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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] His Dorm
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Nobody
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Webster had stopped coming to school with his dad the moment he'd gotten his license. After sixteen years, he was done with the long talks about achievements, and how his heritage on both sides meant he was supposed to be great. So it was, that as he pulled into the school parking lot, he was alone, for the third year in a row. He wasn't all that torn up about it, if he was being quite honest. Better alone than with the unpleasant company of Johnathan Frederick O'Connor II.

Stepping out of his [url=http://car-us.com/img/source/big/171744280508_0.jpg]car[/url], he smiled as he laid his eyes on the campus which he'd considered his home for the past four years. He grabbed his two suitcases from the top luggage rack, and grabbed a bookbag from his passenger seat, one that was bulging with an assortment of novels as well as his laptop. It was most certainly well past capacity, although he paid it no heed, and instead slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the dorms, suitcases trailing behind him.

When he arrived at his dorm, he discovered it to be unoccupied. It was sparkling clean, and easily one of the most poorly decorated places on the planet. But, tacky decor aside, it was to be his home for the next year. He might as well come to enjoy it. Claiming the room on the right, he set down his suitcases with a thud. Resting on the bare mattress was a card, with his name written on it in a scrawl that was too perfect to be mortal. [i][b][color=deepskyblue]Mom,[/color][/b][/i] he thought, moving towards the card as if worried it would bite him.

Luckily, he picked up the card without any biting, and he opened it up, prepared for a nice, heartfelt note. That's what he would've liked. Instead, written in the same scrawl as the front was a single sentence. [i]Have a good year![/i] He grimaced. [b][color=deepskyblue]"Thanks Mom. Really feeling the love with that one,"[/color][/b] he said to no one in particular. He grabbed the card, and nearly threw it in the trash, but instead placed it on the nightstand that rested next to the mattress. Sighing, he began to unpack.
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Dorm
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Dusty [@MissCapnCrunch - via text]
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The drive to the academy had been a pain in the ass, but it was worth it. Tess couldn't deny that as she stared at the campus, grinning. As much as she enjoyed being home with her dad, she adored being at the academy, with others like her. It felt like a second home to her, being here surrounded by friends. 

Popping the trunk of her [url=http://www.crankandpiston.com/brain_wp/media/2010/03/Classic190SL_1.jpg]car[/url], which she lovingly referred to as Mercy, she proceeded to pull her bags out. She slung one duffel bag over her shoulder, a backpack over her other shoulder, and held two more bags in her hand. Tess was many things, but a light traveler was not one of them. She had far to many things in her life to limit herself to one bag. Or even two.

Strutting across the campus and towards her dorm, she waved greeting to old friends, grinning all the way, red hair falling perfectly down her back. She resigned herself to catch up with more people later, as she reached her dorm room. Walking in and dropping her bags on the floor, she found that she was the first to arrive. [i][b][color=palegreen]Awesome! I get to pick my room first,[/color][/b][/i] she thought, moving her luggage into the room on the left.

Surveying the bare room she decided that she'd have to decorate it. But that would have to wait. She had a best friend to catch up with. Whipping out her phone she shot off a text to Dusty, and began unpacking, listening for her phone to buzz with a response.

[quote][center]To - [color=b83d55][b]Dusty[/b][/color]
[color=palegreen][b]Lemme know when u get here so we can catch up :)[/b][/color][/center][/quote]