Roslein was sitting on her bed anxiously, legs crossing and uncrossing before her. She was dressed in a neat, crisply ironed pale blue dress that fell to her feet and came to her chin, patternless and quite appropriate. The sleeves came to her wrists where they hung loose, covering half of her small hands. Freshly washed, her damp black hair clung to her pale neck and refused to be sorted into any sort of attractive style despite the brushing and styling products she tried on it. Her small, pale feet were bare, and scraped the carpet when she swung her legs. Her face bore small traces of makeup, bearing the sort of effect that is the result of only copious amounts of time and expensive brushes. While her ears were unpierced, she wore a pair of quite convincing clip-ons, gold with small blue stones.

So much primping had been done for a girl she had never met before. Taped to her door when she had returned after class was a memo from the office, indicating that she had been assigned a roommate by the name of Naomi....Naomi something, she wasn't quite sure of the woman's last name. Earlier, she couldn't remember when, Roslein had wished for a roommate to talk to and be friends with....perhaps even to share marshmallows with, if her new roommate were nice. Marshmallows...she didn't know why, but thinking the word unleashed a small tendril of fear in her mind. Why was that? She had no idea; probably just tiredness showing itself. It was getting somewhat late.

Shaking off unexplainable notions, Roslein began to fantasize about what her new roomie might be like. As she didn't know anything about the other girl besides her name, she was free to imagine her as a sweet little redhead with alluring green eyes, liberated and quite sensual. The thought brought a blush to her cheeks. How could she think such things about another girl? Maybe her friends were right; in a place like this, almost entirely sealed off from male persons of their own age, it would be entirely reasonable for the students to seek love among their fellow classmates. Again...just like jail. Not that anything had happened to Roslein there; in fact, she hadn't seen even the smallest sign of any such goings-on. Maybe Hollywood exaggerated as much about All-girl Schools as it did about prison. Or maybe she was just lucky.

Rubbing her hand over the smooth dark blue bedspread, Roslein guiltily realized that the close living quarters would probably make masturbating a little tricky to pull off consistently, unless her new live-in was a very heavy sleeper. Then again, there was always the bathroom. But that had never worked very well for her; she preferred to recline softly on a cushioned bed, warm and soft, as she gently ran her hands over her body. Sitting over a cold toilet nervously rubbing at herself was nowhere near as good. Perhaps she was worrying for nothing; most people really were heavy sleepers most of the time. Still feeling guilty, she crossed and uncrossed her legs again, feeling a slight dampness soaking her casual white cotton underwear. Hopefully, Naomi would show up soon so this torment could end.

It had only taken Naomi a single day before she had gotten kicked out of the room assigned to. She had gotten into a big argument with the girl she was living with when they were talking. She didn’t quite remember what the disagreement was, but it had something to do with privacy. Apparently the other girl didn’t like her coming in without knocking and since she wouldn’t stop she started messing up the room. That later on moved to an argument of some sort. She couldn’t remember it exactly, but it had something to do with that. She just shrugged and didn’t make a fuss when the other girl pulled some strings and got her kicked. It didn’t bother her-- the room smelt funny anyway.

She here she was heading down the hallway towards her new room. Maybe she’d get lucky and get a girl she could get along with. Once she found the number on the door she placed her doorknob, but before turning it she sighed. Maybe she could try to get along this time. She gave a knock of warning with her hand before opening up the door to stare down at Roslein. She closed the door behind her wordlessly as she continued to stare. She paused, slowly looking the girl over. She then gave a crooked grin. She was gorgeous.

She herself was dressed in a black tank-top that was tight on her chest but a bit looser on her flat stomach. On it were red, shiny letters that spelt out flirt. Her brown with blonde highlighted hair had been straightened and was hanging down past her shoulders. She wore a black with red plaid skirt with black and red striped socks that went up to her knees Needless to say she had a bit of a theme going on. The ensemble didn’t look too bad together, although in this school it almost felt like too much.

“Hey,” she greeted, “I’m Naomi your new roomie.” She said before moving out of her spot by the door towards the bed she wasn’t sitting on. She sat down her heavy suitcase and jumped down onto the bed. She sprawled herself out on it before turning some to face Roslein. “So, you have a name?”

Her filthy musings were interrupted by a solid knock on the door and its opening. Straightening up rapidly, almost jumping to her feet, Roslein was filled with excessive amounts of excitement. So would begin a great friendship, or so she hoped. And what a girl! Her eyes soaked up the girl's elegant curves, generous chest, and long dirty blonde hair. In that little outfit, especially the plaid skirt and adorable little socks, she looked almost like a porn star in some movie about naughty schoolgirls getting punished and eventually pumped with ejaculate by their professors, tentacle monsters, or tentacle monsters posing as professors. What a smile! Quirky, interesting. If Roslein was not very much mistaken, it almost seemed that Naomi was checking her out as well. The thought made her feel like giggling; check her out? Nonsense, nobody would be checking her out.

"I....they told me your name, fraulein Naomi." Standing, she held out her hand in an ingrained gesture, quickly putting it down when she realized how very dorky it was, if polite. "My name is Roslein. I'm glad to finally have someone here...the loneliness was killing me." Even if she had only been here....she glanced at the wall calender....one day. "Love your outfit, by the way. Very naughty schoolgirl." The informal garb reminded her of just how formal her own attire was. She must seem like a terrible loser to such a lovely and, well, cool young woman. What was she going to do? Play it cool, she insisted to herself. Losing it would make her look even worse.

"So, what's your story? Everyone I've talked to has had one, and they all seem to involve dead parents and petty theft." Shrugging, she yanked at the hem of her dress. Darn thing was riding up badly for such a demure clothing object, exposing more thigh than was generally considered seemly around strangers. How she wished she could pull on her old ratty pink bathrobe and yank off the fake earrings. Clip-ons felt like being trapped by the ears by the claws of some sadistic lobsters. Roslein felt certain her ears would be swollen for at least two days.

From what the message on the door had said, Naomi was being transferred from another room. Did she have some sort of disagreement with her old roommate? Immediately, she thought of a lover's feud gone sour, with the only solution being for one of them to go to another room. Roslein wanted to ask about it, but felt that it would be unnessesarily prying, considering they had just met. It wasn't her place to pry into other peoples' secrets.

As Roslein began talking to her, she internally frowned. She sounded so kind, cute, and German. Maybe those dirty phrases she learnt in German last year would come in handy, providing that she still remembered them. Anyway, the reason she felt a little bad on the inside was because she didn’t believe the girl belonged here. For her first days here she has decided that this school is far different than any she had seen. She had already been raped by a monster, and when she told the administration of the school they basically told her she was crazy. Naomi was a lot of things, but she was necessarily insane. The people here also seemed bizarre, like they were afraid or something. Roslein seemed like the kid that she’d just leave to go their own way at school instead of bothering them, but she felt like maybe she was the only normal one here.

She let out a small chuckle at the naughty schoolgirl comment. So, she was trying to rebel against the administration now that they’ve pissed her off by wearing the shortest skirts she had, while trying to portray that she was mad at them. It worked so much better when you had the appropriate clothes. Well, she was vain about things like that. In a world based on look you have to fit the look or you get left behind. All the girls here were gorgeously slender, and some of them looked like perfect prey. She was starting to get suspicious of this place. Every normal school had an overweight kid or ten!

When she was asked about her story she cocked her head off to the side lightly. She wasn’t someone who liked to dwell in the past, and honestly she had forgotten the details of it. She would tell her what she knew though. She didn’t believe it was something to hide, or to flaunt.

“Well, Roslein,” she said as if testing it on her lips, “my past isn’t a particularly exciting one. I was the foster kid who no one wanted. I was the bad seed of the bunch. I dealt and used drugs while going over to supposed bad boy houses. They claimed I sold my body too, but that was only in exchange for drugs. A favor for a favor, and I usually knew the guys.” She stopped for a second before smirking, “Oh, and I brought a girl home once. She looked a little like you- proper and whatnot. They thought I was ‘getting better’ until they heard loud moans from my room.” She chuckled at the memory, and shook her head. “Now this is somewhat of the conclusion I guess. I sent here by last resort.”

She inhaled before returning the question, “Your past sweetheart?” She said in a flirty tone, trying to see was her reaction was-- especially by comparing her to her only former girlfriend.

(( may I join in very briefly? Nothing sexual I assure you, I just want to develop one of my monster's disguises/alter-egos a little bit in a setting that makes sense. If not, that's totally okay I'll just find some other time. ))

[ I don't mind. We sort of extended an offer to monsters if they wanted to join in anyway. Something about it bonding the two together-- so if you wanted to do something sexual I don't think we mind. Either or ]

(If he's not going to, I wouldn't mind doing so...)

{Yes, what Naomi said. There's no better way for girls to bond than being tentacle raped together. Well, that's the theory, anyway.}

It seemed that Naomi was another one of the girls with the more depressing stories. A foster kid who had had dealings with drugs, traded favors for drugs, and even...had a relationship with another girl once. Was that simply a rebellious action or something the girl had done because she truly wanted to? It was an odd thought, but the fact that her roomie had done it once, no matter the reason, lended a little hope for the present. While thinking this, her hand twitched slightly, though it was a barely noticeable movement. She looked like Naomi's old lover? Roslein wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or bad. Well, good, if it meant she was her type, but bad if looking at her reminded her of someone she used to love. "I do? Oh, do believe me, I only look proper. And that's only because I wanted to make a good impression."

Sweetheart? It seemed like everyone here was big on the affectionate nicknames, something Roslein didn't quite get. Maybe it was one of those things that would grow on her after time. "My past? Nowhere near as interesting as yours. Mein mutter und I lived in Germany, and my life was pretty normal. My friends were my life. I was always the one they got to smuggle drugs for them when they were going somewhere. I guess it makes sense that I'd get caught a couple times. I told the fuzz they were mine, of course. Did they ever send you to drug abuse therapy? I got a few weeks of that, court-mandated. I guess it's not as bad if you've actually done the drugs everyone's saying you need to get help for, but having to sit there and pretend I was a pothead because they just thought I needed more help if I told the truth was pretty horrid. And then there was jail....not the best experience of my life, I can assure you. My mom just thought it was a good idea to send me here because she thought things would be just as bad at a normal university."

She left off most of the stuff about being a weak follower and doing everything her friends wanted. Neatly, she tucked one foot behind the other, shielding from view the small tattoo on her ankle. Roslein unclipped her ears, rubbing lightly at the swollen reddish flesh. Last time she would wear clip-ons. Putting the two small objects on her sidetable, she stretched out her arms and yawned quietly. "I guess I made myself bored. Lame story, even to the teller. Sorry." Shivering slightly, she hopped off her bed and crossed the room to the thermostat. Twisting the knob slightly, she turned up the temperature to 80 degrees. "Is 80 okay for you? I always keep it pretty hot in here, even if it is summer." Laughing softly at herself, Roslein returned to her bed and lay down on her stomach, head propped up in her hands so she could look at Naomi.

"So, are you comfortable enough? I could go fetch some more blankets from the closet." Roslein, no matter what she might say, truly was quite proper and polite around others.

Naomi’s eyes occasionally wandered off, not a person who could stare at a person’s face for a long time unless she tried. Her eyes eventually wandered down Roslein’s body, but snapped back up when she heard her voice. She really had to stop looking her over. The similarities between her roomie and ex-girlfriend surprised her. Maybe it was because they both had German in them. After she spoke her first sentence she smirked. So the girl wanted to make a good impression on her. She didn’t know whether that made her warm inside, or what. She wasn’t usually a person who would go out of her way to impress someone that she didn’t know unless she wanted something. Maybe this Roslein did want something, Naomi thought, but it didn’t really matter. She was her room-mate now until she managed to get kicked out again.

While she was talking about her own past Naomi looked at her, not just her face though. One of her hands placed with the top of her sock, but she was listening as intently as she could-- even though that wasn’t much. She confirmed that she grew up in Germany, not that Naomi really needed to have that confirmed. From the story she thought her roomie was just a pretty girl who managed to get involved with the wrong crowd and smuggle drugs for them. Drug abuse therapy, she snorted as soon as she heard it. Yeah, she had been there a couple times but it did nothing for her. Jail even for a bit, but they didn’t keep her in long because it wasn’t doing any good for anyone.

She shook her head when she said her history was boring. It did tell her a lot about who she was going to be rooming with, and a bit of her personality. She hung around with a bunch of druggies who simply used her. Maybe they would be able to get along if she had guessed right. When she started going on about temperature and blankets she shook her head.

“No more blankets for me if it’s going to be hot in here. I don’t mind warmth, but not too much,” she stretch herself out a bit but still remained laying on her side. “Also, if you keep it that hot don’t bitch about me running around here naked.” She sighed softly, another roomie to try to break in. “On the topic of nudity, I might as well talk to you about sex. Should you want to bring a girlfriend back here to fool around I don’t really care all too much unless I want to sleep. Not to mention I might just join in.” She winked at the girl before bringing her knees up to her chest. “Another thing is that it’s very rare for me to knock so you’re going to have to live with that. Oh, no messes either. If you can live by those we should be able to be friends.”

Funny how rapidly they had gotten to the sex talk. And not the fun kind, either. "By all means, go about completely naked. Heck, go about wearing gold tassled pasties with a carrot up your arse if you like. Seriously, you can do that. And for the record, I do not own a video camera." The mental image of Naomi in pasties with a carrot up her arse was disturbing yet faintly amusing to her perverted size. "Though if you can, I can. Sorry if you think my skin looks weird mottled red after I take an unusually long shower with music playing oddly loud in the bathroom and then walk to bed oddly dry except for my thighs." Of course, she was kidding.

"Alright, I'll try not to bring back someone if you're trying to get some shut-eye. And if you do choose to 'join in', as you put it, please make an effort to not upstage me. I can't have every girl I sleep with leaving me after they try you. Oh, and I'm allergic to latex. But I don't know what that has to do with anything. If you bring a girl back....or several girls, as the case may be, I'll probably go out for a rather long walk if you'd like." She nodded at that last bit, wondering just how many walks she would have to go on during Naomi's occupancy. Probably enough to lose about 5 pounds, considering just how lovely the young woman was.

"Okay, I'm fine with you not knocking. I can hear people coming in the hall anyway, unless I'm in the shower, in which case it probably wouldn't matter anyway. Speaking of the shower, try not to use all the hot water. And please don't use the shampoo in the dark green bottle. It's not really shampoo." Her last sentence was rather cryptic, but she let it remain that way. What was in that dark green bottle didn't really matter, anyway. "On Sundays, I get up early for religious services or to watch the sun rise. I'll try not to wake you up." She was somewhat hesitant to admit her occasional omission of church to watch something that happened everyday anyway. Somehow, sunrises were always more beautiful on Sundays.

Roslein thought for a moment. Was there anything else she needed to mention? No, nothing came to mind. Every ground rule had been covered, as far as she knew. "Ignoring all that, I'm glad you're here."

Naomi smiled through all the time Roslein spoke. Sure, sometimes she sounded odd but she was okay with it. She also wanted to argue about the naked thing just for the heck of it, but she decided to just drop it. So they both agreed to follow each others rules. There wouldn’t be too much trouble if they both stuck to their own plans which was good for Naomi. Although she believed that she would get an one person room if she got kicked out again. It didn’t sound like a completely unordinary thing to do, but she occasionally wanted someone to meaninglessly chat with.

“I’m glad too,” she laughed, “you sound much better than my last roomie. Although last time I didn’t quite make everything clear to her.” She shrugged, “oh well, that doesn’t really matter any more.” She uncurled from her position after speaking and stood up. After she was standing she took her suitcase and opened it up. From it she unpacked a candle, a hard covered black book and a vase. She placed them down carefully on her nightstand. She decided to leave clothing until later.

And somehow, she brought herself to wonder what exactly was in the dark green bottle.

Lurp had made his way into the students dorms almost too easily. It was so simple in fact that he had started to get suspiciously paranoid and had pulled himself up and stretched out across an entire hallway wall and had just remained hidden there for a long time.

He was just about to let his paranoia get the better of him and leave when a familiar face came walk by, it was Naomi, the girl from the beach, and seemingly no worst for wear after the little escapade she had suffered at his hands no more than a few days ago. She was apparently on the move as she was dragging a suitcase along with her.

The appearance of an old friend settled him down and he promptly started following her down the halls, sliding his body along the walls and ceilings, completely indistinguishable in texture, look, or smell. When she finally arrived at her room she knocked and went inside. Lurp stretched himself around the doorframe and listened intently inside. He heard the voice of Naomi as well as that of another girl he did not recognize. This was the perfect opportunity for some recon!

He plopped himself down in a heap in the hallway, and darted into an abandoned utility closet down the hall. Once inside he shut the door firmly behind him and started reforming his body.

"Something original yet again, let me think here." he mumbled to himself as he melted his body into the generic human female form. He could copy something perfectly within a few seconds, but when it came to developing something himself...well his artistic creativity wasn't exactly his strong suit, it always took time.

Slowly he started adding details to the body. Firstly he adjusted his size, reducing his height considerably until he was shorter than most of the students he'd seen. Human beings were less threatened by things that were smaller in size. After he was satisfied with his height he worked on his proportions, he tried a variety of sizes before deciding that breasts would probably work the same way and decided on a relatively smaller bust. Hair sprung from his head in perfect waves and he experimented with several styles before settling on long wavy lengths. Looking himself over critically he firmed up and rounded out several parts of his body to give himself a more mature look, "Innocent look - yes, but as the humans put it, jailbait - no."

After he was completely satisfied with his body he started putting the finishing touches on the image. He colored his waist-length hair a deep raven black with a slight sheen. His eyes fluxed slightly and by the time they settled were a deep jade-green hue. Finally he filled in the pigment of his skin a rich light-cream, adding a slight blush to his cheeks for good measure.

"Lurp you're a hot!" He exclaimed as he examined himself with great interest. Then, with a girlish twirl he formed all of his clothing in one quick go. A red wrist length blouse with a geometric cross design on the front that he had seen several students wearing on little chains around their necks. A pair of black hair-bows that held up a portion of his hair in two fetching pig-tails. A black pleated mini-skirt and thigh high black stockings and a pair of black leather shoes.

Stepping out of the utility closet he strode confidently towards the room where Naomi and the other girl were undoubtedly still talking. Reaching towards the doorknob he opened it swiftly and stepped inside.

"Hi~" he intoned in a cheerful sing-song voice. Wow I even sound like a little girl, he thought to himself in surprise. Then he stood there grinning at the two girls in the room. Naomi was evidently already in the process of unpacking but that didn't stop either of from turning and staring at him with a confused look on their faces.

"Right!" Roslein responded, smiling. "I've never had a roommate before....so I didn't really know what to expect." Quietly, she watched as Naomi withdrew three odd objects from her bag and set them out carefully. Why just them? Did they have some sort of personal significance to the young woman? The book might be a Bible....but other than that, she had no idea, and it seemed gauche to just ask. See? Nobody could accuse her of not posessing tact. How much, though, was up for debate.

Hearing a noise from her (and now Naomi's) door, Roslein leapt to her feet. Naomi, she had been expecting, so her arrival was not such a shock. She hadn't been anticipating any other visitors for the rest of the day. What exactly was going on? Looking at the petite young woman standing there smiling widely, she felt her face twist into an expression of sheer confusion. Who was this girl? "Hi.....um, are you looking for someone, sweetie?" Dully, she realized that she had just used one of the personal terms of endearment she had thought that she never used.

"You shouldn't just go into people's rooms without knocking though, little girl." Roslein admonished, still feeling terribly confused. This girl wasn't wearing any part of the school uniform, and honestly looked a little young to be attending a university. Maybe she was some girl's little sister on a visit to the school who had gotten lost on her way to her sibling's dorm room. It could happen.

"Oh I'm sorry! I thought this is where I was supposed to stay. But it looks I was wrong." Lurp responded sadly as he glanced from Naomi to the other girl and back again.

Quickly taking in the setup of the room he giggled nervously as he put one hand quickly behind his head in a classic expression of embarrassment, "Hehe...umm...I kinda lost my room assignment to be honest...so uh...I'm just sorta wandering around hoping I find the right room." An outright lie he knew, but he could also tell that although he had startled the girl with his sudden entrance she was not threatened by him, indeed she already seemed to be returning to a calmed state.

"My name is..." He cut himself off before he said Lurp, than cursed at himself for not thinking of a new name beforehand. Purl wouldn't work, some of the students already knew of the mysterious female bartender down by the beach, he needed another name...and fast.

"Rupi!" He finished. "My name is Rupi, nice to meecha!" He smiled brightly and giggled again.

While the girl's excuse seemed legitimate, the way she was scoping out their room like a thief scoping out escape routes before the big heist was making Roslein a bit suspicious. "It does look like you were wrong. Sorry. If you're trying to find your room, you should go back to the front desk and find out your room number. Why didn't you write it down?" As she thought it out, the little girl's excuse was starting to feel phonier and phonier. Wouldn't someone write out their new room number? And even if they hadn't, was bursting into rooms really a good way to find their new dwelling place? And upon finding that the room was incorrect, would you just stand there grinning and staring? Roslein would probably say a quick sorry and close the door, but then, different people did things different ways.

Even so, she wanted this girl gone. "Nice to meet you, Rupi." She did not offer her name or Naomi's, and did not attach any sort of honorific to the odd girl's name. If you knew Roslein, you would be aware that this was a striking thing for the submissive, polite woman to do. "Now, if that's all, I think you should go find your room. It's getting sort of late, and I think you get in trouble if you're out of your room past curfew." She wasn't quite sure why she wanted Rupi gone so badly. After all, she was just a cute little girl at a new school. Roslein identified with that, so why...?

"A word of advice, though: knock first, even if you think the room is empty. Might save you some embarassment."