[h2][color=6ecff6]Erica Lankford[/color][/h2]
[color=6ecff6][i]Oh, so he is English. German roots though, he doesn't seem too happy thinking about that right now...[/i][/color] Erica thought as the rest of the scene played out before the bus pulled up. The bus was amazing, to say the least, such a regal design made Erica feel like one of those fancy-pants actors in hollywood on their way to opening night of their latest blockbuster, or maybe one of those super-spies in the movie who get to travel in extreme style while getting briefed on their mission. Taking a seat near the front of the bus, she spent about the first ten or 20 minutes trying to make small talk with those around her, but as time went on she started to feel, strange. 

Erica couldn't really think how to describe the sensation, but mostly it made her want to move closer to the back of the bus, to get away from something. It wasn't a very strong feeling, so she didn't follow it, although after a little longer she found herself humming songs from her choir back at her old school. Checking her volume to make sure she wouldn't bother anyone much, she continued humming and distracted herself from everything else during the ride by looking out the window. 

The stops along the way surprised her a little, but she did everything they told her to and answered any questions they asked without hesitation. [color=6ecff6][i]It's most likely that these checks are to make sure that only the people who are supposed to be here are here. Why fuss about a security check?[/i][/color] After the third check, the bus finally pulled to a stop and they were all let off. Following the group to the assembly hall, Erica took a seat near the back of the room and listened intently to the professor's speech. It was all the standard stuff, if you ignored the 'mutant' parts. It seemed like a great school, and Erica was getting very excited about the coming years. 

As she followed the crowd again to get her room number and any other information that she'd need, She wondered about those she had met at the 'bus stop' and if she'd get many chances to speak with them again. She definitely hoped to meet them all again, and maybe make friends if they'd allow it, and joked half-heartedly in her mind if she'd meet her old friend here as well. [color=6ecff6][i]I'll have to call her later, and this time actually tell her everything that's happened to me since she left...[/i][/color]

Erica's thoughts were interrupted as she got to the front of the line and heard her name called, in a tone of voice that said that she'd been called a few times already. [color=6ecff6]"Yikes, sorry. I was, lost in thought. I wasn't ignoring you on purpose, I promise."[/color] She said quickly as she walked up to the blonde woman who had called her. 

As she apologized, the woman smiled slightly. "That's alright dear. I know things can be a bit overwhelming at times, especially at a new beginning." She laughed a little, the sound making her seem less intimidating and more ditzy as she soon continued. "Now then, you are in room number two-two-three, and you get the room all to yourself! Here's your key, and your luggage should already be in the room for you." She smiled again at Erica before moving on to the next student, and Erica started wandering towards the edge of the room, a slight damper put on her happy thoughts from before. 

[color=6ecff6][i]No roommate huh. Maybe that'll change later?[/i][/color] Erica had found her room relatively easily once she figured out that there were signs pointing towards anywhere one might need to go in the school, and the dorm halls had small plaques along the walls once in a while telling where certain numbers were. The key fit easily into the lock, and when she entered the room she locked the door behind her again and tossed the key onto a nearby desk. Next, she explored the room itself, ignoring her camping-pack that had been placed just inside the doorway for now. 

The room was obviously meant for two, as there were two beds, desks, and dressers. There wasn't much else in the room, a couple chairs by the window and a good-sized bookcase by the bathroom door, but otherwise empty. The room had the same elegant/royal touch to it as the rest of the school, but it seemed more subdued in here, this room could be personalized. Satisfied with her explorations for now, Erica went over to her camping-pack and started to unpack everything, organizing it all on the floor for now. She laughed a little when she noticed the bulging quality the pack had to it, showing the trouble that whoever had searched it had with re-packing it afterwards. 

Not much was missing, and what was missing was of no surprise to her. They had taken all her knives, her matches, and the tent itself, leaving mostly just her more personal items left. The fact that they took the matches, but left her three lighters with her confused her greatly. Was there some significant difference between the two that she didn't know about? Whatever the reason, they were gone, oh well. Once she finished her sorting-spree, she put all her clothes away in the dresser on the side of the room closer to the windows, and further from the door. Piling the rest of the stuff on her bed, she pondered what to do next. 

Catching her reflection in the small mirror she had put on her bed with the rest of her non-clothing items, she realized that she was still [i]changed[/i]. Finally dropping her concentration, she watched her reflection blur from her bright, almost too-pretty face to how she really was right now, tired and dirty and definitely not little-miss perfect as she had been making herself look for the past few hours. Seeing her true reflection now made her feel what she saw. She wanted to curl up on her bed, or maybe even the floor so she wouldn't get the bed dirty, and sleep for a couple days straight. 

She really wanted to do that, but she rationalized her thoughts and decided to occupy herself instead with cleaning herself up, and then going to get some lunch or something afterwards. In about 30 minutes she had scrubbed herself from head to toe, [u]and[/u] managed to find an outfit that was clean/not torn up enough that it was still wearable. As she grabbed her key and left the room to start heading towards the cafeteria she thought about what the school's policies were on going out to shop for necessities like clothing, personal hygiene products, and the like. [color=6ecff6][i]It's not like it's a campus-lockdown for the students, right?[/i][/color]