getting to like you, getting to hope you like me

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Who: Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Kevin Tran, Sam Yao
Where: Suite 9
When: Move In Day
Rating: Probably pretty tame.
Summary: Getting to know you, getting to know all about you!

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Lydia's Thread

[lefthandedgenius]

She's a highly organized girl who more or less attacks everything in her life with an eye for how to make things fit. Which makes the fact that she is somehow managing to fit an excessive amount of wardrobe into the minimal closet and shelving offerings of her bedroom with ease. The door is open, and every now and again she angles her head to look beyond it into the central room to see if any of the others have arrived yet.

By the time anyone does, she's moved on from clothing to books, stacking them in neat order; alphabetical by author.

Kevin's thread!

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Kevin's room is pretty simple; there isn't much in the way of decoration, beyond a video game poster. He didn't bring his trophies with him; somehow that felt tacky, even if his mom was encouraging him to bring a trophy or two, just to keep his spirits up. He has all his books, including the prep books for the pre-college tests he was studying for back home. Does that matter anymore? Probably. It has to, right?

The last thing he has to set up is his cello. Before he goes to set it on the stand, he stops, looking down at it, and then he pulls his desk chair over and starts playing. Even if he's not an aspiring cellist or anything, he's used to practicing everyday, and something about it is grounding, makes him focus his thoughts.

His door's open, and there are other people here, but he can't be bothering them too much, can he?

Sam's thread

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It's been about an hour and Sam's room already looks like a bomb hit it. There's clothes on the bed that he hasn't got around to putting away yet, and a few books and comics that he got distracted by while putting things away. He'd brought his games and DVDs because how better to try to make friends than by destroying them at MarioKart or having a marathon film session?

Oh yeah, there's school books too. Somewhere. He's pretty sure he'd packed them at least.

[industria]

Allison is the last to move in, minimalist in her dormitory belongs; it's a habit of hers after a life of moving constantly. There are some knickknacks, small frames, a few posters, things she decided to bring in last year, small signs of her personality.

After making her bed, she has kicked off her shoes and socks, standing on the flat sheet and attempting to tack up a Toulouse-Lautrec poster on the wall. Her door is wide open for roommates and visitors.