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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 14:30:31 GMT -5
Callie hated the fact that this year, everyone go a new dorm room. At the last minute, she had to repack everything from her old room in Billings, and move to a new one. She had to get a new roomate and everything. Normally, Tinsley was the one to bitch about things like that, but for some reason Tinsley didn't mind, while Callie was attempting to do everything possible to get her old room back.
As Callie walked into her new dorm, seeing her roomate hadn't arrived yet, Callie threw the first seven bags onto the bed by the window, claming it as hers. I wonder if there's enough closet space... Callie thought, her eyes trailing to the huge walk in closet.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 19, 2008 14:37:28 GMT -5
Marie strutted down the hall, into her new dorm. She didn't really care about the new dorm arrangments, as long as her roomie didn't care if she had... visitors.
She had her bags in her arms, yet still managed to look gorgeous. Opening the door, she entered the dorm. Her new room mate, a brunette girl, had already claimed the bad near the window. Not caring, Marie dropped her things on the other bed. Without looking up at her new roomie, she smirked.
"I hope you don't mind if I have the occaisional... erm... visitor," she told the girl in a bored tone, looking up at her. She tended to have guys come 'visit' her often, and she didn't want her new room mate to have a cow if she was kicked out every once in a while.
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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 14:44:18 GMT -5
Callie gave her new roomate a once over. She was pretty, but Callie could tell she was slutty. Callie thought back to the introduction assembly, and thought that her new roomate was a year behind her. "Whatever. I'm Callie," Callie said, sitting on her bed, crossing her legs.
Callie wasn't stupid, she knew that this girl would get on her nerves. Oh God, if Tinsley meets this girl, Tins would probably trash talk her from now until graduation. Probably even longer, Callie thought, chewing her pinkie's nail. She sighed, missing her old roomate, Brett. Even though Brett was known to date more than one guy at a time, she still wasn't a slut like whatever her name is.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 19, 2008 14:51:32 GMT -5
Marie put on a smile, even though she knew this girl didn't like her. She didn't care wether the chick liked her or not. She wasn't at school to make friends. She was there to build a future, while screwing around a bit.
"Marie." She didn't bother to get into a big introduction. This girl didn't care who she was, and Marie didn't care who Callie, as she said her name was, was.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, alerting her of a text message. It was from a guy she knew. He wanted to know what she was doing tomorrow night. She grinned, rolling her eyes, telling him to meet her at her new dorm, Room 109, at 5 pm tomorrow, sharp.
"Hope you don't mind leaving at around five-ish tomorrow. I've got some buisness to take care of," she told Callie, though she knew Callie probably knew what she was going to be doing.
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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 14:57:04 GMT -5
"Buisness. Right," Callie said, carefully. "Well, I have cheerleading pratice then, so I'll be back around seven?" She said, making sure Marie and her boytoy wouldn't be doing anything Callie didn't want to see when she needed to do her homework.
Callie sighed, and started pulling random things out of her bag. The first thing she got out was her guitar, and Callie gave a small smile at her guitar. She rarely played it anymore, and sometimes she missed just sitting down and playing it every now and again. She said it against the wall, hoping Marie and whoever she brought over to the room wouldn't bother it. After all, that old guitar was one of the most special things she'd ever had.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 19, 2008 14:59:45 GMT -5
Marie nodded.
"That's fine. Thanks. And don't worry, I don't keep my associates over longer than two hours," she winked at Callie before going back to her things. See, she could be nice.... when she wanted to be.
"Do you think there's enough closet space?" she asked, examining the small room. She watched as Callie put her guitar against the wall delicatly. "Nice guitar."
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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 15:05:30 GMT -5
Callie jerked out of her clouded thought when Marie mentioned her guitar. "Um, yeah. And as for closet space? I don't know. There's always the dressers," Callie said, pointing to the dresser that seperated the girl's beds, and then to the one against the wall near Marie's bed.
Callie then remembered her old ceader trunk, that was supposed to be delivered soon. After she got her trunk, she would have everything she needed for the year, and them some. If Callie ran out of room to put things in, she could always shove the things in her trunk of in a box underneath her bed. Callie pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked around the room, trying to figure out how they would rearrange it to make it look better.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 19, 2008 15:10:28 GMT -5
Marie pushed everything to the end of her bed and flopped down on the empty space, laying on her back as she stared at the ceiling.
"You a virgin?" she asked Callie randomly, propping herself up on her elbows so that she could watch her tidy up her part of the room. This was a weird question to ask, but she figured it would be weird for her to have a roomie banging every guy at the school while she hadn't banged even one. "You could probably bang a few guys if you wanted to. I know a few guys, I could hook you up." It may have sounded creepy, but this was her version of being generous.
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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 15:15:32 GMT -5
Callie tried not to giggle at Marie's offer. "One, I'm not, and two, no thank you," Callie said, putting some of her bags in the closet, deciding to unpack her clothes later, knowing that would be a hell of a chore to do.
Callie then decided to open the window. As she moved the curtain back, she coughed as a wave of dust hit her face. Okay, so this room isn't exactly the cleanest room, but whatever, Callie thought, trying to get the top latch. Grabbing a desk chair, she stood on it, hoping that it wouldn't collapse underneath her weight.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 19, 2008 15:19:48 GMT -5
Marie shrugged, looking around the room boredly.
"Your loss, then. Some of the guys here really know what they're doing," she smirked, listing off a few good ones in her head.
She watched absent-mindly as Callie got up on a chair to open the dirty window. She struggled a bit.
"Don't fall," Marie said, sarcasum hinting in her voice.
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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 15:29:10 GMT -5
I ought to hit you with the damn chair, Callie thought, rolling her eyes. "Oh don't worry, I won't," Callie said, faking a cheery tone, and plastering a fake smile on her face. And if I do fall, I'll make sure the freaking chair hits you! Callie thought, considering the idea.
After opening the window to get some fresh air, Callie stepped off the chair and put it back in it's original place. Realizing she still had dark dust on her face she walked into the meduim-sized bathroom to wash her face.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 19, 2008 15:36:12 GMT -5
Marie knew Callie was thinking angry thought about her, but of course she didn't care.
She watched as Callie got down from the chair after opening the window, and couldn't help but burst into giggles at the dust all over her face. She continued to giggle as Callie ran to the bathroom to clean it off.
She wanted to think of a good nickname for Callie, now that she had something against her, but she couldn't think of anything at that moment.
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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 15:42:50 GMT -5
Greaaat. Now she's gonna call me Dust Mop or something equally retarted, Callie thought, hearing Marie giggling. Callie grabbed her makeup bag and put on some more mascara and lip gloss, hoping the rest of her makeup hadn't washed off completely.
Walking out of the bathroom, Callie said "That. Never. Leaves this room." Callie couldn't imagine if the whole school started calling her some dumb nickname. She'd have to move out of the state. Or maybe even out of the country.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 19, 2008 15:47:57 GMT -5
"Okay, Dusty," Marie rolled her eyes, grabbing a magazine from her bag and flipping boredly through it.
"Oh, and even if you're still a dumb old virgin, you got a boyfriend?" she asked, acting as if she really didn't care. She was interesting, always wanting to know about other people. But she'd flip if someone found out to much about herself.
"I myself don't go for relationships. One night stands, no strings attached. That's me."
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Post by Julianne Lyons on Aug 19, 2008 15:52:56 GMT -5
"Nada. Seen just about everyone here. No one too interesting anymore," Callie said picking up her cell phone, noticing she had like, seven new texts and two voicemails. Seeing that Tinsley was wanting something, and Brett was mad at her sister, she rolled her eyes. Nothing new there, Callie thought, scanning over each message.
Tossing her phone onto her nightstand, she turned to face Marie. "Tell me about yourself. We're stuck with eachother for the next year, and you seem...interesting." Callie said, wanting to make sure her new roomate wasn't a bank robber or whatever.
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