[center][hr][hr][h3][color=0086b3]Rhea Psomas[/color] and [color=f39f2d]Marcella Bonaparte the Second[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Dorms (Separate)
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Literally no one.[/center][hr][hr]

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Rhea walked through the halls of Olympus academy, a bag slung over her shoulder, looking for a dorm room number. Instead what she found would be one child and one parent. She looked away, averting her eyes from what was honestly a painful sight when she saw it again. One parent, one child. 

[b]“Come on sweetie, let’s get you unpacked then we can find some food.”[/b] One man said, reassuring his daughter while smilingly ripping the shoddily patched wound on Rhea’s soul a little wider.

She looked away, but no matter where she looked to – one parent, one child.

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[color=0086b3]“Where the hell do I even go?”[/color]

[i]I often wonder aloud when I’m frustrated. That’s a bit of a problem I run into. People think I’m crazy for talking to myself, but when I’m caught I get more frustrated and talk to myself even more.[/i]

Coming to a door that seemed oddly familiar, Rhea stopped gracefully and spun on the ball of her foot to face it. “Oh that must be why.” She said stroking the wooden door. Surely made from a tree she recognized from the Canadian countryside. She considered that it could’ve been a weeping willow. She softly inserted her key into the lock and it slid in wonderfully. She turned the key and then the door handle. There it was, her room for the year.

There was a small living room area, which also supported a kitchen counter along with some drawers for dishes and cutlery. There was then a small hallway leading to the right from the entrance of the apartment which held three doors. Two bedrooms and a washroom. Rhea slowly peaked into both of the bedrooms, but it seemed neither room had been occupied just yet. She wondered who could possibly come to live there with her. She knew many of the students already, though just barely. She would still have to introduce herself to most.

Rhea’s blushing cheeks made their way to the fridge, gingerly opening it and sighing as – obviously there wouldn’t be any food in it.

She leaned back and through her duffel bag onto a bed, neither had been set up yet so she decided she’d claim the bed nearest to the window. By the time she finished unpacking she laid her head back against the wall, sitting somewhat upright in her bed, exhaling deeply. It was days like this where everything changed. Where the world would truly begin testing them. 

The corners of her mouth turned slightly up as she thought of it. 

Maybe she’d even make her own little….

She laughed at the stupid idea and returned to staring at the ceiling.

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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgBeu3FVi60&ab_channel=MattandKim][sub]“How very 90’s of you.”[/sub][/url][/center]

Marcella said as she opened the door to her home for the coming year. The décor was seemingly last updated the first time Britney hit the number 1 position on the charts. She slid her designer sunglasses down her nose in order to reaffirm that it wasn’t just some… Trick of the light.

[color=f39f2d]“No, this is real. This is where I’ll be living.”[/color] She said quietly, with the tone of a slap. She rolled her suitcase into the first room she found, though that isn’t to say she didn’t examine the other room in order to make sure she wasn’t getting screwed out of a bigger bed.

No. It seemed this was how it would be.

She set her bed up slowly, painfully before finally laying back onto it with an exasperated sigh and pouted.

[color=f39f2d]“I’d [i]literally[/i] rather be in hell.”[/color] She said under her breath waiting for her new roommate to arrive and push her farther towards desperation. 

[color=f39f2d]"of course it's nice this time of year and I haven't seen dad in a little while, but I'd still rather be in hell. Morally that should mean something to this school."[/color] Of course it was actually bigger than her mother's house, but who was keeping track of size. She expected something suitable for the gods. This was just...

Nice.