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Post by taylor on Aug 16, 2011 11:40:14 GMT -5
The sixteen-year-old sighed and registered. Being the last to register also meant getting the last room. Room 213. Normally, the students would be able to pick their room, somewhat. If they had room 213, they would ask to be moved to another room. And normally, their request was fulfilled. However, Taylor knew nothing of the horror stories, nothing of the tales, and nothing of the death that occurred at this new school. She thanked the registration head and took her room key. Towing a large duffel bag, a backpack and a smaller carry-on sized bag, she made her way up the stairs and into room 213. A small shiver passed through her as she entered, but she passed it off as colder temperature. Maybe all of the rooms were like that, yes? Either way, she looked around. She was alone, and it didn't look like someone was going to register in this room. There were plenty of other open rooms, and plenty of others who knew the stories. Unfortunately, Taylor would be alone this year.
Putting her suitcase in the corner, she began to unpack. The first thing she did was take her hair out of the ponytail and pull a sweatshirt over herself. After all, the room was a tad on the cold side. Shaking her head, she glanced around the spacious room. It was nice, really, the beds looked comfortable and the room was rather homey. Running a hand through her dark hair, the tiger shifter returned to her bags. Placing undergarments in one drawer, tee shirts and shorts in another, and jeans in a third, the sixteen-year-old just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Shaking her head, she put her nicer clothes on hangers and hooked the hangers on the racks. She changed her flip-flops for slippers, and the girl smiled as her feet felt warmer. She pulled a laptop from her backpack and hooked it up to the desk beside her. She placed all of the textbooks in one of the desk drawers, and filled a shallower drawer with supplies, like pens and pencils. Taking her Nikon D3100 from her bag, she placed that next to her laptop. It was her baby, and it definitely deserved to see the new living accommodations.
Once she had finally finished setting everything up, she turned to the bed. All it was was a large mattress. Pulling the stack of sheets and pillowcases, she began to dress the bed. After stretching the mattress cover over it, she put a sheet on, then a comforter. Pillows were stacked near the headboard and a large bear was tossed to the middle of the bed. Stretching a little, she leaped onto the bed and sighed. She didn't have December's half. That half, she left alone. She left it like it was. Crossing over the invisible line that divided the space in two, she couldn't stop a small shiver from running down her spine. Strange as it was, she couldn't help but feel like someone was there. Crazy, right? Whatever. Well, Taylor looked around and sighed. She left that half as bare as it had been before. Even though she had a small inkling that she would be alone this year, she felt the need to let that side stay as it was. Maybe it was a small sliver of hope that someone would join her. However, she got plenty of surprised looks when the registration administer gave her the key to room 213. Many looks were of complete and total surprise, but many were looks that asked her if she was crazy, looks that challenged her, that belittled her. Either way, she was in room 213 now, and her things were set up. Whatever it was that was bothering them surely wasn't going to bother her.
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Aug 16, 2011 19:46:34 GMT -5
He really should get out of this habit of his. She was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. Creeping around the girls’ dorms wasn’t going to bring her back and he knew this, but he couldn’t help it. Canyon Pierce just couldn’t leave her alone, even in her after life. Though, she never really minded before. Would she mind now? Ugh, as if she was still here. Of course Canyon had heard the rumors of how her room was haunted. Of course Canyon had checked it out before. He didn’t want to believe the rumors but the atmosphere around the room was undeniable. Just walking past the door gave some people chills – or so he’s heard. Already, no one wants the room that belonged to her. It hasn’t even been a year, but he couldn’t blame them. If it was so eerie just around the door, he wondered what it would be like inside the room. It was kind of… weird how the room was the place supposedly haunted when she didn’t even die in it. It was the bathroom across the hall that had been the place she had decided to…
Canyon took a deep breath as he slowly ascended the stairs, and for once his face was an emotionless slate. Freshmen on the first floor glanced at him but didn’t pay him much mind. He didn’t doubt that boys frequented these dorms even though they weren’t supposed to. Even if they didn’t, he has heard whispers of his name lacing with the rumors that floated around the school. How could he not be a part of them? He was the only person she let near her. Even though he’s heard the whispers, he still hadn’t gathered a clear idea of what part he played in the rumors. Did people suspect him to be the reason of her death? After all, he had disappeared before she… before the incident… Were they surprised she did it? They had to be…
He was. He even knew she was depressed. He knew everything but he was still surprised when he received the news. He was horribly surprised when she stopped showing up at the hospital. He was shocked to find out that people claimed to know nothing about her disappearance and then discover the opposite when he was informed of her death only after he had fully covered. Only after her funeral was held. That… That tore him up inside. He had let her down and she had given up the second it happened. He was surprised, but now that he thought about it… the signs were all there. So how could he have been surprised when no one else seemed to be?
Canyon stopped outside of room 213 and leaned against the wall across from the door. Beside him was the bathroom where it happened, but… the room was all he was interested in. The senior licked his lips nervously before resting his head back against the wall. His light eyes were transfixed on the door and he couldn’t help but to wonder… did anyone claim that room as their own? If so, who? Were they December’s knew roommate? Was she nice to the new visitor? Or did she hide their belongings like she often did with her old roommate? Did she turn their laptop off when they weren’t looking? Did she snap random pictures of herself flipping them off on their camera? The thoughts brought a sad smile to Canyon’s lips. He remembered the pictures when he had managed to annoy her. First on his phone, then his camera, and eventually she had even manage to set it as his background on his laptop. But he knew she was never serious with it. Not with him.
“I miss you…” he couldn’t help it and he didn’t care if people thought he was crazy for talking to air. It wasn’t like he had full conversations with whatever presence that lingered here. He just wanted to let her know incase she could hear him.
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Post by taylor on Aug 17, 2011 7:46:51 GMT -5
As she sprawled herself out on the comfortable bed, Taylor felt her eyes become drowsy. Half-asleep, her eyelids shot open as she realized she had forgotten to set up her second-most important possession. Heaving herself off of the bed, the teen clumsily leaped over to her bags. Unzipping the carry-on, she pulled a tangled mess of wires out of it. Attached to the wires were various charger blocks, and the all-important stereo. Actually, it was a mini iHome-type object. It had a clock and all. After carefully untangling the various wires, Taylor attached the charger to the wall-outlet beside the bed and placed the small stereo-like electronic on the nightstand beside her.
She sighed and pulled her iPod out of her backpack. Searching through the playlist, she settled on a calming, soft, beautiful classical piece. A small sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed to the melody of a beautiful piano's tune, matched with the shrill, but soft, harmony of a violin, then the addition of various other instruments. It completed the composition. The sixteen-year-old stretched a little and sorted through her things. After finishing, she sighed with content and switched off the iHome. Sadly, the music was playing when the figure outside the door had spoken, unbeknownst to Taylor. So, this man would surely be a surprise... or a fright, no?
Grinning, she sighed with content and decided to explore the campus. Stretching a little, she replaced her sandals on her feet and shook her hair a bit to make it more... or well, less... grungy-looking. With a soft sigh, she grabbed her phone and iPod, shoving them both in alternate pockets. She held her key in another hand and hooked her pointer finger through the little key ring. Glancing down at the chain around her neck, she decided that the safest place would be there. There was already a car key and another house key on it, so what would a dorm key matter? The long silver chain reached her mid-chest, and the loop around her neck was large enough to slip on and slip off without a hassle. Quickly pulling the silver chain off of her neck, she unhooked it and slipped the necklace through the dorm key's metal ring. While re-hooking her necklace, she realized that she simply couldn't leave without her camera. Slipping the camera around her neck, the girl finished putting the necklace back together. Confidently, Taylor opened the door and took a step out.
"Oof!" She huffed as her bottom hit the ground. With wide blue eyes, she stared up at the boy who was blocking her path. Her hands immediately flew to her camera as she protected it from the attack. The pint-sized, well compared to the boy, girl had just run face-first into the taller, stronger, heavier person's chest. And the force had simply knocked her off her feet, and onto her bum. Surprised, to say in the least, the small girl quickly stood up, brushed herself off and retreated to the bed, camera swinging from the momentum of movement. "Who are you?" She said in a low, quiet voice. He was certainly freaking her out. "Why are you--wait. Boys aren't supposed to be here." She said matter-of-factly. One delicate brow raised and her left hand rested on her left hip, while the right hand rested on her right hip, her sweatshirt-clad arms arcing to a point. A small frown complimented her small face, but her bright blue eyes were surely attracting the most attention. Wide and surprised, they held a slight protective hardness to them. Provided, what else would they show if some random guy was standing in front of your door, blocking the way?
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Aug 17, 2011 16:22:15 GMT -5
Canyon honestly didn’t plan on staying here to long. He honestly didn’t care what people thought of him but that didn’t mean he wanted them to go around saying he was the school creeper. Canyon wasn’t like that, and anyone that really knew him wouldn’t think he was. Unfortunately, she was very… possessive over him. The senior was a very friendly guy but he never really made any lasting friendship with anyone aside from Graham. He thought that was all he needed… But with her gone, he found he needed so many more. She consumed a majority of his life and now that left him crippled. Canyon couldn’t blame her, though. She needed him and he needed her.
He had just stepped away from the wall and was about to turn to head back to the stairs when the door flew open and out came a little thing. It bumped off his chest and he stepped back with a start. He hadn’t expected anything like that to happen and could only stare at the black haired girl with wide eyes. If he hadn’t have been surprised, he would have reached down to help her up but all he could do was stammer out a quick apology. “I-I’m sorry.” He really didn’t know what else to say. Finally, he held a hand out for her as she got up but it was already too late. “Are you okay?” So this was her roommate? She might have liked her style… Canyon didn’t know enough about this new girl to be able to tell if she would have liked her as a roommate or not. She seemed… okay.
“I’m Canyon,” he said softly, watcher her retreat into her room. He noticed the swinging camera and could already picture his best friend hiding it. “I was…” he started to answer the question she didn’t finish and was relieved when it was replaced by another one. All he could do was shrug his broad shoulders and reply with a witty little, “People aren’t supposed to rob banks but they do it anyway.” The senior was fully aware that boys weren’t supposed to be in the girls’ dorms. He simply just didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was trying to get it on with anyone like the dozens of other boyfriends that come visit their girls.
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Post by taylor on Aug 20, 2011 11:42:11 GMT -5
Her icy blue eyes bore into the stranger. "It's okay!" She said cheerily, forgiving him instantly. Still, she was a tad frightened. He was quite the strange person, standing before a random room? She quickly brushed specks of dirt off of her clothing and she ran a fair hand through her dark hair. Nodding vigorously, she shrugged. "Yup, just peachy." She said, a slight tone of skepticism in her voice. Really, though, would you blame her? If some random guy showed up in front of your door, in the girl's dorm, it's not like she would be the only one to freak out, right? Right? Right!
One dark, distinguished brow was raised as the girl assumed a position of attitude and dominance. She really did want to know why the intruder was, well, in front of her dorm. She waved and gave him a quick half-smile. "Taylor." She said quickly. After her second question, err... statement, his witty response brought a smirk to her lips. So, this giant was witty. Her pale eyes sparkled with mischief, much like a gem of aquamarine, or light sapphire. Shrugging, she decided hew as alright. "So. What brings you, err... to this dorm?" She asked, stumbling over her words as she realized the awkwardness of her question. Lightly slapping her palm against her forehead, soundlessly, Taylor lightly stepped over to her bed and sat down, no longer wanting to go out and explore. She slipped the camera from her neck and placed it on the bed, near the center so that it wouldn't fall off. Emptying her pockets, the girl put her wallet, iPod, and cellular device on the nightstand and slipped off the flip-flops, exchanging them for her monkey slippers. Sighing, she drew up her knees and leaned back against a pillow. With a small wave, she gestured for Canyon to enter. It would be rather awkward to talk to a boy outside her dorm while she was sitting on her bed. She grabbed her packet of chocolate-chip cookies and tossed them to the end of the bed. "Cookie?" She offered after taking one herself. Once she finished her cookie, she wiped off the crumbs and brushed them onto the floor. Okay, so she should have gathered them and thrown them away, but what did it matter? The place would be vacuumed anyway. Pulling down the arms of her sweatshirt, she gripped the edge of the sleeve in her fists and stifled a yawn. After parting her hair over her shoulders, she watched, with curious eyes, for the slightly insane, slightly strange, but overall okay boy to speak. After all, he did have some explaining to do.
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Aug 21, 2011 13:25:44 GMT -5
This girl had to have been a new student. So many obvious things pointed toward that conclusion. The first sign was the fact that she had made room 213 hers. Honestly, Canyon hadn’t expected anyone to claim that room. Not after what happened… As far as he was aware, no other student had accepted the room. They always requested a different one even if that means giving up a room they could have had all to themselves to be with another student. Another clue was that Canyon did not recognize this… Taylor. At all. And Canyon was the kind of guy that knew all of the faces around the school. At one point or another, he has managed to meet everyone – even if it was just a simple smile as a greeting. At least, that’s what he wanted to believe.
Though, those could have just been coincidences. This girl could be a daredevil. She could have ‘manned-up’ and took the supposedly haunted room to show everyone that the rumors were just a bunch of bull. And the fact that she was a sophomore this year meant she was a freshman last year. No one could blame Canyon for not knowing a face or two when it came to the lowest of the lower classmen. They were new to the school, after all.
And Canyon might have been willing to accept that it was just a coincidence if it weren’t for the fact that she asked him why he was here. Everyone had heard the rumors. Even the little freshmen that have graduated to the second floor. Hell, even some of the new freshmen have heard of the rumors because something like a death in the dormitories is bound to spread like wild fire. The only people that didn’t seem to know where the newest students. Like Taylor. Which meant Canyon had to talk about it. He had to further along the rumor even if he didn’t want to. At least he could make sure someone heard the real story and not the crap everyone else seems to believe.
He took a deep breath and slowly made his way into the dorm. It seemed just as cold as he remembered it to be. She always insisted on keeping the temperature in the sixties – mostly because the winter was her time of the year. She also enjoyed it because it pissed her roommate off. He wasn’t sure if Taylor liked it just as cold or if she just didn’t know how to turn the thermostat up. Perhaps she’s tried and this is the warmest it will ever be.
“I’m here because…” he paused, trying to think of a way to say this without sounding like an obsessed stalker-creeper person, “I’m here because this used to be my girlfriend’s room.” There really wasn’t anyway to make it sound normal.
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