Campton College

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"Excuse me, sir, are you lost?" a voice from behind Robyn asked. She snorted and wheeled around to face the man who was talking to her, revealing her feminine features to him. This was nothing new to her. Her preference for boyish clothing and her short hair often made people mistake her for the opposite gender. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Whatever," she said apathetically with a shrug. "I actaully am kind of lost. I need to get my stuff to the dorm. Do you know where it is?"

"I do...just pass through the quad down this way," he told her, obviously a professor from the way he dressed. "What's your room number?"

"112."

"Ah, perfect...first floor of the dorm then. Good luck!" he went on his way.

Robyn scowled after him, miffed that he didn't offer to help her carry her things. She shouldered her bags and carried her surfboard over her head, shading her from the daytime sun. She reached the dorm and walked in, pleasantly suprised at the size.

She heard a voice from the end of the hallway which she guessed contained the bedrooms. She made her way down the hall to find a girl around her age with dark brown hair. She ran a hand through her own hair, spiked a bright, electric blue that day, and bit her lower lip nervously.

"Hey," she said, setting her things down quickly, and extending her hand, cuffed at the wrist with leather wrist bands. "I'm Robyn...mind if I room with you?"
 
"May I help you?" a woman behind a desk asked him as he walked into the dorm directory.

"112," John muttered looking around trying to find some indication of where it was.

"Next building to the left, it's on the first floor, it shouldn't really be hard to find," she said with a smile.

Without so much as a thank you, John backtracked out of the building and walked over to the building that the attendant had directed him too. Running his hand through his black hair, John looked around as he examined the signs point at where a group of dorms were. Headed in the direction that had 112, John ignored anybody asking for help, he didn't need help, so why answer back? Just a waste of time.

"There," John said out loud to himself as he found what he was looking, waiting to see who else went in, to make sure he had the right numbers. He was never really good at remembering numbers and it could have been 122,202,523 for all he knew.
 
Serge walked downed the small corridor to their room.

111
112!

There it is Serge thought and opened the door. Inside he saw that some other people came before him.
"Hi you all" he said as he entered the room. He chose a bed there and went down to get his bagade. When he came up, the bed was still his. He put his things next to the bed, laid down on it and he fell asleep.
 
Rachel jumped as another female entered through the door ?Whoa, geez dude, you nearly gave me a heart attack? She announced, closing the cupboard she had been nosing through before the girl had announced her arrival. She watched as the girl extended her hand and grinned, taking it in her own and shaking it slightly ?No problem dude, just throw your stuff down? She took her hand away from the other and brushed off her black baggy pants that she had decided to wear, the silver chains gave a clang as they hit against one another and it was then Rachel noticed that the girl who had shook her hand just a moment ago had the same sense of style as herself.

?Dude, you surf?!? She yelled over excitedly upon catching sight of the surf board the girl had carried with her ?That?s awesome, perhaps we can catch some waves done the beach sometime, I heard they have some awesome waves down there this time of year? She was ecstatic, she had only just met the girl and was acting as if she had know her her whole life. She ran a hand through the loose strands of hair and re-adjusted the black sunglasses atop her head so that they held the abusing bangs in place ?So, you-?

She was cut of from another voice entering her head; she tilted her head in the direction of the door and heard multiple bangs from just down the hall. She grinned ?Looks like we have another lodger? She announced ?Lets go see, dude!? it seemed as if she did not want to know the other girls name, dude just sufficed for everyone she met?it was a compliment in its own way, she only called those she liked dude.

She walked swiftly down the small hallway, looking into the multiple rooms that were present in till she came upon a room that was occupied by a boy older and taller than herself, but its not like she complained, she knocked heavily on the door and entered the room with out so much as a ?come in?.

?Hey!? She yelled to the boy ?What?s your name, mate?? She asked, placing her hands behind her head and gazing at the boy expectedly, he seemed to be asleep, but its not like she cared, she wanted to know all about everyone she would be living with through the year. Not satisfied that the boy had still not awoken, she looked around from something to throw and found a fresh towel on the rack just next to her. Scrunching it into a ball, she threw it forcefully at the slumbering boy ?Wake up dude, it?s your first day here and you all ready bored?! Geez, you?re gonna be a hoot to live with aren?t ya?

Turning her gaze from the boy she gazed out from the room and caught a glace of a boy looking at the cabin door confusedly ?Um, dude?you OK? You seem a bit?lost?

(OOC- And that folks, is how you bring everyone together, XD)
 
Serge waked up as he felt something was thrown at him. He opened his eyes and saw a girl walking out of the room. He stood up and followed her out of the room.
She stood in the hallway. "Hi, did you throw a towel at me? I was alseep, I know, I had to be on a plane for 10 frigging hours, so I'm a little tired."

He saw that the girl was full of enerhy and that she had a surfboard in her room. "Well, I also tend to surf, my board broke at home, so I wil buy a new one here."
 
"Yeah...that'd be sweet," Robyn agreed with a half-smile. She watched the girl go bouncing out of the room, and looked after her incredulously. Instead of following her, Robyn took to setting up her side of the room, leaning her longboard against the wall by her bed and stowing her bags, bass, and skate board near them. She figured she'd get unpacked later. For the time being, she wanted to spend the rest of the day outside.

Grabbing her longboard skateboard and helmet, she headed for the door, and made her way quietly past her roommates. As soon as she was outside, she let loose, tearing up the pavement, speeding dangerously around curbs, forcing her body to challenge itself. She whizzed by the beach, passed the enormous skate park, taking note of the half-pipe and jumps, and continued to circle around the various academic buildings until she came back to the dorm. She jumped off the board, kicked it upright into her hands, and walked back in, feeling refreshed and more at home.

When she entered the room, a little sweaty, her cheeks rosy, she pulled off her helmet to reveal her electric blue hair matted in several different directions. She ran her hands through it a few times, spiking it back up, and went back to her room to put her board away.

She made her way back to her bedroom, and decided to make her bed. She pulled out her dark red sheets and plaid comforter, tucking everything in very precisely. She pulled out her pillows and threw them on the bed, and flopped down onto it, tossing her purple Converse sneakers from her feet as she did so. She lay there, looking up at the ceiling, the aches in her muscles and bones from her home life slowly fading. She rubbed the scar on the back of her neck absently, a habit she had when she was thoughtful or daydreaming.

Rolling on her side, she let out a sigh, and looked disdainfully at her bags. She stuffed her clothes in her dresser, put the box containing all her wrist bands, biker gloves, and various chains and collars on top of the bureau, along with a few framed photographs of home. She hung up her jackets and sweatshirts in her closet, and threw her enormous Converse sneaker collection in there as well.

Feeling antisocial, Robyn remained htere despite the noise going on in the other room. She pulled out her candy-apple-red Fender bass and began to hammer out some Victor Wooten licks. She chuckled despite herself, thinking everyone would find it odd that this punk rebel was playing jazz. She smirked and continued to play, her fingers flying effortlessly over the fretboard, her thumb slapping aggressively over the strings, her index and middle finger snapping, the combination creating a funky beat. A smile spread over her face.

"Ah...freedom..."
 
:: Ah! So much to catch up with! A long post coming up... ::

Gen stared at the figure of Camton College as he road ever-closer on the ferry. The slight breeeze pleased him and made his hair fly back. That displeased him. But it still did feel very good.

A few minutes later a voice called out " Camton College! Anyone bound for Camton College, get your bags ready. We will be arriving in five minutes. " As Gen looked around he saw to his surprise that he was the only one. Five mnutes later, as promised, he was the only one disembarking.

" Umm, Gen Ket. Where's my, uhh dorm? " Gen said as he found himself in the lobby.

Barely seeming to care the attendant found his name on a list and replied, " Dorm 112. First floor. "

Gen looked around and started to wander. After a few minutes he was hopelessly lost in the same building, still looking for the dorm. Then he saw a man and ran up. When he arrived at the man's side he said, " Excuse me. But which way is it to Dorm 112, mate? "

The man, obviously a Teacher smiled and replied, " It's in the building next building. Here, follow me." The Teacher smiled and led Gen back to the front room, out the door again, and over to the next building. " It's on the first floor, that way. " The Teacher said, smiling.

Gen yelled a thanks and ran off to the beach where he had left his stuff. He slung his huge duffel bag over his right shoulder, hung his backpack over his other shoulder, grabbed his suitcasein one hand, and picked up another, smaller suitcase in the other hand. He must have looked quite a sight, because people kept on staring at him. It probably didn't help much that he had his cowboy hat sitting lopsidedly on his head. Somehow he managed to lug all of this stuff over to the dorm, which, suprisingly, he found. He saw a bunch of people in the gigantic dorm.

Smiling, he said, " Hey Mates! " They seemed to be having a friendly, just met sort of argument. He turned and poked his head into one room. It was empty so Gen went in. He shoved everything on his bed except the backpack. That he carefully opened, then lifted out a small cat. In color it was orange, but it had tons of white spots everywhere.

" Shh, Co. " He said as he filed out into the hall. He held the small cat in his hands as he walked over to the group.
 
John looked over at the girl who had addressed him, and scolded, he seriously didn't need any help. Wiping the confused look off his face, John huffed, "I'm just looking for 112, I suppose that's were I'm supposed to be staying for the year. I'm not sure if I have the right number though." John moved closer to the girl, he had asked for help, but only very sutily. The noise of students yelling back and forth and people trying to get where they're supposed to go blocked his hearing, so he wanted to make sure he heard her loud and clear.

"Do you have any idea where I should be putting my stuff, or should I go back? Or should I ask someone else?" John muttered, he was getting headache from all the people moving, and talking at the same time, all he wanted to do was get into a room and rest for a few hours. John switched his bags to his other hand and leaned on the foot on the same side.
 
Gen heard the boy who was asking where 112 was.

" You're at 112, mate. This is the dorm, " Gen said while he smiled brightly at the boy. He extended his hand so he could shake the boy's. Co managed to claw his way up onto Gen's shoulder. Gen however, was too interested into talking to everyone. But when the cat leapt from his shoulder, Gen did notice. He tried to grab onto the mischevious cat but Co was too fast, and Gen's hand swiped through empty air. The kitty landed on the other boy's shoulder and then Co dug his claws into the boy.

" Co... " Gen groaned while he slapped himself.
 
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