First Impression
Mar 1, 2008 7:55:12 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Graham on Mar 1, 2008 7:55:12 GMT -5
Cassandra walked through the corridors of the Amelia Mary Earhart Building, having already retrieved her key from the desk in front and now looking for the number on the door that matched the one that'd been engraved on the small silvey key - it was already hanging from her charm bracelet, between the golden ring she'd had since she was a baby and was now too smal for her to wear, and a tiny representation of the two theater masks, gold as well with small diamonds and emeralds. Those two charms were some of the less epsneive she wore. Pretty much everything she actually wore could be considered as expensive, according to the brands she chose, from her makeup to her clothes. She'd never apparently heard of the words 'saving money for what might happen later'. To her, beng poor wasn't even an option to consider. And she had no illusion on it either - she knew she'd die before she even got the hang of living a poor life.
When she finally reached the door taht held the numbers '127', she wondered if her father had kept his promise. When she'd heard the dorm rooms had to be shared with another girl of her age, or older, she'd simply gone and thrown a fit. She wouldn't be stuck in a closet sized thing they dared call a bedroom and ahve a roommate on top of it. Her father had assured her he'd see to it and a few days later, they'd received a call from the Academy, telling them everything would be in order - hey'd thrown down a wall that separated two bedrooms to make one instead. The girl who shared her dorm room would be a very lucky one. Also, her dad had assured her taht the bedroom would already be decorated, painted, furnished and everything by the time she got there - only on her side, obviously. She wouldn't bear having a white room, but it was not to be expected that she'd dirty her hands to take care of it herself.
Glancing around the empty corridor, she took the small key and unlocked the door, opening it and stepping inside the room with an appreciative and content look on her face, though it didn't extend itself to her lips. Half the room (which was now the size of a full room) was still white and plain, and it only made Cassie's side of the room look even better. The walls were a pale shade of olive green, some of it covered here and there by see-through beige curtains that hung on the wall. The furniture was made in a very dark wood, carved here and there to make it look even more fancyé. And the bed was a dream. Withmore see-through drapes hanging from the ceiling - some beige still, and other a darker green - and went all the way down to the floor, held to the wall by bronze flowers so that it didn't hide the bed, the whole effect looked simply gorgeous. The cover on the bed was a shade darker than the paint on the walls and there were several pillows and cushions of colors that matched the whole decoration.
Walking over to the bed, she placed her small travel bag down on it and opened it to take its content out. There wasn't much in it - all her things were already here, clothes hanging in the large closet or folded neatly in the drawers. Her stereo was on one of the dark bedside tables and her alarm clock (one that worked with iPods) was on the other. Her green laptop was on the working desk along with some of her favorite books and plays - the rest was on a bookcare that'd been added to contain all those she owned - and a portative DVD player. Her DVDs and CDs were in a large box that'd been made to look like a small comfortable looking seat and which you only had to take the top off to see what it held. Taking out her jewelry box from her bag - she never let anyone take care of that one - she hid it in one of the drawers that locked and then placed her iPod on her alarm clock, turning it on so that she could listen to msuic while she kept unpacking, though there wasn't much left. She'd have to talk to her parents about redecorating her bedroom at home - she wanted it to look like this one now.
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