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Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Nov 30, 2005 1:54:06 GMT -5
Layla walked down the hall, peering past doors and corners that seemed plentiful. She was nervous; for all she knew she was the only one here, in a giant mansion. Nerve-racking, especially for one who wasn't used to being alone. Usually she was with friends, and when she chose to be alone usually there was something, even a cat or dog, with her. But not here, where she had no way of knowing whether something was here or not.
She entered the Lobby slowly, cautiously, even though there was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there? A mansion seemed like a place where ghosts could pop out of every corner and reduce you to a blubbering baby.
She walked up to the counter, where someone was sitting. Layla couldn't see what the person looked like, somehow. Strange. But she spoke, slowly and deliberately, making sure every syllable was crystal clear and she wasn't classified as a silly Pom.
+Hello, I'm Layla. Can you tell me where I am staying?+
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Post by ~Isa~ on Nov 30, 2005 8:02:19 GMT -5
The clerk yawned, taking her time. This definitely wasn't the job of her dreams. If she had her way, she'd be skiing out on the slopes or taking figure skating lessons. Yes, that was good to fantasize about. But no, Silver had to be annoyingly stubborn on making her the stupid bedroom assignments clerk. As if she really cared about all of those kids anyway. Sleep on the floor for all I care, she thought, but kept her voice crisp and checked the records.
"Layla... Ah. Here. Bedroom 1, as it might be obvious, with roommate." She didn't mention who the roommate was. She wasn't perfect. Any clerk would have just put an R on the square, who needed to memorize all the names anyway? The clerk went back to her work, pausing occassionally to check out of the corner of her eye if any new students came.
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Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Nov 30, 2005 23:16:20 GMT -5
Layla nodded, thanking the lady and retreating. Were all the people here like that? Bored half to death? Was she going to be? But Receptionist isn't the greatest job in the world. It beats garbage collecting though, or doorman. So Layla scurried off, apprehensive and a little more than worried about finding her way around.
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Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 1, 2005 19:52:54 GMT -5
Aiden clucked his tongue as he walked own the corridor, his blue eyes wandering over each intricate feature of the hall. For a passageway- it was quite interesting. The floor was smooth mahogany wood buffered and waxed to the maximum. Walls with rich wallpaper on the top half and polished wood tiles along the bottom half to match the floor- engravings danced and ran along them with wild abandon. He pursed his lips and raised a brow with ill interest. He glanced up as he heard speaking, and hiked his duffel bag higher on his shoulder. The muscles in his arm strained in a comfortable way- like carrying a hockey bag; something he sorely missed. But this was a new life, no sports, unfortunately, but a chance to escape the past, those things that reminded him daily of his pain.
The blonde girl dissapeared in a scurry as he approached the clerk, "I'm Aiden Nash, not really sure where I'm supposed to be, or what I'm supposed to do." a muscle in his cheek twitched as he waited, eyes scanning the lobby further; memorizing every little inch of it. This was his new 'home' if he could call it that, and he'd get to know it, and it's occupants, soon enough.
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Post by Eloisa on Dec 2, 2005 16:33:10 GMT -5
Eloisa pulled her bags along the floor. Her short, blonde hair was standing in all the directions gravity allowed it to and her blue eyes were struggling to keep open. She was sleepy and grumpy and would much rather have been at home in her own bed - getting up early, really wasn’t her thing! Without looking up, she followed the sound of voices until she walked straight into a guy. He seemed to be around her own age, and so she assumed he was there for the same reason she was.
She noticed he was trying to find out where he was going to go, and she mumbled a “sorry” for interrupting him. She took a couple of steps back to give him back his space and dropped her bags. It felt good to have the weight off her hands. Noticing that her feet refused to keep her standing much longer, she sat down on top of her biggest bag which contained most of her clothes, and bent her head backwards to look at the ceiling. She couldn’t really focus, though, so all she could see was a kind of blur. Not that she minded – that way she could let her thoughts drift away.
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Post by ~Isa~ on Dec 2, 2005 19:22:14 GMT -5
ooc: yay Chad Michael Murray!
The clerk raised an eyebrow. Obviously there would be a lot of fights between the kids if no one was around, 75% probably about relationships or gossip. "Ah, our first boy," she said. "You're in Bedroom 2, no room mate currently. And you, little missy, are in Bedroom 1 with the first girl who came." She checked her watch, pressing Reset on the computer's search database menu. Two girls and one boy. Another girl and boy were coming later, but this could get messy...
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Post by ♥Nila~Josh♥ on Dec 2, 2005 21:55:21 GMT -5
Nila entered the the large lobby and let out a low whistle as she surveyed her surroundings with cold black eyes. Stellar mansion, I suppose. This could be a lot more fun than I thought. She shouldered her gray and blue duffel bag and tucked a blonde strand of hair into the ponytail at the nape of her neck. Spotting the clerk, Nila walked over to her desk and spoke, "Akanami, Nila. I just arrived and would like to know where I'll be staying if that's not too much trouble." She scowled at her own politeness. Now is not the time to be breaking 4 years of habits. Distant and rebellious, remember?
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Post by Eloisa on Dec 3, 2005 16:21:23 GMT -5
Eloisa refocused her eyes to look at the clerk who had obviously just told her where to go. She smiled sweetly and scrambled back up on her feet. “Thank you”, she said and lifted up her bags. Both her feet, hands and head seemed to bicker at the weight. Wondering if her bags had gained a couple of tons while she had rested, Eloisa dragged her feet along the corridor and found her way up to her bedroom.
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Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 3, 2005 18:17:26 GMT -5
((Aiden))
Smiling he shook his head, "That's okay." he answered the blond. He then nodded his thanks to the seceratary and tugged the duffel bag's strap higher onto his shoulder. His eyes roamed the hall for a minute until the staircase came into view. The girl who'd abruptly bumped into him seconds before rushed past and up the stairs. He elected to following- his footsteps echoing up the staircase's walls softly as he went. The same rich-colored wallpaper twined up the hall. His fingers traced the banister, his neck craned to catch the filtering light as it streamed through a small stain-glass-window at the very top of the stairs.
((Skyla))
Trotting down the hallway, two large suitcases, pulled on wheels, rolled behind her. Hair tucked up in a ponytail, eyes sparkling with excitement she stopped infront of the woman, "Hi! I'm Skyla Burton. I guess I'm supposed to be finding a room or something? This place is killer posh, I can't wait to see my bedroom." she giggled and propped her finely manicured fingers on the counter, drumbing along to a tune in her head as her pretty eyes wandered the corridor, "Wow you're so lucky to work here, you must get a nice salary. Oh! I love your shirt!"
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Post by ~Isa~ on Dec 4, 2005 0:49:49 GMT -5
Thrown off balance from the first personal comment that had ever come her way, the clerk was speechless for a moment, and then recollected herself to nod stiffly. "Thanks... Yeah, I guess this beats busing tables at some diner." She checked the database again and managed a smile at Skyla and Nila. "You two are in Bedroom 3 together."
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Post by *Aiden*Skyla* on Dec 4, 2005 11:35:32 GMT -5
"Oh totaly wicked!" Skyla squealed turning to give the other girl a wide grin, "This is going to be sweet. Thank you so much, hun." she cast a smile back to the clerk, "And try putting a barette in your hair- I'm sure you'll have guys fawning over you." she giggled and snatched the handles of her wheel-drawn suitcases. Tugging them towards the stairs, she peered up them with a slightly put-out expression. It was going to be a long way up lugging two heavy suitcases. Sky had never been one to ask for help, though, and she took a confident breath before starting the journey...
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Post by ♥Nila~Josh♥ on Dec 4, 2005 14:16:26 GMT -5
Nila looked after her new roomate, Skyla, with a horrified expression. Obviously this'll be a long while if i have to share a room with Ms. Preppy over there. She sighed and picked up her bag once more, trudging up the stairs behind Skyla.
Not too long after they disappeared from view, a tall boy with messy black hair entered the lobby. Josh repositioned the backpack slung over one shoulder and moved his duffel bag to another hand. He casually strolled over the clerks desk and spoke, "Good day, Miss. I was wondering if you could tell me my room assignment. My name is Joshua Enira." He paused and started speaking once more, "Do you know if Nila Akanami has arrived yet?"
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Post by +Layla+ ||Jake|| on Dec 4, 2005 22:59:25 GMT -5
Jake followed the latest guy, chuckling as the two girls left. So, they were the people here. One looked like a lil' princess, the other a down-to-earth gal. He heaved his bag higher up his back, entering the Lobby.
His brown eyes searched past the other bloke in the room, entering his little speech aswell.
||I second that. Room? I'm Josh Hasselhoff||
Jake shot a warning glance at the other person. Not a word, it said.
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Post by ~Isa~ on Dec 5, 2005 6:07:20 GMT -5
"As a matter of fact, Nila has arrived. You just missed her, Mr... Enira. Room 5, both of you." She flapped her hand at them, still rummaging around in her handbag and in the desk drawer for a barette. When was the last time she had actually clipped her hair? Not in the past few months...
OOC: lol! I'm not really playing this char though so oh well.
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Post by ♥Nila~Josh♥ on Dec 5, 2005 19:55:59 GMT -5
Josh nodded and ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly, mussing it a bit more, "Thank you." He took his bags up again and started the ascent up the stairs.
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