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Fleur[/h1][/center][hr][right][sub] Saturday, October [b]|[/b] The Ashford Institute for the Gifted[/sub][/right]

Fleur looked up from her phone to the girl that walked into the room.[color=peachpuff] “Another roommate? I swear they want me to make people cry in this place. Look I have a few ground rules before you decide to set your… [i]stuff[/i] down.”[/color] She made [i]stuff[/i] sound like it smelled foul.[color=peachpuff] “No eating in the room. No touching my stuff. No messing with my schedule. No friends. No boys. Those are the rules you have to stick to if you’re going to be here.”[/color]

Fleur pointed to the door with a smirk.[color=peachpuff] “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out cause if you can’t agree to any of those you might as well turn right back around and find somewhere else to sleep.”[/color]

Ronnie had barely rolled her two bags in when the bitch raised her claws. Her initial reaction had been to unsheathe her own, but she stopped herself. Her lips curled into the best smile she could muster. She glanced at the white whore over once before she considered replying.

[i]Sounds like you're against fun in all forms. Prude much?[/i] Of course, she didn't say it out loud. Bad start to make an enemy out of the girl with the biggest stick up her ass. Especially a roommate. At least, for now. Round one goes to you, Ms. Prude, she thought.

She cocked her head then gave her best friendly act. It came from years of practice, [color=#FF69B4]"Your rules are noted. I don't think you need to worry too much as I won't be spending much time in here."[/color]

Not that it's impressive enough to, she thought. With a quick flick of her wrist, Ronnie slid the two suitcases under her bed. She didn't bother with the spare dresser as she was pretty sure it was in use and filthy. Thanks to past incidents of snoopers, she had made sure to get durable bags and secure it tightly.

[color=peachpuff]"I spend most of my time elsewhere as well. I just don’t want to see you making out with your boyfriend when I do grace you with my presence."[/color] Fleur went back to fussing with her point shoes ignoring the other girl.

Ronnie rolled her eyes, not impressed with the retort. It was rather weak compared to the burns she had done or seen herself. Still, she debated wasting energy on the wrench as she checked her phone once more. Nothing changed. Placing it in her jean pocket, she headed for the door to escape the air of ignorance in the room.