly felt pretty awesome. Then she came back up to her room, slung a towel over her shoulders to take care of some of the immediate sweatiness problem, and putted around reading her texts.
Rebecca Logan: Constructive human being since 1995.
[[open open!]]
Regardless -- today. Up early. So she extended her morning run to an hour or so longer than usual, which admittedly felt pretty awesome. Then she came back up to her room, slung a towel over her shoulders to take care of some of the immediate sweatiness problem, and putted around reading her texts.
Rebecca Logan: Constructive human being since 1995.
[[open open!]]
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Room 303, Friday Afternoon
Well. It had been almost a week and Pitt the cat didn't seem to want to budge, even though all the other kids who'd shown up on the island had long since vanished.
It was possible, Rebecca supposed, that Pitt just wasn't one of those kids, and was simply a cat who'd shown up randomly at her door. Although really, the research she'dhad her father's secretary do done pointed toward Pitt being of a decent, show-cat sort of breed, so that seemed unlikely. Maybe he was just too obstinate to get into strange portals when there was already a human around to give him food and stacks of pillows to hide behind. That sounded plausible.
Well. Regardless of what it was, she and Pitt were cohabitating fairly well.
"You know, I think I like you better than Matt," she decided, watching Pitt leap over her desk to sit on a cushion on the windowsill. Pitt had the grace to look appreciative. "Just don't step on my clothes and we'll be fine."
[[open open!]]
It was possible, Rebecca supposed, that Pitt just wasn't one of those kids, and was simply a cat who'd shown up randomly at her door. Although really, the research she'd
Well. Regardless of what it was, she and Pitt were cohabitating fairly well.
"You know, I think I like you better than Matt," she decided, watching Pitt leap over her desk to sit on a cushion on the windowsill. Pitt had the grace to look appreciative. "Just don't step on my clothes and we'll be fine."
[[open open!]]
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Room 303, Saturday Morning
Rebecca had just gotten back from her morning run when she heard tiny footsteps outside her door. Tiny, insistent footsteps.
Now, since her morning run happened to take her through the park, where she'd noticed an abundance of vaguely familiar-looking children squealing for their mommies and daddies, Rebecca was immediately on the alert. Slowly, she stood up -- she wasn't prepared to open the door just yet, especially if it was a child, but she wanted to get close enough to hear better.
And as soon as she was closer to the door, she heard a faint scratching sound on the wood. So, yeah, she'd be opening the door now.
"Wha--" she started to demand, but she was cut off by a grey cat leaping into the room and pouncing onto the top of her dresser.
...yeah, lots of staring.
"What?" she demanded finally.
No response from the cat.
Yeah, Rebecca was very confused.
[[open open! yes i do crack myself up, thank you for asking.]]
Now, since her morning run happened to take her through the park, where she'd noticed an abundance of vaguely familiar-looking children squealing for their mommies and daddies, Rebecca was immediately on the alert. Slowly, she stood up -- she wasn't prepared to open the door just yet, especially if it was a child, but she wanted to get close enough to hear better.
And as soon as she was closer to the door, she heard a faint scratching sound on the wood. So, yeah, she'd be opening the door now.
"Wha--" she started to demand, but she was cut off by a grey cat leaping into the room and pouncing onto the top of her dresser.
...yeah, lots of staring.
"What?" she demanded finally.
No response from the cat.
Yeah, Rebecca was very confused.
[[open open! yes i do crack myself up, thank you for asking.]]
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Room 303, Friday After Classes
Rebecca hadn't minded her classes today, really. In fact, she was just getting back to her room with the intention of doing some work for her online classes when... well...
Suffice it to say that there was a skittering of feet under her desk, and then a sudden sharp pain as tiny teeth dug into her foot. She had just enough presence of mind to snarl a couple of really, really rude words at the gremlin responsible before the bite kicked in.
And oh, did it kick in.
[['stablishtastic!]]
Suffice it to say that there was a skittering of feet under her desk, and then a sudden sharp pain as tiny teeth dug into her foot. She had just enough presence of mind to snarl a couple of really, really rude words at the gremlin responsible before the bite kicked in.
And oh, did it kick in.
[['stablishtastic!]]
Room 303, Wednesday Morning
About halfway through getting dressed, Rebecca paused.
There was... itching.
"Really?" she muttered, rollling her eyes. "Perfect."
With that, she finished getting dressed, then flopped on her bed and pulled open her schedule, trying to find an opening to book an appointment at the clinic. Ugh.
[[open! and this is entirely steve, len and natalie's fault. but separately.]]
There was... itching.
"Really?" she muttered, rollling her eyes. "Perfect."
With that, she finished getting dressed, then flopped on her bed and pulled open her schedule, trying to find an opening to book an appointment at the clinic. Ugh.
[[open! and this is entirely steve, len and natalie's fault. but separately.]]
Room 303, Laaaaate Friday After the Girlkissy Party
So, kissing girls but not actually going any further with them? Not actually all that helpful in resolving restlessness, it needed to be said.
And Rebecca had -- somehow -- managed to get out of that party without bringing anyone back to her room. Yes, it shocked her too. So, frustrated, she returned to her room in the tiny shorts and tank top that constituted her pajamas, threw the door open with just a bit more force than was strictly necessary, and proceeded to march over to her dresser to take off her earrings so that she could just get into bed already.
Then she dropped one and had to bend down to pick it up, huffing all the while about stupid earrings and stupid dressers and a whole host of things that really ought not to be blamed for any of this, thanks.
[[for one, NSFW, and up early due to this thing called a timezone]]
And Rebecca had -- somehow -- managed to get out of that party without bringing anyone back to her room. Yes, it shocked her too. So, frustrated, she returned to her room in the tiny shorts and tank top that constituted her pajamas, threw the door open with just a bit more force than was strictly necessary, and proceeded to march over to her dresser to take off her earrings so that she could just get into bed already.
Then she dropped one and had to bend down to pick it up, huffing all the while about stupid earrings and stupid dressers and a whole host of things that really ought not to be blamed for any of this, thanks.
[[for one, NSFW, and up early due to this thing called a timezone]]
Room 303, Monday Evening
So that thing just now, with the dancing kid? That had been... pretty weird. And hadn't done a whole lot in the way of relieving any of the pent-up energy that Rebecca seemed to have an excess of this week in case anyone hadn't noticed. She'd followed that up with a couple hours of cardio at the gym, which hadn't helped either, and now she was... back at her room.
And sweaty. And you could see where this was going, right?
[[for her partner in hoing, and NSFW. yes, this insane streak of hers is still going on. i'm pretty amazed myself.]]
And sweaty. And you could see where this was going, right?
[[for her partner in hoing, and NSFW. yes, this insane streak of hers is still going on. i'm pretty amazed myself.]]
Room 303, Sunday After 3MD
"And here we have my room," Rebecca announced unnecessarily as she opened the door, "and -- oh, good, my roommate's not here."
So that would be her coat being tossed onto Matt's desk, where, in fact, a lot of her stuff was currently residing. Best roommate ever, right?
"Sooo."
[[continued from here, andi offer no guarantees on its worksafe-ness most emphatically not worksafe. for she of the raspberry lip gloss!]]
So that would be her coat being tossed onto Matt's desk, where, in fact, a lot of her stuff was currently residing. Best roommate ever, right?
"Sooo."
[[continued from here, and
Room 318, Saturday After The Dance
Peter had barely gotten the door open before Rebecca decided it was time to pin him to the wall with one hand and kiss him hard. She used one foot to kick the door shut, then brought that knee up to the wall as well. For balance. Not to stick out her ass. Really.
There was a pink rose in her immediate line of vision and not much else in the way of decorating, but guess what so was not on her mind right now? She was way more preoccupied with the making-out part, thanks.
[[continued from here, and for him whose room it is! (not you, jim.) NSFW, yo.]]
There was a pink rose in her immediate line of vision and not much else in the way of decorating, but guess what so was not on her mind right now? She was way more preoccupied with the making-out part, thanks.
[[continued from here, and for him whose room it is! (not you, jim.) NSFW, yo.]]
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OOC: Info Post, Spring 2012
Look at me, infoposting like a champ.
…I have four students. I have the maximum possible students. When did that happen? Oh, right. Just now.
First, my newbie:
( The Brat )
And the non-newbies!
( The Bookworm )
( The Star )
And finally, me!
( The Teacup )
…I have four students. I have the maximum possible students. When did that happen? Oh, right. Just now.
First, my newbie:
( The Brat )
And the non-newbies!
( The Bookworm )
And finally, me!
( The Teacup )
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OOC: Info Post, Spring 2012
Look at me, infoposting like a champ.
…I have four students. I have the maximum possible students. When did that happen? Oh, right. Just now.
First, my newbie:
( The Brat )
And the non-newbies!
( The Bookworm )
( The Star )
And finally, me!
( The Teacup )
…I have four students. I have the maximum possible students. When did that happen? Oh, right. Just now.
First, my newbie:
( The Brat )
And the non-newbies!
( The Bookworm )
And finally, me!
( The Teacup )