Private Finished Midnight Batting Cage

Maisie Belle was sure she would've been scared out of her wits the moment she woke up in an unfamiliar place, but at this time of night she was too tired to give a darn for anything other than going to the bathroom and getting right back to the comfort of her nice, warm, soft bed. She caught a look at herself in the bathroom mirror and winced; the dark circles and tangled, messed up hair was not a good look to wake up to.

Once she combed her fingers through her hair and washed her face, she grabbed the brand new wooden baseball bat she'd brought with her, shut off the bathroom lights, opened the door, and stepped back into the little hall branching off her new dorm room. It was slightly warmer in the hallway than it had been in the bathroom, and she was grateful for that, especially when her pajamas didn't cover much.

Her bare feet padded along the floor as she yawned, and when she opened her eyes back up, she was bewildered. There was a pair of orange things just--floating in the air in front of her. Her tired brain quickly fired awake, and while she might've only been confused at first, she felt the terror set in and her heart squeeze with fright at the unfamiliar presence. In an instant, she gripped her bat with both hands and swung it full force at the floating ambers.

The moment she heard her roommate's voice, she groaned and cursed and let her tense muscles relax. Maisie squinted when the lights came on, now loosely holding the bat at her side as she half-glared towards Ash.

"I thought someone broke into our dorm," she said with a sigh. She made her way over to her bed and propped the bat up against the wall before she somehow managed to accidentally knock his teeth in, too. "Warn a gal before you go sneaking up on her in the dead of night, will you? Wear a bell or something--heck, an entire collar will do."

Maisie went to open one of the drawers of her nightstand, but seeing as how the cut over Ash's eyebrow was already closing up, she shut it again and folded her arms. She mumbled and said, "Sorry for hitting you. You alright?"

Maisie could feel her fuse about to blow at his 'Daisy Duke' comment. "Real original, you jerk." She could feel a hundred and one retorts biting at her, but she had to remind herself that if she said something now, she'd just regret it later. Especially when she was tired and still trying to calm down after her heart almost died of fright. His comment about her being a danger only made her feel worse--guilty, really--but she'd already apologized, so it wasn't like she could do anything else.

Her expression was strange. She plonked herself down in her bed and yanked her blankets over her, turning so she was laying on the side facing away from Ash. "You're delusional. Go back to bed."

Maisie pushed her hair behind her ear as she lay there, listening to him. She started to calm down, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. "Thanks," she said quietly, and there was not a hint of aggression or sarcasm in her voice.

She shifted slightly to glance over at him as he headed towards the door. She wondered if he was still mad because of the baseball bat thing, and she bit her lip. "...Be careful out there." When the lights turned off, she slowly lowered her head back to the pillow and hoped he'd come back okay. Could vampires get concussions?

A couple questions about vampires rattled around in her head before she shook them away and squeezed her eyes shut. Maisie was way too tired for any of this.

Maisie flicked the wing of her eyeliner and scooted back from the mirror to get a better look at herself. Perfect! She had made sure not to go over the top with makeup, but she was sure that she'd still get boys' heads turning wherever she went. Just as she started to pack up her makeup, she heard a muffled voice outside--Ash's, she presumed. She closed the makeup drawer (only recently designated so) and bounded out of the bathroom, donning a light-colored blouse and skinny jeans.

"Hey!" she called, heading over towards her night stand to take a sip of her almost-empty glass of water. Her gaze caught the bag on her bed, and she glanced over to Ash questioningly. "You really went and bought all this for me? Well, of course you did, but...wow. Thanks!" Maisie set the glass back down, and were Ash to be particularly sharp, he might've noticed that the glass didn't appear to be any emptier than it had been before she drank from it. She made her way over to open the bag and take a peek at what he got her.

"Back home, I heard all sorts of horror stories about cafeteria food. They were all talking about the cardboard pizza, the hairs in the macaroni salad, soggy fries, stale cookies, mediocre cinnamon buns...Cinnamon buns! Can you believe it? How could anyone possibly make a cinnamon bun mediocre? It's impossible--well, next to impossible, I guess. I can't believe the audacity of some schools."

"I'll have to pay you back sometime. How's waffles for breakfast sound? Do you even have a waffle iron in here? Maybe I'll make pancakes instead."