Room 302, Sunday Evening
Alana spent her wild Sunday night rearranging her room, upbeat '90 dance music playing as she did. After a few days spent feeling thoroughly bummed about Celia's departure, she had decided to try to salvage a bright side and take advantage of her new single by spreading out her stuff. She pushed the now-spare dresser and nightstand into the back of the closet, hung some artsy posters on what had been Celia's side of the room, and put the beds side by side so it was almost like having one big bed.
She wondered briefly if she'd get a new roomie with the next crop of students but decided not to worry about it too much. For one thing, she figured the school probably wouldn't put a new kid in with a senior. (If being an upperclassman meant anything, it should mean that her single would stay a single.) For another, if somebody did turn up, no big, she'd put the furniture back where it belonged and try not to complain about it too much.
She covered the newly conjoined beds with a big piece of brightly printed fabric and stood back to smile at her handiwork. "Not bad at all," she decided.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
She wondered briefly if she'd get a new roomie with the next crop of students but decided not to worry about it too much. For one thing, she figured the school probably wouldn't put a new kid in with a senior. (If being an upperclassman meant anything, it should mean that her single would stay a single.) For another, if somebody did turn up, no big, she'd put the furniture back where it belonged and try not to complain about it too much.
She covered the newly conjoined beds with a big piece of brightly printed fabric and stood back to smile at her handiwork. "Not bad at all," she decided.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]