In the long, heavily populated hallways of Starlight Academy's dorms, a girl rolled a suitcase along, humming to herself as she went. Her suitcase was large, fairly new, and yet still well-worn, as if it had seen a lot of travel in not a lot of time. The deep purple sheen of the suitcase was contrasted by the plain brown of the backpack strapped to it with bungee cords, positively stuffed until it was fit to burst. Over her shoulder, the girl carried one more bag, a black trash bag, double-layered, and stuffed with all manner of clothes that she just couldn't fit in the two bags that her plane had allowed her. Like, seriously, did they understand how hard it was to move in somewhere when you only get two bags?
She had spent the previous night meticulously stuffing each object at just the right angle so that it took up as little space as possible. The result was the most well-packed suitcase this world has ever seen, and one that Coraline had painstakingly recorded herself packing so that she could remember just how to pack her things if ever she needed to leave.
Wrapped around her shoulder, trailing at her waste, was a brown handbag, which was also stuffed full of miscellaneous objects not at all suited to being in a handbag, but these were... Different. The materials inside were very strange indeed, small bottles and jars of exotic substances, a small hand mirror, a few candles and matches, and pouches of salt, carefully wrapped so that they would not break free of their bindings without excessive force.
As she reached the door to her room, she did not slow. She stepped right into it, her foot passing through harmless, stepping straight through the door and into the room. With a loud smack, Coraline's luggage crashed to the floor outside the door, having collided with it and falling to the ground. Coraline, realizing her mistake, opened the door from the inside, her eyes slanted with frustration as she dragged her stuff inside.
In the small living area, she spotted a fully furnished kitchen as she dragged her supplies along, actually floating in the air with the effort of moving everything along. She finagled her way into the door of the room that would be hers, the first door to the left, so that there was one more room further to the left of her, and two to the right. Inside the room, she dropped her stuff on the bed, noting that it wasn't a cheap mattress. Indeed, not much here was cheap. The room had its own bathroom, which was amusing to Coraline, but she supposed there was no cause for them to simply remove one for her.
At the foot of her bed, adjacent to the windows, was a desk, with a chair in front of it.
"Neat." She said, setting her handbag upon it. She hung her jacket from the hook on the wall, and examined the room further. To her right, two dressers, void of any contents, and before her, a large window that dominated the landscape. She pulled the curtains shut. It was way too bright in here. In the middle of the room was a table, which had already been set with a few folding chairs that Coraline's parents had ordered, the kind that were made of bungee cables and bounced when you sat in them. Kid stuff. Coraline hardly even needed to sit anymore. She floated over to the bathroom door and passed through the door. Huh. Pretty nice. One of those fancy shower/tub combos, a sink, and a toilet. She probably wouldn't spend much time in this room. She floated back through.
She unpacked quite quickly, excited to be here as she was, and in mere minutes, her dressers were filled with her clothes, the bed was made with her own sheets and blankets, tucked so tight you'd think she'd never sleep in it. Sh left the decorations for later, when she was more settled in, and floated through the door and into the living area. Nobody had shown up yet. Floating through the room lazily, she stopped in the small common area that separated their rooms from the kitchen, sitting down in one of the sofas and lounging upon it for a moment. She looked around. Two sofas were met in the middle by a coffee table, each having an end table bearing a lamp. Quite fancy. She looped up through the air and deposited herself in the kitchen.
It was a kitchen. Counter, sink, fridge, stove, microwave, dishwasher, the whole nine yards. She opened the cupboards and was glad to see that the school had provided them with dishes. Floating back through the room, she sorta just hung out by the ceiling, surveying the place.
She had spent the previous night meticulously stuffing each object at just the right angle so that it took up as little space as possible. The result was the most well-packed suitcase this world has ever seen, and one that Coraline had painstakingly recorded herself packing so that she could remember just how to pack her things if ever she needed to leave.
Wrapped around her shoulder, trailing at her waste, was a brown handbag, which was also stuffed full of miscellaneous objects not at all suited to being in a handbag, but these were... Different. The materials inside were very strange indeed, small bottles and jars of exotic substances, a small hand mirror, a few candles and matches, and pouches of salt, carefully wrapped so that they would not break free of their bindings without excessive force.
As she reached the door to her room, she did not slow. She stepped right into it, her foot passing through harmless, stepping straight through the door and into the room. With a loud smack, Coraline's luggage crashed to the floor outside the door, having collided with it and falling to the ground. Coraline, realizing her mistake, opened the door from the inside, her eyes slanted with frustration as she dragged her stuff inside.
In the small living area, she spotted a fully furnished kitchen as she dragged her supplies along, actually floating in the air with the effort of moving everything along. She finagled her way into the door of the room that would be hers, the first door to the left, so that there was one more room further to the left of her, and two to the right. Inside the room, she dropped her stuff on the bed, noting that it wasn't a cheap mattress. Indeed, not much here was cheap. The room had its own bathroom, which was amusing to Coraline, but she supposed there was no cause for them to simply remove one for her.
At the foot of her bed, adjacent to the windows, was a desk, with a chair in front of it.
"Neat." She said, setting her handbag upon it. She hung her jacket from the hook on the wall, and examined the room further. To her right, two dressers, void of any contents, and before her, a large window that dominated the landscape. She pulled the curtains shut. It was way too bright in here. In the middle of the room was a table, which had already been set with a few folding chairs that Coraline's parents had ordered, the kind that were made of bungee cables and bounced when you sat in them. Kid stuff. Coraline hardly even needed to sit anymore. She floated over to the bathroom door and passed through the door. Huh. Pretty nice. One of those fancy shower/tub combos, a sink, and a toilet. She probably wouldn't spend much time in this room. She floated back through.
She unpacked quite quickly, excited to be here as she was, and in mere minutes, her dressers were filled with her clothes, the bed was made with her own sheets and blankets, tucked so tight you'd think she'd never sleep in it. Sh left the decorations for later, when she was more settled in, and floated through the door and into the living area. Nobody had shown up yet. Floating through the room lazily, she stopped in the small common area that separated their rooms from the kitchen, sitting down in one of the sofas and lounging upon it for a moment. She looked around. Two sofas were met in the middle by a coffee table, each having an end table bearing a lamp. Quite fancy. She looped up through the air and deposited herself in the kitchen.
It was a kitchen. Counter, sink, fridge, stove, microwave, dishwasher, the whole nine yards. She opened the cupboards and was glad to see that the school had provided them with dishes. Floating back through the room, she sorta just hung out by the ceiling, surveying the place.
