Room 302, Friday Morning
Alana had a long day of travel ahead of her: Rickshaw to the causeway, cab to BWI, Portalocity to Robot Kingdom, then a shuttle to Landfall and another cab to her dad's house. At home, she was registered for a couple community college classes, but she pretty much figured they'd be a way to mark time until got drafted. That was how things usually went.
It all sounded like the exact opposite of fun to her, so she was lingering in her dorm room as long as she could.
The room looked really damn empty now that most of her stuff had been thrown out or given away, with the remainder crammed into two suitcases. Only the box of paperback novels labeled FREE TO A GOOD HOME that she'd used to prop the door open gave any sign as to what kind of person had called this room home for so long.
She checked the time on her phone again and sat down on her bed. She could hang around for just a little longer.
[OOC: Open door/post. Last on-island post for Alana for now.]
It all sounded like the exact opposite of fun to her, so she was lingering in her dorm room as long as she could.
The room looked really damn empty now that most of her stuff had been thrown out or given away, with the remainder crammed into two suitcases. Only the box of paperback novels labeled FREE TO A GOOD HOME that she'd used to prop the door open gave any sign as to what kind of person had called this room home for so long.
She checked the time on her phone again and sat down on her bed. She could hang around for just a little longer.
[OOC: Open door/post. Last on-island post for Alana for now.]