[center][h1][color=limegreen]Emilia Robinson[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Dorm Room → Kitchens → Gardens
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Klaus Van Untergang ([@FacePunch]) | Will Blake ([@smarty0114]) | Elijah ([@BeastofDestiny])
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Happy → Excited → Curious[/center][hr]

[i]"Wake the fuck up!"[/i]

In the grim darkness of a college dorm room, a mountain of blankets and pillows moved, life finally returning to the bedroom. [color=limegreen]"Ughhhh..."[/color] Emilia's head popped out from the mountain, blinking in annoyance at the fact that her sleep had been ruined by a figment of her own imagination.

[i]"I'm not a figment of a your imagination, bitch, now get up. It's fucking boring sitting around watching you sleep."[/i]

Apparently Emilia's brain never rested because Eliza seemed to never rest, and instead chose to inhabit her room for the night. Still groggy, Emilia rose from her bed and kicked her feet out before collapsing onto them. She hated mornings - her sleep was mostly a recount of memories, both belonging to her and others, so it was usually a good catch-up period for her. Plus waking brought more classes. Wait. Classes? Tipping forward, she bobbed over to where her phone was charging and checked the date. Saturday? [color=limegreen]"Fucking brilliant! Eliza why the fuck did you not tell me it was Saturday? Voices in heads are meant to be useful ya cunt!"[/color] Wheeling around, she found she was alone in the room again and the figment of her imagination had returned to her mind again. Sighing audibly, she peeked over at the empty bed facing hers. She wasn't certain but it was highly likely that she was simply rooming with a vampire. It would explain quite a bit, honestly - it's not like the school would just throw her into a room by herself.

Squinting at the bed, a pressure seemed to emanate into her temples and for a moment, she was distracted by the crying walls. There was too much history in this place and it sought her out like a child with daddy issues. [color=limegreen]"Shut the fuck up, I'll look later!"[/color] Sighing, she studied her nudity. Rooming with a vampire meant that she didn't have to wear anything when she was in her dorm which was always a positive. There was always the worry that she would be ravaged by said vampire but it's not like she would be entirely unwilling in that act. Stretching, she found her stuff and disappeared into the bathroom to shower.

Half an hour later and she was ready to roll; denim shorts and a crop top with a gentle sprinkling of exposed midriff. Fetching a hat and her trusty backpack, she packed away everything needed for an excellent adventure - water, (Non-American) chocolate and Joyce's Ulysses. She had spotted an old abandoned building on the perimeter of the college's grounds. Buildings were usually abandoned for a reason and those reasons were usually juicy like multiple homicides or Indian burial grounds sort of juicy. [i]"This is a stupid plan. Shouldn't you try y'know, talking to someone for once you socially awkward fuckwit?"[/i] She thumped her own head to shut Eliza up before frowning and rubbing the spot. Fucking Eliza.

[color=limegreen]"Have ya seen half of the cunts around here? It's like those TV shows they make for teenage girls full of stupidly attractive people doing stupid shit. You can rub yourself to it but that's about the height of it!"[/color] Eliza snorted in her head and Emilia declared herself victorious as she left her dorm and picked her way down the stairs towards the shared kitchen area. A quick search produced a small baguette which she declared as her own. Munching down on the hard shell, she left the kitchen and descended the stairs to the exit. She had only been there a few weeks but she already knew most of the crooks and crannies of the college. Now she had to explore even further, however.

Leaving the dorm building, she unpocketed her iPod and plugged her earphones in, quickly flicking it onto shuffle. She had done some work with the Mafia over the summer which meant that she was pretty well-off as it was and could treat herself a little. Which included, but was not limited to, an iPod. Surprisingly, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFkzRNyygfk]first song[/url] wasn't so bad so she kept it on, mixing a little sway into her walk as she padded over the pruned lawns.

♪But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,♪

Her dance brought her into the gardens and before she even realised it, she was smack bang in the middle of something that didn't look too pleasant. [color=limegreen]"What the fuck is this shit?"[/color] She murmured, pulling one earphone out to stare in a circle. There were a group of what appeared to be well-dressed Nazis with one head Nazi standing up whilst others knelt in fear around him. Two other boys were there as well but they didn't seem to find a lot of agreement with said Nazi dictator person. Which probably wasn't so good because Emilia was the one in the middle of them all.

[i]"Leave Emilia, this doesn't look good."[/i] Eliza urged but she stood her ground, not daring to move as she raised a collective eyebrow at them all.

[color=limegreen]"What the fuck is this ya cunts? World War Two ended like seventy fucking years ago so calm your fucking tits."[/color] Rolling her eyes, she stared at the Nazi ringleader just a little longer. There was something about him that drew her in, something that screamed at her in anger and pain - he was hiding something inside himself. This was a challenge. This was very definitely a challenge and Emilia was not one to be scared off by the thought of some evil dictator person staring her down. Changing direction, she meandered right up to him until there were only a few inches apart. The height difference was obvious as she raised a pointed finger to his face. [color=limegreen]"You're hiding something ya Nazi cunt and if ya think you're going to fool the great fucking Emilia Robinson then you have another thing coming![/color] Bumbling on, she squinted at him, waiting for some sort of response.

She would get to the bottom of this great mystery.