ooc: Saphira and I are friends and we were chatting over why. Here are some possible reasons:
Drowned in the Titanic (Saphira's)
Was captured by sweet little old ladies (mine)
Was captured by the evil pink bunnies (Saphira's. I said evil pink dustbunnies.)
Was stuck in a lift with no one but a mass murderer and his/her gang (mine)
etc. etc. etc.
ooc: Ye like being up high? I detest heights. If I look down... I get dizzy... and I'm scared of that zero gravity feeling, like I said. But the view is very nice. My mother tried to get me to sit on the edge of a window in the observatory on the lovely Centrepoint Tower (Shopping, nice food, tourist shopping, fun view) because my little brother did, and the moment I did that, I had to sit on a lounge in the centre of the building until we went down because I got freaked out. And then the lady there said it swayed up to 1m on very windy days. I nearly threw up.
ooc: Update: Rudy told me he can't do this rp at least for the moment. so the dustbunnies didn't get their feast XD :( j/k
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Rachel was awed by the sight. Although the rooms were virtually empty, except for dust (she made a mental note to keep her asthma puffer in her pocket [ooc: it's true, I really do have asthma]), they were huge.
She selected her room, and to make sure the other roommates, including the mysteriously-missing Rudy (ooc: I think he forgot to come here o.O), didn't get there first, she started unpacking.
Finally, she sat down and stared through the rain-spattered window. It wasn't Sydney; it wasn't Australia. It was New York City; but somehow, although American and not Australian, Rachel liked it - at least in the rain, anyway.
She wondered vaguely where everyone else was. She'd guessed Max had wandered off, probably to get wet up on the top of the roof in the rain, and that the rest were coming, but really, they should have arrived by now. She felt slightly guilty about Sara, but reminded herself that she really couldn't have stopped it from happening, and anyway, Max was the one paying.
After a while, she walked downstairs and out onto the front lawn. The rain was still falling, and she liked the feeling of it against her skin. She just sat there for ages, watching the world go by.
After a while, the sky became darker and it was slowly setting into night. There were no stars, or moon, in this weather.
Rachel reluctantly walked inside as she became colder, and began writing letters to her family. Once she was done, she put them in her pocket and read a book peacefully, until she was exhausted from jet lag.
"Right now," she yawned, "I'd be waking up. I'll go and get some sleep."