[center][h1][color=2F4F4F]Selassie Hansen[/color][/h1] 
[color=2F4F4F]Location:[/color] Callaway Hall 4A
[color=2F4F4F]Interacting with:[/color]  Carmina Baltazar [@Viciousmarrow], Pippa Montgomery [@Harley Q], Elena Constantin [@Ultimate Spidey] and Lindsay Johnson [@alexfangtalon] 
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Selassie's already narrowed eyes drooped further down in exhaustion as she dragged her suitcase behind her, pacing through the doors to her dorm room. She probably shouldn't have neglected her sleep schedule to finish her piece on The Roman Widow. [i]Now matter how beautiful she envisioned it to become.[/i] Upon her arrival, the cramped array of beds and people roaming around had her eyes widening. It was like an injection of caffeine without a wholesome cup of Starbucks being placed against her lips. [color=2F4F4F]"Hey..."[/color] She greeted softly, her voice fading away on a breath as she stealthily roamed her eyes around everyone in the room. 

Features stood out to her almost immediately. A lively looking hispanic woman and a blonde haired girl was all she caught before she glanced away, her fingers already itching to transfer the hues onto a fresh white canvas. [i][color=2F4F4F]No, Salie. Stop being so weird[/color][/i], she reprimanded herself mentally, instead choosing to clamp her full lips together and continue on to the beds. There was one right in the centre, a top bunk which looked the most bare and unoccupied. Perfect. Her long legs increased their speed and she stopped right before the bunk, depositing her luggage near the ladder before extracting her drawing pencils and a pad. She tried her best to tune out what was going on around her, with the use of her curly hair which she used to shelter her eyes and ears. After all, her aunt had warned her that the first day would be awkward, but she had clearly been misinformed on just how much. 

Glancing up the ladder, she let out a shuddering breath, biting her lip as she looked at how high up it was. Her bathmophobia wouldn't do her well in this situation and she could already feel potential scenarios playing out in her mind.

Rolling off in the middle of her sleep and crashing onto the floor.

Trying to climb down and tripping somehow, plummeting to her untimely death. 

She shook her head, her curls jumping as if they had a life of their own, as she tried to dispel her thoughts that were doing more harm than good in that very moment. Realising that she had been paused for a few beats too long, she grasped the rungs of the ladder, closing her eyes and quickly scrambling to the top, only reopening them once she was on her back, resting upon a cool duvet. [i][color=2F4F4F]I made it through alive![/color][/i] she squealed in her head, examining her body for any injuries that may have occured during her rushed climb. Nope, nothing. She finally let her mouth twitch up into a smile, clutching her sketchpad and pencil close to her body as she took a moment to absorb the silence. 

She had made it. Not only up the perilous ladder, but into the prestigious school that people would [i]die[/i] to get a chance to attend. This achievement led to her deduction that she deserved a nap. Closing her eyes, her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks and she was wondering why sleep was so hard to come by now that she finally got a chance to relax. She guessed just pretending to sleep in order to avoid attention would suffice.