frogmastr1
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No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...
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Room 14
Aug 4, 2007 14:38:02 GMT -5
Post by frogmastr1 on Aug 4, 2007 14:38:02 GMT -5
'Well, today's class was fun' thought Rhea as she opened the door to dormitory number 14. "But," she said out loud to herself, "I would really like to settle down." Rhea had arrived earlier this morning with the accompaniment of her teacher, Franco. She barely had time to unceremonialously throw her satchel-bag and dump her pet bat Moth onto one of the beds before rushing out again to find her 10th period classroom. But now that her class was over, she could relax. The first thing that Rhea noticed when she walked in was the black and tan ball of bat that was streaking across the room. Moth had obviously not enjoyed her time spent alone in the dorm while Rhea was at class. “Moth! Hey, it’s okay! I’m back!” The bat turned in mid-flight and made a beeline for Rhea, hitting her rather hard in the gut. With most of her breath gone, Rhea managed to gasp, “Listen, I’m sorry…I would have been late.” Moth, who was gently but securely being held in Rhea’s hands, glared up at her balefully. “Alright, I know! It’s no excuse. I’m sorry…really!” Moth relaxed a little as Rhea hugged her. “I’ll let you out now,” she said soothingly to her friend as she walked over to the window and unlatched it. Moth licked Rhea’s cheek, and then flew out into the overcast sky.
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zithan
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Room 14
Aug 5, 2007 15:44:38 GMT -5
Post by zithan on Aug 5, 2007 15:44:38 GMT -5
( I'll post tonight!)
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frogmastr1
Freshman
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Room 14
Aug 5, 2007 16:02:36 GMT -5
Post by frogmastr1 on Aug 5, 2007 16:02:36 GMT -5
“I would probably feel the same way,” thought Rhea as she closed the window shutters. She and Moth had been through a lot together, and they eventually learned how read each others feelings and, even understand each other’s language. Rhea’s satchel bag was lying on her bed, right where she had chucked it earlier. Yes, everything was where she had left it. You could never be too careful about your property in a place full of people that are strangers to you.
Speaking of strangers…
It seemed that there was another bed in the dorm room. It had the exact same placing as hers, with its back board pressed against the wall opposite the door and one of its sides hugging a side wall; only, the other bed was on the opposite side of the room. The window was positioned directly in line with the door and it was in between the two back boards with about two feet of room from on side of the window sill to one bed. There were also two large trunks positioned at the foot of each of the beds, but Rhea doubted she would need hers. Well, maybe to keep her satchel bag in….
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zithan
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Room 14
Aug 5, 2007 20:58:16 GMT -5
Post by zithan on Aug 5, 2007 20:58:16 GMT -5
Garland hovered outside the door of dorm room number 14 with her fist raised in the air, ready to knock. For the last few minutes, she had been trying to make contact with the door, but she just couldn’t gather the nerve. The fist of her other hand was balled up tightly and wrapped around the brown fabric of her three-quarter- length pants.
It was frustrating to be this shy; no matter what she did, she couldn’t stop shaking.
Letting out a loud sigh, she pulled up some courage, and banged her fist on the door, accidentally, maybe, a bit too hard. Then she waited for a reply, trying to make herself look calmer than she was feeling.
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frogmastr1
Freshman
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...
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Room 14
Aug 6, 2007 17:03:35 GMT -5
Post by frogmastr1 on Aug 6, 2007 17:03:35 GMT -5
Rhea had just stuck her hand inside of her satchel bag, when she heard a loud knock on the dorm door. She hurried across the room to the door excitedly, wondering if maybe this was her room mate. The door was jerked open, revealing….no-one? Rhea looked out into the corridor and looked both way, but there was no one there. ‘How strange’ she thought, her eyebrows knitting. It was only by chance that Rhea looked down and saw the tiny form of her room mate hovering around her knee before she shut the door. It shocked her at first; she had never seen a person this small before. Immediately after processing this thought, she figured that this wasn’t a person at all. Person or not, Rhea put on a smile and widened the gap between the door and the wall. “Welcome to room 14! Um…I’m Rhea!” she said as brightly as she could without looking too sinister. The poor little “thing” hovering below her looked a bit sick…or scared.
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zithan
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Room 14
Aug 7, 2007 11:12:45 GMT -5
Post by zithan on Aug 7, 2007 11:12:45 GMT -5
Looking up at the monstrous person in front of her almost made Garlands wings fail. Her eyes must have enlarged to the size of tennis balls, and she was certain that her mouth was hanging open slightly, though the shock and fear was making her numb all over, so she couldn’t be sure of either. The person in front of her was saying something, but nothing registered until the stranger said her name. Rhea, was it? “I..-I’m….Garland,” she said looking up into Rhea’s yellow eyes. Then, she waited for something to happen. At the moment, her choice fantasy was the ground opening up and swallowing her; then maybe she would be spit up back in WhiteHeart Wood, her home, where she actually knew everyone! But, nothing happened after a few seconds of waiting, so Garland resigned herself to the fact that nothing out of the ordinary would occur. “U-Uh…um,” she stuttered at a loss for what to say.
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frogmastr1
Freshman
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...
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Room 14
Aug 7, 2007 16:56:30 GMT -5
Post by frogmastr1 on Aug 7, 2007 16:56:30 GMT -5
“Uh...hello Garland!,” said Rhea gesturing inside. “Why don’t you come in.” Rhea strode into the dorm room and headed toward her bed. She sat down and waited for her room mate to do likewise.
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zithan
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Room 14
Aug 9, 2007 11:10:56 GMT -5
Post by zithan on Aug 9, 2007 11:10:56 GMT -5
Garland hesitantly flew into the room, taking care to shut the door as she passed. Even though the room seemed homey enough, the lack of live wood surrounding her and the awkward, musty scent of a disused room disturbed her. She was used to sleeping in a peaceful little nest inside a tree, where you could always smell the fresh air, which was most often scented with tree sap and flower blossoms…The sunshine was also something absent in this dinky little room. But, beggars can’t be choosers; coming to this academy was a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. The bed that Garland sat down on was really hard…just the way she liked it! Sleeping in a tree had given her some practice. Lying back on the bed was somewhat comfortable; it made her tired though, and she thought it would be rude to just fall asleep in front of her room mate. So, she sat up once more and got the familiar jolt in her stomach as she looked into a stranger’s eyes.
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Room 14
Aug 9, 2007 12:00:25 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 9, 2007 12:00:25 GMT -5
"The air is very tense and dense in here," said a cheery voice. Gerro was sitting on the windowsill, in human form this time. He smiled fondly at Garland and Rhea, still as conflicting as ever with those cherry eyes and lime green hair. He was like a box of fruitloops if you added his clothes to the color scene. Many said Gerro was fruitloopy anyway.
"I've come to break you two in. You know, answer questions, help you with home decorating," he explained, waving his hands this way and that, which made his bells tinkle faintly.
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frogmastr1
Freshman
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world...
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Room 14
Aug 9, 2007 12:39:43 GMT -5
Post by frogmastr1 on Aug 9, 2007 12:39:43 GMT -5
Rhea was about to attempt at a conversation with Garland, when an eccentric looking…someone…appeared on her windowsill. That in itself was a bit creepy; the tense atmosphere before hadn’t helped either. Wait…he was going to what?! Oh…help with redecorating…that was a relief! “Um…okay,” she said after he had finished. She couldn’t help but notice his hair was lime green. In all of her travels, she had never seen someone with lime green hair. “Wait…we’re redecorating the room?”
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Room 14
Aug 14, 2007 19:44:17 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2007 19:44:17 GMT -5
"Of course. It's what I do for my new students. Did you two have anything in mind? I can split it down the middle if you have conflicting interests," Gerro replied, always smiling. These were nice kids. Painfully innocent, but at least not the type to kill themselves on a regular basis or get into all kinds of trouble... like Zet's students. He couldn't be paid to take any of Zet's students...
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zithan
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Room 14
Aug 15, 2007 12:07:20 GMT -5
Post by zithan on Aug 15, 2007 12:07:20 GMT -5
She didn’t really know why, but Garland felt slightly more comfortable with her teacher around. The atmosphere before wasn’t exactly prime, and it had lightened considerably as soon as Gerro, with those red eyes of his and crazy lime green hair, first spoke. She hadn’t really recognized him at first though; she had only met him once before, and that was in the Ghost Shipyards. Then, he had been…much smaller…but the hair and eyes instantly gave away his identity.
Garland watched Rhea as she shot Gerro a question, and he replied with a suitable answer. Redecorating huh? He was even going to go the extra mile and offer splitting the room down the middle, which sounded like a good idea to her. She wasn’t sure but, anyone who wasn’t a woodland sprite probably wouldn’t want to sleep in a tree.
“I think we should split it,” said Garland to her teacher, looking bashfully at Rhea. She hoped she didn’t sound snobby.
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frogmastr1
Freshman
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Room 14
Aug 16, 2007 11:12:05 GMT -5
Post by frogmastr1 on Aug 16, 2007 11:12:05 GMT -5
Rhea looked down reassuringly at Garland with a smile. “I agree,” she stated to all who listened. “It seems that each of us comes from different climates and terrains, so…” She left the statement hanging. “Oh yeah, teacher…(Rhea looked up at the window sill where Gerro was seated) if we were to split the room, would it be possible to control the temperature on either side? Like I prefer it being chilly, but I’m not sure Garland feels the same way.”
Indeed, growing up in the arctic where the temperature was just about always below freezing had molded a liking to cold atmospheres in Rhea’s blood. When she had left the arctic all those years ago, she had found that she had great difficulty getting to sleep at night because the heat was too much for her; even in weather that would be considered mild in more temperate regions held her captive in it’s (to her) overwhelming heat. She would usually find, after finally falling asleep, that she would wake up a few hours later drenched in sweat even though she had used no covering. Rhea didn’t wish to go through that experience again, especially now that a good night’s sleep was needed for learning!
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Room 14
Aug 16, 2007 15:57:36 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 16, 2007 15:57:36 GMT -5
"Your wish is my command, ladies," he said with a wink. "It shouldn't be too hard. A white strip of tape appeared out of nowhere, laying itself down seamlessly across the halfway mark of the room... kind of like how small children partitioned themselves in a fight. "So, you say you like it cold?" Gerro took out an ornate flute that was made of a liquid looking gray-blue metal and started playing it. It was a high, airy tune that Rhea's side of the room soon took up: at least the floor became covered in three inches of snow, decorated by a few gray boulders, and a fir tree. By the corner was a blue, fur lined comforter on a fluffy looking bed.
"How about that?" he asked impishly. "The fur isn't real though. That's just cruel." Then his eyes went to Garland. "Since you can make snowmen any time Rhea invites you over, are you more interested in a beach?" A few colorful trills of his pipe and Garland's side of the room was filled with the gentle sloping of sun-warmed sand and a little wave-pool up against the sky-blue walls. Her bed was a hammock between two palm trees.
"I'm open to suggestions and preferences," he grinned.
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zithan
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Room 14
Aug 18, 2007 14:04:41 GMT -5
Post by zithan on Aug 18, 2007 14:04:41 GMT -5
Garland had watched in fascination as the beautiful tune wove its way into every corner and niche of the room. The snow had seemed to spring from the melody of flutes and whistles emanating from the musical instrument in Gerro’s possession. It was a beautiful and wondrous sight to her; the last time she had seen snow must have been 500 years ago. She had been a young sprite then, and it was only in a passing glance out the tree hollow, that she had seen the beautiful, white, blanket of frozen rain that had caught on bare tree branches and had made a 3 foot deposit on the ground; she hadn’t been able to go outside and play in the snow like the other young sprites because of a bout of sickness she had unluckily contracted a few days before. She hadn’t seen snow since. Maybe she could have her own snow experience, if Rhea was willing. “Um…sir…if it’s okay…um…” said Garland as soon as the beach had sprung up (she had jumped of the ground just in time to keep the sand from running over her feet), “If it’s okay with you sir…I’d just like a…well, hm.” Garland never completed her sentence (who knows how long that would have taken anyway). She was going to say that she would just like a small tree with a little hollow in it to sleep in, and that was all she would need. But she didn’t know how to say that, she wanted a live tree, but didn’t want it to be altered in its course of growth. “Well…I wanted a tree, but…I don’t want to forcefully grow one, or alter one that’s already living,” she said to Gerro.
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