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Hitome nudged the door open with her toe. Six-thirteen was her lucky number, and she couldn't believe no one else had taken it yet. The room was perfect, at least in her eyes. The corner of the building overlooking the forest and a bit of the lawns was about as close to perfect as a nature lover could get, as far as she could tell.
The room itself had two beds, two nightstands, and two desks. Obviously, she'd probably end up with a roommate. She shruged. All she hoped was that it was a girl she could like.
The walls were stark white, but she had the remedy for that, at least on her side of the room. She dropped her duffle onto the bed on the far wall, closer to the window, and swung her backpack onto the bed as well. Opening it, she pulled out a thick folder and a roll of masking tape. With a grin, she wielded her tape like an editor's red pen, and pitilessly slammed up poster after poster, picture after picture.
Moments later, she stepped back, and with a satisfied grin, nodded happily. 'Perfect,' she thought, and ran a hand through her hair to brush back the strands that escaped her purple-streaked ponytail.
The room itself had two beds, two nightstands, and two desks. Obviously, she'd probably end up with a roommate. She shruged. All she hoped was that it was a girl she could like.
The walls were stark white, but she had the remedy for that, at least on her side of the room. She dropped her duffle onto the bed on the far wall, closer to the window, and swung her backpack onto the bed as well. Opening it, she pulled out a thick folder and a roll of masking tape. With a grin, she wielded her tape like an editor's red pen, and pitilessly slammed up poster after poster, picture after picture.
Moments later, she stepped back, and with a satisfied grin, nodded happily. 'Perfect,' she thought, and ran a hand through her hair to brush back the strands that escaped her purple-streaked ponytail.