Shoutout to the Jaded Loser

Ricky hated the admission process. Papers made her quite uncomfortable, too many regulations to remember, too much personal information, and her hand was cramping from signing so many papers. She sighed, her attention roaming to her purse. She was told upon arrival that smoking wasn't allowed, at least indoors, and yet the temptation didn't waver. Ricky pushed her chair away from the table, grabbing her purse and walking to the receptionist.

"Am I allowed a smoke break?" The receptionist looked up at Ricky, then to the papers. "You done with those?" Ricky sighed, the woman knew the answer to that question, and ambled back to the laminate table that held the papers of doom. Dropping back down to the plastic chair, a symbol of the public school system, Ricky continued her labor, groaning at the amount she had yet to complete. She checked her watch, it had been an hour since she arrived on the island, and she was still going through paperwork. She needed coffee, she needed a smoke, she needed to get the fuck out of here.

Half an hour later, and Ricky is finished, dropping the papers in front of the receptionist with a shit-eating grin. Grabbing her duffel, she stepped outside, flipping her sunglasses down over her eyes and walking through the campus. "Where did they say I was supposed to stay?" She looked down at her phone, searching for the email that had all the information she needed. She shoved her hand in her purse, pulling a cigarette from the box and shoving it between her lips, flicking her lighter on. Ricky stopped by a bench, sitting with her bags as she looked through her phone, blocking out the rest of the world.

(Respond as you please! )

Ricky tore her attention away from her phone, looking up to Mor. Tilting her head, she examined her supposed roommate with interest. Ricky hadn't been told much about her roommate, much less that they were male, but she would deal with that later.

"What's up with the bow?" She drawled, pushing her sunglasses up to her hair. "S'not like I'm royalty." Standing up, Ricky sighed. "Roommate, eh? Didn't think it would be a co-ed arrangement." Turning to pick up her bags, she looked for somewhere to drop her cigarette butt, with no such luck. "Anywhere I can get rid of this? M'not a big fan of dropping my butts on the ground, feels disrespectful."

Ricky smiled, a light chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, that's one way of doing things." She looked at your hands, shaking her head. "Thanks for offering, but I got it."

Ignoring the movement in your robes, Ricky looked around, trying to locate the dorms with no such luck. "Where did you say the dorms were?" Did he say where the dorms were? Ricky didn't remember Mor saying anything about it, but it was too late to take it back now.

It was a small mistake, but Ricky couldn't help but be bothered by it, though that wasn't unusual for her, or anyone with anxiety, social or otherwise. Anxiety medication sounded great right now, even if it had been acquired by fellow gang members on less-than-legal terms, she still got it, but her gang days ended when she accepted the invitation to this academy, and she wouldn't see anything pill-related for a while. It was times like these that made her question her decision.

"Actually, is there somewhere that has coffee on campus? I missed my usual cup this morning." she lied, electing to ignore the lingering burn of her social mishap. Coffee was a great substitute when it came to medication, even if it was only a short-term solution, and she had consumed her fair share of it when medication was not available, and it was perfect for the situation at hand.

Ricky nodded, her gaze moving to where Mor was pointing. "I guess we'll head that way." She bit her lip. "Unless you want to go back to the dorm, I can get directions from someone." She wasn't a social person, and she didn't like meeting new people. Why did she think coming to the academy was a good idea?

Ricky was exhausted, and it was barely noon. She needed coffee, and soon, or she was going to tear her hair out. She looked back to Mor, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm just gonna head over, if you want to join me then you're more than welcome to." She started toward the cafeteria, thoughts consumed by coffee and the mention of her mistake. She really needed a therapist.

Ricky blinked, looking down at her now empty hands, and then back at Mor. Had someone else taken her bags like that, Ricky would be angry, but this was obviously just a case of Mor not understanding what to do. Ricky, not knowing what to say, decided not to say anything at all.

She nodded, following Mor to the cafeteria. The silence was awkward, but Ricky didn't know what to say. She looked around, hoping to find something to talk about, but nothing was found.