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riley kaitlyn anderson
 Posted: Apr 2 2017, 10:28 PM
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She'd grown to hate change, in all its forms. Changes in her life had always started out innocently enough, masked by the good intent behind them, but had always turned out badly in the end. Moving to San Franciso and having to leave behind her school and her friends and her hockey team, trying--and failing--to adjust to her new life in San Fransucksville with its crummy pizza and its hipster-lined streets, choosing to run away from home and make her way back to Minnesota just as the darkness fell over their world, landing in this alternate version of San Francisco and having to live each day under the watchful eye of her teachers and her coach and the school shrink thanks to her 'especially unique' form of depression... Yeah. Change was pretty much the worst, as far as Riley was concerned. And as if all the stupid changes she'd already had to put up with hadn't been enough, here she was, sitting on her bed facing the entrance to the dorm room she'd shared up until now with a perky cheerleader named Dana, waiting for her new roommate to show up. Staring ahead at the newly blank wall on the opposite side of the room from her bed, she felt a sigh fall form her lips before she'd even realized it was coming, and turned her attention back to the textbook that lay open in her lap. Dana was gone, having earned some apparently 'awesomer than awesome' scholarship for a larger school closer to home and her family, and she'd packed up and taken off about a week ago to get there and get herself settled in in time for the new semester's classes to begin. And here Riley was, a week later, sitting and waiting for her replacement to get in.

God, don't let it be another cheerleader, she thought as she looked up from her book again, unable to concentrate on the Mitosis of a cell when the whole dynamic of her rooming situation might be about to change for the better or for the worse. Dana may have been a change herself once upon a time, and more often than not, she'd driven Riley crazy with her peppy attitude and her brightly colored wardrobe she was always trying to push off on her tomboy roommate, but she'd gotten used to her in the time they'd spent together, and which she wouldn't go as far as to say that Dana'd been her friend, she definitely hadn't been her least favorite person in the world, or even in the bottom ten. Closing her textbook with a loud thump and casting it aside, she watched quietly as it teetered on the edge of the mattress, seconds from tipping too far to one side and dropping to the floor. Frowning at it for another long moment until she was sure it wasn't going to fall at least for now, she looked back to the empty side of the room, wondering what kind of person would be sleeping across from her now. Would she be another early morning personality like Dana, or a darker-than-dark negative type? Would she be sporty or nerdy or a goth or a theater type? She tried to imagine the different ways that the opposite side of the room could be decorated based on what kind of person the new girl was as she'd tried to do with her new room when she and her parents had first gotten to their new 'home' after the big move, and frowned to herself.

Ms. Frazer had told her that it would be best if she tried to see this as a good thing, as an opportunity to meet someone new and to make a new friend, but she hadn't been the glass half full type in a long time, and all that she could think of was the possibility for disaster. Of course, she would go by the same rules as she had with Dana, would try her hardest not to let her downward spiraling moods make her treat her new roommate like crap--she had to live with her, after all, and living with someone you hated sounded like its own special circle of hell. Running her hands over her face with another long sigh, she forced her shoulders to relax and leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest and eyeing the door in the silence that followed. She probably looked like a crazy person, sitting alone on her side of the room with her hockey gear tossed haphazardly across one side of the bed next to her and her science homework splayed across her pillow on the other side as she frowned and glared at the door across the room, but really, she didn't care whether she looked like a psycho or not. Heck, maybe if she looked crazy enough, the new roommate would run for the hills and they would have to set her up in a room by herself where she didn't have to room with anyone else... For a moment, she allowed herself to muse on this, arching a brow and snorting in the quiet, but it wasn't long before she had to remind herself of the consequences that would come with scaring off her new roommate. Ms. Frazer would definitely have some things to say about it in their next meeting or five, and there was no way they were just going to let her off the hook and give her a room of her own. If she scared this one away, then she risked them sending another girl who was even worse to share the room with her. No. She'd have to get her shit together and try and get through the night without incident.

Rolling her eyes and reaching again for her textbook, she plopped it back down in her lap with a huff of breath and opened it back up to the page she'd been trying to read over before, following the lines as she read them with her finger and furrowing her brow as she read. There was still a good chance that she wouldn't retain any of this information later, but she could at least give it a go. It was better, she thought, than sitting here and glaring at the door or pacing back and forth across the small room just waiting for her could-be-awesome, could-be-terrible new roommate to get open the door. But as a key slipped into the door and she heard it unlock, she couldn't help but look up in apprehension, her hands closing over the sides of her book as she watched the door swing open and waited for her new best friend on campus--or at least that was what the school shrink seemed to hope that this girl would be for her most problematic patient--to step inside, her tongue going dry as she watched and waited. Should she be this nervous? Probably not. But was she? Hell yes. What could she say--she'd had a lot of time to learn to hate change, and that was all she knew how to do.

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dinah rose tenniel
 Posted: Apr 3 2017, 03:52 PM
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Vibrant green eyes peeked up through mascara-darkened lashes as the small moving van pulled up in front of the university residence's entrance, the young woman in the back seat positively wiggling with excitement. Dinah had been looking forward to this date ever since it had been set in stone, counting down the days, hours and minutes until she would be moving to the university campus. Don't get her wrong of course, Haven Hill had been absolutely wonderful! Everyone there was so friendly and they'd done a magnificent job of helping her find her footing in this new world, as this new species, and she would be forever grateful to them for that. But after registering for courses at the university, she'd quickly discovered that living on campus - and actually having access to the complimentary design studio her course had to offer - would be much more convenient.

Surprisingly, she hadn't had to wait long for her request to move into a dorm to be filled. It appeared that another student was leaving, and there was an opening for her to move in for the start of the new semester after winter break. She hadn't been told much about her new roommate - possibly new best friend!? - just that it might take a bit for her to warm up to the idea of change, which Dinah could understand. Not everyone had the same mindset as she did. Dinah was a creature of curiosity, always thirsty for new experiences and ready to embrace change. Felines were an adaptable species, after all.

Whomever her new roommate was, Dinah was more than ready to meet her and set them on the path to becoming fast friends. Stepping out of the van, the petite redhead stepped around to the back, where the volunteer movers from Haven Hill were talking to a boy who appeared to be a volunteer from the university. She skipped forward and greeted the young man with a cheery smile.

"Hello there! I'm Dinah Tenniel, moving into the dormitories today. Does that adorable little neon vest mean you'll be helping us?" The boy blushed.

"Uh, y-yes, I have your room assignment. Y-you'll be in room 323 with Riley Anderson." He dropped the keys into her hand.

Riley was a pretty name. The faculty had only mentioned her roommate's last name previously, referring to her as 'Miss Anderson'. Riley sounded much nicer. "Wonderful! Thank you... I didn't catch your name, dear." The boy grew ever more flustered and tried to mumble out what sounded like 'Mathew' but could have been 'Patrick'. She really wasn't sure, and just as she was about to ask for clarification, he shuffled off in a hurry to help the next arrival. With a sigh and a shrug, Dinah turned to her lovely helpers.

"Is it alright if I head up to the room first? I don't want to just barge in with all my things right away." They nodded, and she gave them both a grateful grin before marching her way up to the third floor of the residence building she'd been assigned. There were multiple residence buildings on this campus, as big as it was, but this one was conveniently closest to her course's classroom and studio buildings. Dainty feet stepped lightly up the staircase, excitement growing rapidly as her heart began to beat against her chest. It was terribly thrilling, meeting someone for the first time - especially when they would be your roommate for the foreseeable future, the person you'd spend the majority of your time with. She'd be lying if she said that, in amongst her excitement, there wasn't a slight twinge of nerves and fear. She simply chose to focus on the positive.

Coming to a stop in front of the door, Dinah readjusted her dress before she inserted the key into the lock. Breathe in. Turn, click. Breathe out.

With only the gentlest push, the door swung slowly open and Dinah poked her head into the room, taking a few steps in gingerly. Her gaze immediately fell upon the other body in the room, hunched over a book on the floor, eyes fixed in her direction. She took a few more steps in and offered a warm, friendly, excited grin. Tossing her satchel onto the empty bed on what she assumed would be her side of the room, Dinah closed the distance between her and Riley and reached out, grabbing her roommate's hands and pulling her up into an embrace. "You must be Riley! It's so lovely to finally meet you! I'm Dinah, your new roommate." Pulling, back, Dinah chuckled. "Of course, how else would I have a key." Taking a few steps back, she released a breath and gave Riley's arms a squeeze.

"You really are quite lovely you know," said the ginger with a wink and a chuckle, before moving to take a seat on her empty bed, emerald gaze surveying her new room. "Cozy, isn't it?"

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riley kaitlyn anderson
 Posted: Jun 1 2017, 09:19 AM
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Staring down at the open page of her text book with wide eyes as she threw all of her efforts into focusing on the words laid out before her, Riley could feel her focus slipping away from her at every turn, even as she traced the tip of her finger along the page to keep track of where she was. Groaning, she hunched her shoulders and leaned down closer to the book, continuing to force her eyes to focus and follow the words even as her annoyance with the assignment grew. When was she ever going to need to know any of this crap out in the real world, anyway? It wasn't as if she was smart enough to go out there and become a biologist, and besides, that sounded like one of the most boring jobs she'd ever heard of anyway. Sitting around studying the ways that cells split apart and multiply, watching plants grow to understand how they thrive and what environments they are better suited to, writing essay after essay in the hopes that someone will give a damn and take the time out of their day to read twelve pages of nothing more than a load of science jargon thrown on a page that no one will really understand unless they've written an identical essay... She didn't even like studying and doing research and writing essays here at school for a grade, so why would she want to go out into the world and continue to do all of those same things without a bright and shiny diploma waiting for her at the end of the line. No, thanks. She would rather do just about anything else. Except for work as a party clown, or a maid...or with kids. Not that she had anything against the tinier masses individually, but it had been a long time since she had clicked well with kids and their loud laughter and demanding screams and turbulent temper tantrums...

Shaking her head with a sigh to try and push away her inner monologue on the noisiness of tiny humans, she reread the same sentence again, looking over each part of it slowly in the hopes that that would make the information sink in, and reminded herself of what she would have to put up with if she decided to go with her newest urges and chuck her text book across the room to the empty side that Dana had abandoned and left open for some total stranger to come and take over in her absence. Ms. Frazer wanted to see her start improving with time, wanted to see that she could function as a part of society--even if that society was just the social life at San Francisco State--wanted to see that she was committed to her own recovery and that she had no intention of giving up or of relapsing and going back to her more rage-driven days from when she'd first made it to San Francisco through the portal. She would not be happy to hear that her patient had thrown a book with all of her strength across the length of her dorm room just before the new roommate had arrived, proving that she was very and truly unhinged. Frowning, she turned the page of her book, knowing that she would more than likely not retain any of the information she had just read through but grateful at least that she had been able to use her homework readings as a king of distraction from her worries over her new roommate, regardless of the flimsiness of that distraction.

Glancing through her peripheral to the alarm clock situated beside her bed, she wondered at how much longer it was going to be before her new roommate got here. She knew that there must have been more than one new student transferring in from other schools for the new semester, but she still couldn't help but wonder what was up with the snail's pace the room assignments seemed to be taking. Sighing, she shook her head and turned away from the clock, trying to be as patient and as optimistic as she could be, but really, who was she kidding? For all she knew, this could end up to be a horrible disaster, and knowing her luck in recent years, it would be. This new girl could be a total nutjob who set fires to feel joy, or a primadonna popular girl who judged her for everything from her clothes to her hairstyle, or another angry loner just like her who she would butt heads and fight with at every turn. Really, there were few scenarios that played out in her head that led to this new roommate situation going well, and while she would never tell the new girl that for fear of showing her weakness and would never, ever tell Ms. Broccoli-Breath Frazer, it was still a very real fear that left her heart racing and her palms sweating as she heard a key finally slide and click into place in the lock. Shit. She was here. This was it--the moment she'd been waiting for and dreading all day. Watching the door closely, her shoulders still hunched and her finger still poised above the last word she'd been trying and failing to read, she examined the red-haired girl who entered the room closely--the way she poked her head into the room before treading carefully inside and meeting her eye.

The grin she was met with was more excited than she'd been anticipating, and as such, all she could do was stare with wide eyes as the tiny ginger tore her bag off of her shoulder, tossed it onto her new bed, and made a bee-line straight for her. Oh, God, no, she couldn't be, could she? The other girl grabbed at her hands and pulled her up from her seated position before dragging her into a warm embrace, and Riley tensed immediately at the sensation. She was a hugger. Of course she was a hugger, and she seemed to be just as perky as Dana had been the day they first met. Please, Please don't be a cheerleader," she thought again, stiffly folding her arms to pat the other girl's back as she introduced herself. Dinah. Of course she would end up replacing a Dana with a Dinah--it was ironic enough she could almost laugh. Almost. But she wasn't much for humor anymore these days, not like she used to be...just like she wasn't much for hugging, even though she once upon a time had loved that contact. "Dinah...right," she murmured, still a little disoriented as Dinah pulled away from the hug and gave her arms a squeeze. What even was going on here? "Uh, yeah...I'm Riley." Duh, Riles, she obviously already knew that, so stop stumbling all over yourself and chill out, already. This was embarrassing.

Arching a brow at the other girl's compliment, she glanced down at her sweatshirt and jeans and frowned. Yuck, there was no way this girl actually thought she was lovely right now. Personality or looks. "Yeah, sure. Welcome to good ol' 323, I guess...s'not all that special, but it is what it is." Plopping back down on her own bed with her previously discarded Biology book, she surveyed the other girl for a long minute, tilting her head slightly to one side. Ms. Frazer said that simple small talk would be the easiest way for them to get to know one another in the beginning, so it was at least worth a shot, right? Who knew, maybe she'd be able to find out early on if her new roommie-miss-sunshine was a psychopath or not. "So, what made you decide to move into the dorms? Easier to get to classes on time or something?"

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