Post by christine on Jul 15, 2009 14:31:55 GMT -6
- the basics.
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What would you like us to call you?
Christine
How old are you?
Old enough to have experienced my own bit of reality, but too young to believe fiction isn't a reality of its own.
How long have you been roleplaying?
A few years.
Favorite genres:
I don't really do favorites, but the genres I am most apt to participate in are realistically based. The plots I participate in do occasionally vary from that though.
Application Number:
First.
How did you find us?
Somnium Sicco Lacuna
Anything else?
College occasionally decides to eat my life.
- the intro.
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Dante ignored the people in the front yard as he entered house two. He had long since lost his housing papers, but had managed to remember to call yesterday to confirm that he was in house two again this year. Both of the people he had lived with last year were seniors, so he had no idea who he would be living with this year. He didn’t really care though, they were just people, and it’s not like who they were made that fact any different.
With some effort, he managed to get everything he had brought with him up the front stairs and into the house. 'Well, that wasn't too hard. Now I get to tackle that' he thought as he noticed the stairs. He reloaded the same dolly that had helped him get the first set of boxes and a suitcase in the house and made his way up the stairs. He was rather relieved that the first room on the left, the one closest to the stairs, which had been the one he had occupied the semester before, was still empty. Dante, without much consideration for what was in the boxes, unloaded the dolly in the middle of the floor by the bed, paying no attention to his surroundings.
He made his way back downstairs with the dolly and repeated the trip back up the stairs to his room. Satisfied with all his things being secured in his room he took the dolly downstairs one last time. Then, realizing he had forgotten to lock his door, climbed the stairs, two-by-two, until he was once again at his door. Taking a set of keys from the pocket of his jeans, he finished the mission he'd come up the stairs with. 'There. Now, whoever these potential creeps are, they can't mess with my stuff'. Sliding down the banister, he picked the dolly up once more and took it outside to his truck, replacing the cover over the tailgate and locking it.
Ten minutes or so later, Dante had successfully managed to get his truck parked in his usual spot behind the houses, finding that it too was unoccupied. Back in his room, he finally stopped to actually examine the room. 'What the hell?! When did we get bookcases? And why on earth do I need a bookcase? I only brought ten with me in the first place.' Further examination proved everything else to be how he'd left it, even down to the Public Speaking book he'd forgotten in the top drawer of the dresser. He couldn't remember how it had gotten there, but its lack of use was rather evident. 'Maybe I'll find someone to pawn it off later. I sure as heck don't want it.'
Without particular attention or care, Dante put all of his things away. With this task complete, he plopped down on his made bed. Glancing around the room, Dante decided it was homey enough, for now. He only had one thing that even resembled a decoration, and if he had it his way, that wouldn't even be up. But a promise was a promise and Leigh Ann had made him promise the beginning of his freshman year that he'd keep the collage she'd made him with old pictures of the two of them up while he was away. Now, here he was a junior and he was still honoring that promise.
With a sigh, his boredom overtook him. He suddenly couldn't bear to stay trapped inside his room anymore! Grabbing his iPod out of his backpack he made his way downstairs and to the front of the house. Not bothering to ignore the people on the front lawn this time, he simply waved in their direction, offering them a brief smile, and set about his jog. The fresh air embraced him as it entered his lungs; there were no limits out here, nothing to confine him. He relished in his freedom as he jogged around campus, ignoring everything and everyone but his music and his feet hitting the sidewalk.