(This is my first time!
)Arrived maybe a few hours ago and had been given a solid schedule to review by the end of the unpacking day. What with given the chance to find out what is on the island, the day being free for arrivals, she heads for the dorms. Familiarizing herself was on top of the list of duties today, wouldn't be a good idea to ironicly find yourself lost in front of someone's door, knocking to ask for directions, and impressing the school with a doorknobed blockhead. Experienced it before, not happening again, and will be remedied for the rest of the island when that chance occures.
Wind blowing outside loudly while the air-conditioner cools off those inside the halls filled with door, after door, after door of digitized lockers silently standing by the walking student on either side. She wonders who's they belong to, swim team, book cluber, teacher's secret stash, or an empty that would end up being her's one day. Not too sure of that, seeing many people already ahead booking their gear into rooms rather than lockers. It wouldn't surprise her if these yellow stained lockers were meant for appearances sake than use.
Speaking of the sake of appearances, her new uniform absolutely, "God help me...." Looking down at herself, without the help of a mirror, has eyes bulging at the hem of her dress down to the wimsical long socks stranded in a pool around her ankles. "Who designed this anyways?" There was a signia on the front of her coat, which is held thrown up in a whip in her hands with the emblem atop before tossed back over under her left.
"Don't mind the color but it doesn't suit me at all, does it?"
"Not really. Could use earth."
"Ya'don't say... Shhh," her hushed conversation with herself pauses at the blonde and brunette passing her gentle coat arm. Nodding in their passing direction, she grins at their behinds for a moment before resumeing to ask herself what the hell is she in for this coming fall schedule.
"White floor," a few minutes later, this random statement piques her interest. "Any reason why it is so smooth and white?"
"What are you talking about? It is kempt by their diligence to keep their appearances."
"It is strange to me. Even when remodeling a store, there is going to be a scuff mark somewhere, and yet'ya see'dat. You?" She looks off to the side, at an empty space by one of the hallways leading to another segement of the dormitories, but instinctivly acting as if there is someone she intently looks upon for answers. Perhaps? "Hello? I asked'ya if there was anything that you find strange about it too... Um... Hey, I know you are me but you can at least talk back, right?" Blinking, shaking her head in dismay, and walking on to a best location of discussion. A room.
Without thinking about where her hands are going, hooks deft fingers down into the waist ring in substitute for pockets, and stares at the solid ground for an hour of walking. Eventually, the room that appears on a sheet of paper is produced into the palm of her hand after pulling it from the pronge spot of her coat's chest pocket. Reading it to herself and tucking it away, taking a look back the way she came down the lit hallway, leaving her gaze there for a good while to take into account what direction the numbers fall to when at her destination, her room.
A key clicks into the crack of the knob. Her hand reaches out to push open the door while leaning her head in for a peek. Inside is plenty of space for perhaps two or three others, if the beds had not been properly associated to the four corners of the walls, it could. Though, sleeping on the floor would not be a first for her.
"Stop thinking about that. No men around anymore. Remember to be Lady-like in the presence of teachers now. You know it. They expect the best appearances daily."
"You don't know that. Teachers are wussies, anyways. Law forbids them to really do anything, anymore. Dad told'ya that how long ago? Mom even'greed to it. Spanking is a no, phys-ed is too tough, and sometime in the future they will ban sports out-right."
"Parents overly protective of their children make that discision, not teachers," the alternate her speaks out while grinning wickedly at a mirror inside, getting a good look at herself, and swaying her hips around to watch the frills of her dress wave back at her reflection.
"Dammit! Stop that," her hands cascades the dress to the floor immediatly and walks out of them to sit on the bed nearby in her underware. Before she knows it, laid back and arms out, the fingers entwined with the corners of a fluffy white pillow, her eyes stray to the door still hanging ajar. Her eyes scan over the silvery white doorknob, over the pane of natural life the door drawn when once a tree in lateral wooden patterns, up the symetrical angles of the frame's edge, and out into the void of the lightened up hall.
"Somebody goin' see youuu. Som..." a hand claps herself across the face, leaving a red mark, and glaring at the door with a little bit of fury.
"Shut it for now," taking a deep breath, she slides off the edge of this bed, and lays her butt down on the floor. A heel drags the skirt across the colorful rugged floor to her crotch. Snatched up from the snatch and skirted back up her pearly white legs. "C'mon, get up. More walking involved."
The floor seemed a nice place to leave her other things brought into the room with her. A luggage bag with sorts of remedies to pass the time, such as; books, a recorder, little tissue packs, and other little things. With that aside, there is also the suitbags filled with hung up outfits for future events, meets, and drills. She will have to attend all appearing with those fitted.
An index is read off down the list of classes and appointements to make for end summer while walking down the hall, her room currently faded in the background of other catagorized rooms, and heading in a direction opposing her previous destination. The facing eyes droop to boredom while her shoulders agree in a sag to her slow pace down the hall, counting a second hour of just walking and the sights to be seen written on plaques on dorm doors. Partially, she neglects practicing caution of looking in front of herself while heading into a cluster of students back from the outdoors.
"You hear'em?" The alternate gives a nodded chin flick in the direciton of the girls.
"Yeah, they'll move out'ah the way," she assumes the moment her nose stuck in the schedule scribbling away at a date colliding blindly on.