Post by divinity on Jan 3, 2007 15:14:07 GMT -5
{ooc} This is Kaye entering her dorm. :3 Schweet, huh?
{bic}
As a large, tan colored suitcase was extracted from a rather old, rusty car, singing could be heard. Slightly off-key, but decent. The girl's head was thrown back in song as she belted out the lyrics to one of the songs to her favorite musical, "Guys and Dolls". Her eyes were closed, but soon opened as she peered around- still singing, mind you- to see where she might enter the rather large building. She wrinkled her freckled nose and ran fingers with sky blue painted nails through her straightened black-brown hair which was mottled with a lime green color. The girl hefted the heavy suitcase up, or at least tried to as she half dragged, half carried the load to what seemed like an entrance to the castle like dorms.
The girl, who was called Kaye, walked into the dorms with an anxious expression on her face. This wasn’t the place for her. She didn’t belong here, and she knew it already. She edged over to the lobby and set her suitcase down on a chair. Now was the time to adjust herself before meeting the principal.
She pulled down the jean skirt that she wore over black leggings and smoothed it out. She then straightened her white, plastic belt that was signed by all of her old friends. This was a /very/ sentimental item. Racing a hand along it and staring off into space for just a moment, Kaye sighed. How she missed her old school. She had so many friends…
Snapping back into reality, she fixed her black shirt. It read across the front “Chic” in big, blocky, white letters. She then settled her black and white newsboy hat atop her head once more, and picked up the suitcase. The office was labeled clearly, a sign mounted on top of the door, reading “Principal’s Office” Below that were listed the names of the schools that the principal attended, and what his name was. Sighing tiredly, Kaye entered, pulling her ‘I’m new, and making a good impression’ face on. This consisted of arched eyebrows and a friendly look in her eyes. Behind that was a bit of nervousness and annoyance, but she tried.
A man, who looked quite old, gazed up at her from behind horn-rimmed glasses. “Kaye Dimascus, I presume?” he said to her, his voice nasally and obnoxious. “Yes,” she managed to squeeze out, without giggling at his voice. “Mmmhm, alright, so you’re registered… all you need is your dorm number and you’re set, hon.” He mumbled as he handed her a few papers. Kaye only glanced at them. “The number?” she blurted out, staring at the principal. “Oh, em, yes… 309, dearie. Go along, now. You’re lucky it’s a weekend or you’d be late for class.” He warned, shooing her with a chubby hand.
Kaye scoffed quietly at him and darted out of the office. “Three oh nine, three oh nine, three oh nine…” she chanted, heading down the hall. “Ah, here we go.” She added as she got to the three hundreds. She began to hum the lyrics to the song she had been singing earlier, looking at the papers that the man had given her. Mixed in with them was a small envelope. She ripped it open and dropped a small key into her hand. “Oh, so /that’s/ how I get in…” she murmured, tossing it in the air and catching it. She slowly came to a stop and set her bag down and dorm number 309. “Okay, here we go…” Kaye inserted the key into the lock and turned until she heard a click. She then opened the door and peered inside. “’Home, sweet home’ I suppose,” she said, stepping inside the room and quietly closing the door.
{bic}
As a large, tan colored suitcase was extracted from a rather old, rusty car, singing could be heard. Slightly off-key, but decent. The girl's head was thrown back in song as she belted out the lyrics to one of the songs to her favorite musical, "Guys and Dolls". Her eyes were closed, but soon opened as she peered around- still singing, mind you- to see where she might enter the rather large building. She wrinkled her freckled nose and ran fingers with sky blue painted nails through her straightened black-brown hair which was mottled with a lime green color. The girl hefted the heavy suitcase up, or at least tried to as she half dragged, half carried the load to what seemed like an entrance to the castle like dorms.
The girl, who was called Kaye, walked into the dorms with an anxious expression on her face. This wasn’t the place for her. She didn’t belong here, and she knew it already. She edged over to the lobby and set her suitcase down on a chair. Now was the time to adjust herself before meeting the principal.
She pulled down the jean skirt that she wore over black leggings and smoothed it out. She then straightened her white, plastic belt that was signed by all of her old friends. This was a /very/ sentimental item. Racing a hand along it and staring off into space for just a moment, Kaye sighed. How she missed her old school. She had so many friends…
Snapping back into reality, she fixed her black shirt. It read across the front “Chic” in big, blocky, white letters. She then settled her black and white newsboy hat atop her head once more, and picked up the suitcase. The office was labeled clearly, a sign mounted on top of the door, reading “Principal’s Office” Below that were listed the names of the schools that the principal attended, and what his name was. Sighing tiredly, Kaye entered, pulling her ‘I’m new, and making a good impression’ face on. This consisted of arched eyebrows and a friendly look in her eyes. Behind that was a bit of nervousness and annoyance, but she tried.
A man, who looked quite old, gazed up at her from behind horn-rimmed glasses. “Kaye Dimascus, I presume?” he said to her, his voice nasally and obnoxious. “Yes,” she managed to squeeze out, without giggling at his voice. “Mmmhm, alright, so you’re registered… all you need is your dorm number and you’re set, hon.” He mumbled as he handed her a few papers. Kaye only glanced at them. “The number?” she blurted out, staring at the principal. “Oh, em, yes… 309, dearie. Go along, now. You’re lucky it’s a weekend or you’d be late for class.” He warned, shooing her with a chubby hand.
Kaye scoffed quietly at him and darted out of the office. “Three oh nine, three oh nine, three oh nine…” she chanted, heading down the hall. “Ah, here we go.” She added as she got to the three hundreds. She began to hum the lyrics to the song she had been singing earlier, looking at the papers that the man had given her. Mixed in with them was a small envelope. She ripped it open and dropped a small key into her hand. “Oh, so /that’s/ how I get in…” she murmured, tossing it in the air and catching it. She slowly came to a stop and set her bag down and dorm number 309. “Okay, here we go…” Kaye inserted the key into the lock and turned until she heard a click. She then opened the door and peered inside. “’Home, sweet home’ I suppose,” she said, stepping inside the room and quietly closing the door.