Post by misa on Jan 9, 2008 18:35:51 GMT
"...So you see, the wardrobe space really is much more valuable to me. Necessary, too – Gautier doesn't do well in drawers!" The girl before Misa concluded with an irritatingly melodic laugh. Sophie, her name was. Or was she Loreliu? Or maybe this was Alice? God, what would it matter if she remembered their names or not; the way things were going she was never going to get a word in edgeways to succeed in getting their names wrong.
In the time she'd been away, it appeared Misa had gained several new roommates. Sophie, Alice, Olivia, and Loreliu. It had been completely overwhelming to walk into what had been a perfect sanctuary from the hubbub of the corridors and common room only to find it invaded by a mess of designer clothing and make-up stains.
Misa was by no means an aggressive person but, after several failed attempts at communicating her need for a little bit of space in the closet, she was close to breaking point, or rather, someone's skull. It was like they weren't even speaking the same language.
Ironically, to begin with Misa hadn't replied to any of their questions, too dumbstruck by the obliteration of any chance of quiet to think of a response to any of them. It was at that moment the most upfront of the lot – Sophie, probably - had taken this as a sign that she was indeed either a) an alien or b) foreign and then proceeded to ask her the same question – "Are you lost?" - in thirteen languages. It was only when she began to ask in a fourteenth choice (Misa reckoned it as Yiddish) that Misa had succeeded in finding her voice. She had started to briefly explain that'd she had been in the hospital wing but, at that moment Misa had spotted her clothes strewn out over her bed – a tiny island of familiarity in an alien ocean – and she had cut herself off to ask a simple question – Why?
Twenty minutes later and she still hadn't received a straight answer. She got the gist of it however; her belongings didn't deserve the space. She didn't deserve it – she wasn't 'good' enough.
The Barbie doll before her didn't seem to be expecting a response and Misa was glad; all replies she could think off certainly weren't appropriate for the ears of civilised company. Keeping calm, Misa moved away to her bed and began to carefully fold her clothes.
She could deal with this, worse things could happen, had happened, to her, of course she-
"So do you know where the wardrobe mirror is, then?" A voice piped up behind her and Misa froze. -couldn't.
"I- I have no idea. There was no mirror. Excuse me," She said in a clinical tone, hiding her feelings behind a steely exterior. Then, she span on her heel and left the room.
She walked through the common room, which was empty regardless of the fact it was less than half an hour until the New Year, and out into the darkened corridors of Orchid Hill.
(ooc:// continued in Minutes To Midnight [2])
In the time she'd been away, it appeared Misa had gained several new roommates. Sophie, Alice, Olivia, and Loreliu. It had been completely overwhelming to walk into what had been a perfect sanctuary from the hubbub of the corridors and common room only to find it invaded by a mess of designer clothing and make-up stains.
Misa was by no means an aggressive person but, after several failed attempts at communicating her need for a little bit of space in the closet, she was close to breaking point, or rather, someone's skull. It was like they weren't even speaking the same language.
Ironically, to begin with Misa hadn't replied to any of their questions, too dumbstruck by the obliteration of any chance of quiet to think of a response to any of them. It was at that moment the most upfront of the lot – Sophie, probably - had taken this as a sign that she was indeed either a) an alien or b) foreign and then proceeded to ask her the same question – "Are you lost?" - in thirteen languages. It was only when she began to ask in a fourteenth choice (Misa reckoned it as Yiddish) that Misa had succeeded in finding her voice. She had started to briefly explain that'd she had been in the hospital wing but, at that moment Misa had spotted her clothes strewn out over her bed – a tiny island of familiarity in an alien ocean – and she had cut herself off to ask a simple question – Why?
Twenty minutes later and she still hadn't received a straight answer. She got the gist of it however; her belongings didn't deserve the space. She didn't deserve it – she wasn't 'good' enough.
The Barbie doll before her didn't seem to be expecting a response and Misa was glad; all replies she could think off certainly weren't appropriate for the ears of civilised company. Keeping calm, Misa moved away to her bed and began to carefully fold her clothes.
She could deal with this, worse things could happen, had happened, to her, of course she-
"So do you know where the wardrobe mirror is, then?" A voice piped up behind her and Misa froze. -couldn't.
"I- I have no idea. There was no mirror. Excuse me," She said in a clinical tone, hiding her feelings behind a steely exterior. Then, she span on her heel and left the room.
She walked through the common room, which was empty regardless of the fact it was less than half an hour until the New Year, and out into the darkened corridors of Orchid Hill.
(ooc:// continued in Minutes To Midnight [2])