[color=BD892F][h3]Sophia Lemane[/h3][/color]She listened as Brent answered, storing away his suite number in her memory in case she ever needed it, though she probably never would. Nodding as he mentioned meeting in about half an hour, she already began to sort out what she would do once reaching her suite and how long each thing would take. As she began to do so, she realized that his answer had been somewhat absentminded. Turning her thoughts away from her planning and instead listening to the conversation around her, she caught part of the discussion as it went on. But it didn't make a whole lot of sense to her, all she got from it was that students were arguing about sacrifices, the worthiness of certain people who had fought, and death. And risks. 

As Brent moved, she automatically followed, still trying to put together what the students had been talking about. At last, she decided it wasn't that important. If it was, it would surely come up again. Realizing then that Brent and some other boy were getting into the elevator, she considered the other boy's question. Take the stairs or the elevator? Taking the elevator would be shorter, but taking the stairs would allow her a little time alone. Seconds ticked by before she finally decided on her answer, shaking her head no. The elevator doors began to close, and as they closed completely, she headed towards the stairs.

Once on the second floor, she was able to find her suite pretty quickly, stopping in front of it to verify the number. 226. Placing a hand on the handle, she felt a tingle of excitement as she slowly pushed it open. She was always eager to explore new hotel rooms, apartment rooms, houses, and though the circumstances were different here, her excitement still held. The first thing she saw upon opening the room was... darkness. Groping along the wall until she reached a light switch, she flicked it and blinked a few times as bright light flooded the room. Her eyes flicked from the strangely mist like walls, to the kitchen counters, and to the sitting area where a couch was. Letting the door fall closed behind her, she headed to the kitchen. What she really wanted to do was open those cabinets and see if there was anything inside them, but she stopped herself. Turning to the sitting area, she plopped down on the couch, relaxed back, then stood up immediately afterwards. 

Seeing the doorway leading to another room, she found the bedroom and desks. Three beds, three desks. All of them neat and with no belongings around them whatsoever save for her bag of stuff at the foot of one of the beds and for a pile of paper on the desk nearest to it. Did that mean she had no room mates? Or that her room mates were yet to arrive? Walking over to the desk, she flipped through the papers there. Exam papers? With a sinking feeling, she flipped through the subjects. The exam wasn't exactly short, and she had no idea how she was going to answer them if she had to use her left hand. Another pile of papers with maps and more information sat beside the exam papers, something that she would look through later. The best thing on the desk was the ID card. Leaving it there so as not to give herself a chance to misplace it, she at last opened the bag by her bed and began to look through it. 

Still in there were all the things she had packed upon leaving her home, albeit not much. Taking out the change of clothes and pouch containing her toiletries and other necessities, she stood up only to freeze as a rumble made the floor shiver under her feet. Her first thought was earthquake, her second thought was that it could be caused by whatever monsters that were being fought. Then her third thought was that she really had no idea what was going on. Trying to ignore the feeling of foreboding that had come with the rumble, she headed across the room where a door stood open, assuming it to be the bathroom. Halfway across the room, however, she stopped as something blue under one of the desks caught her eye. 

Switching direction and going over to the desk, she bent down to pick it up. It seemed to be a request sheet, like the one that she had seen on her desk. [color=BD892F][i]Well, I guess someone used to live here. They probably moved out or something, unless...[/i][/color] The feeling of the rumble and the sound of the alarm still fresh in her mind, her mind revealed to her another not so satisfactory idea. [color=BD892F][i]Unless... they died? Nope. I don't think so. Can't be.[/i][/color] Placing the paper on the desk instead of leaving it on the floor, she entered the bathroom. She considered showering, but to be honest with herself she didn't even know how to shower with a sling. 

After a minute of going through different options, she carefully removed her sling to reveal the bandages on her lower right arm. Trying to let it dangle there without moving any of the muscles that connected to her arm, she slowly eased off her hospital garments. Grabbing a hand towel and wetting it, she wiped herself down to substitute for a shower before pulling on a pair of worn blue jeans. Putting on her shirt was more difficult, and as she eased her arm through the long sleeve she found herself wincing every once in a while as she moved it the wrong way. But at last, she had the plain gray shirt on. Figuring out how to wear the sling again was more difficult, but that too she managed. 

Guessing that half an hour was almost up, she ran a brush awkwardly through her hair a few times before returning to the bedroom. She was about to enter the kitchen once more when she stopped in the doorway, turned around and headed back to her bed. Removing her yarn and needles and her journal from her bag of stuff, at the bottom lay her black cloak. Pulling it out, she buried her face in it. The soft folds smelled like home, and gave her a feeling of comfort. At first she thought that it might look weird to wear it, there being no point in wearing a long cloak inside. But then, she really wanted to. Brent probably already thought she was some kind of strange mute girl, and there were probably other people in this place weirder than her. 

After slinging the cloak over her shoulders and clasping it at the front, she was ready. Exiting the room and taking the stairs back down, she emerged into the lobby and scanned the place to see if Brent had arrived yet. [color=BD892F][i]Hope I didn't take too long.[/i][/color]

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