| Title: So I'm your new roommate. Time: Thursday, April 8, 2004 and Saturday, April 10, 2004 The Thespians: Serah Tolwyn and Pascal Curio Location: Girls' Dormitories - Black Hole Dorm Room |
+---[ Girls' Dormitories - Black Hole Dorm Room ]----------------------------+ | | | The room is simple in its design and layout. The walls are covered in dark | | wooden panels, while the floor's tone is a rich evergreen matching the | | color of the bedspreads. The ceiling is the most impressive sight, with a | | swirl of stars on black when the lights turn out as they are sucked | | downwards into what is obviously the black hole's center. One could | | imagine that they might get lost in the seemingly endless spiral just by | | looking. Spread out through the dorm room are the children's beds, | | arranged so that a cherry wood dresser and a desk accompanies each of | | them. Iron-wrought torch holders have been posted periodically about the | | walls as well, to provide flickering light whenever it is needed. Dark | | evergreen comforters with gold piping, and two pillows with similar | | decoration cover all of the bunks. | | | +-[ Dormitory Owners: ]------------------------------------------------------+ | Serah Tolwyn[9] | | Pascal Curio[10] | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Oh, how /good/ it was to have possession of one's own body again! Pascal Curio has been strangely nice for the past few days surrounding the beginning of May, but nice according to her standards meant less hexing and more sarcasm, really. Her black cat, Samson comes darting into the dormroom first, bee-lining it straight for his little 'bed', and a few minutes later, Pascal comes into the door, a faint smile upon her face as she literally /waltzes/ to her own part of the dorm, sitting down at her desk with as much grace as she can muster. The red pen atop her desk is quickly snatched up, and she pulls out a sheet of paper from the pile, pausing only to think before she sets the pen to the paper. And so she sits, poised to write. |
| ...And so sits Serah Tolwyn, shocked silent on the corner of her bed, opposite Pascal's. /Pascal's/. She'd wondered /so/ who her new roommate was. That it should be Miss Curio is... well. Actually she's a trifle puzzled how she should feel about it. Too early to say, perhaps? She folds her book closed and lays it aside, scooting out from the corner. "Uhm, hi, Pascal." |
| Just as the pen in Pascal's hand hits the paper, she jerks right back up at the mention of her name. She'd actually been so preoccupied with getting back to her dorm, /her/ dorm, that she didn't even look around to see if there was anyone else there. Her green eyes flicker rather casually over Serah, and she barely lets her gaze linger. The face looked familiar, but right away her mind clues in that it was probably /Elijah/ that did the introducing. Great. So Pascal lets a rather tight-lipped smile spread over her face, and she gives a curt nod in Serah's direction, then turns back to her paper. "Didn't realize there was someone else in here," she comments casually. |
| Serah Tolwyn considers that a neutral statement. She /was/ being pretty quiet, and it is a fairly dark room, so. "Sorry to startle you..." she trails off briefly, fidgeting with the binding of her book. "Uh... do you know if anyone else is moving in here?" |
| "You didn't startle me," Pascal continues in that cool manner of hers, there being a frantic pen-on-paper noise that mingles with her voice as she speaks and writes all at the same time. She doesn't even look up at Serah, and just continues on, trying to keep the rude edge out of her voice. It's a good thing she's in an okay mood. "Wouldn't know if anyone else was moving in," the writing stops and she taps the pen against her cheek, looking up for a split second, and then down again. The writing resumes again, the scratching noises slightly louder. "Wouldn't really care. As long as she stays to her side of the dorm." |
| Serah Tolwyn retrieves her book from beside her clutches it, briefly. Not so much of a warm reception. Which seems strange, really to her, because Pascal had been actually rather nice before. "Well... your side is a lot bigger if there's only one other person in the room," she observes. "But, if you don't know, I guess you don't." |
| Oh, poor Serah. If only you knew, but qPascal's not telling. She continues to scribble rather frantically on the paper, and looks up briefly at Serah as she finishes speaking. She pauses and sets her pen down with a curt little *clap* on the top of her desk. Her green eyes scan her half of the room, and then Serah's half of the room. "If you like, you can take the half that was meant for the other girl. I don't really care for that much space." It's said with some civility, but for the most part it sounds a little irritated. |
| "That's...ah, thank you." She thinks. Not as though she has enough stuff to even fill her corner, but it's the thought that counts. And, hey, an extra bed might be useful. But... nevermind. Serah lays her book back down so she can stop looking like she's hiding behind it. "Uh, are you busy with something, there?" |
| "Just writing a letter to the Guardian, is all." And no, not the school's guardian, /Pascal's/ guardian. Pascal picks up the pen sitting on the table and idly twirls it in her fingers, back and forth, back and forth. She turns her chair so that she's facing Serah a little now, and tilts her head to the side inquisitively. She still doesn't know Serah's name, but Pascal isn't really the type to ask. "What're /you/ doing?" |
| Serah Tolwyn shrugs, elaborately. "Pretty much nothing. Had some long lectures today, didn't feel much like thinking." She lifts her book, again, and fishes a bit until she retrieves her page. "I was reading some, when you came in." |
| A feigned smile is splashed over Pascal's face. "What book are you reading?" A pause. "Oh, I hope I wasn't disturbing you in your reading." Another pause and the smile fades. "Because I know how /frustrating/ it can be when someone's disturbing you when you're concentrating on reading. Or writing for that matter." Just a little subtle hint, of course. |
| "No, you we--..." Serah frowns. "Ah. Well. Y'might've said, you know. Sorry." She doesn't look terribly hurt, mostly apologetic, and she scoots back up towards her little corner, with her book. Hide hide. |
| Pascal quirks an eyebrow up and stares at Serah rather intently while the other girl attempts to curl into a small ball to hide from Pascal. "What're you apologizing about," she says rather stupidly, her eyes narrowed. She knows exactly what she's saying but she's playing around with Serah's head is all. "Why are you apologizing? I didn't say anything." Which, could be taken relatively. "Unless you want to apologize for me disturbing you while you were reading." Roll of the eyes. |
| "Ah, weren't, weren't you writing a letter? Or something?" Serah attempts as deadpan an attitude as Pascal. "To, like, a guardian?" Determinedly she stares Pascal down, over the top of her book. |
| "That's right. To my godfather. Who, coincidentally, is the biggest jackass in the entire world." Pascal flashes Serah a rather sardonic grin as she says this, and she props an ankle up on one knee, letting the other hang off to the side. She coughs lightly and gives a shrug. "So what book are you reading?" |
| Serah Tolwyn can identify with that, actually, assuming she'd ever get a chance. "It's, ahh, 'Yendi'. Steven Brust. Some fantasy stuff." Which might seem kinda silly, given who they are, but fantasy is fantasy." |
| "What, no history homework today? No, scribbling on the edge of your paper until your pen leaks onto your clothes?" Pascal's just joking of course, but does it surprise Serah that she still remembers? Her tone grows a little darker, reverting back from its light jesting one and she looks at the book in Serah's hand, a rather disbelieving look on her face. "They actually let you /read/ that sort of stuff here? Was it written by a Muggle?" She doesn't actually have a preference in that sort of thing, but it was a necessary question. |
| "I almost wish I had some. Today's been so boring..." She appears unmoved by the amazement at her choice of literature. "They've never stopped me. You think they would? I don't see anything wrong with muggle /books/." Serah isn't the best source on that score, though, mind. |
| "There's nothing wrong with Muggle books," Pascal says, slightly disgusted as she turns her chair back to face her desk. "They've vastly exaggerated the wizarding world though, especially the few that the Ministry haven't tracked down and obliviated yet. Please." She shakes her head and the pen touches the paper yet again. She continues scribbling and talking all at the same time. "I prefer to stay away from them myself though, thanks." Not that she does much fictional reading anyway. |
| Serah Tolwyn shrugs, again. "To each her own, I guess." Aha. Writing again. Best to leave her alone, then, since it bothered her so much last time she got distracted. She takes this opportunity to lapse into silence, and return to her book. |
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