Post by Moriko Byrne on Jan 20, 2018 1:19:10 GMT -5
A muted click pings out into the hallway, followed by a soft sigh. A short, brown haired girl stands right outside a closed door. She's dressed in soft, flannel pajamas. They're a plaid mixture of teal, white and gray. It's a two piece ensemble, the top being a button down and the pants held up by a draw string. Despite it being pretty chilly out in the hallway, her feet are bare.
Staring down at the handle in her grip, Moriko leans her head against the door to her dorm room. It's another night where her roommate hasn't shown up. At all. She's not sure if she's offended her, or upset her in any way, but she finds herself unable to sleep due to her worry. Slowly, she loosens her grip on the handle, eventually letting her hand slip off of it. Both her arms dangle limply at her sides, her forehead pressed against the door. Her unfocused eyes takes in the faint gleam of the door knob, even if her mind doesn't fully register it.
What do I do? she wonders, her thoughts churning with uncertainty.
It's been at least an hour since lights out. The dorm mother patrols the halls at night, making sure that the girls aren't attempting to sneak out or break any rules. Moriko had heard her footsteps pass by her room earlier, so it'll be some time before she passes through the first year's floor again. She's still got the second year and third year floors to patrol as well, after all. With this knowledge in mind, Moriko decides to go for a walk. Maybe grab a drink of water or something to snack on. Most anything will do, as long as it's not her staring at the ceiling of her darkened room, awaiting sleep that won't come.
Pushing off of the door, Moriko glances down both ends of the hallway. There's not a soul in sight. Granted, the hallway bends around a corner not all that far up ahead, but still. It seems like she's the only one awake. Being careful to step lightly on the polished, hardwood floors, Moriko starts to head towards the bend in the hallway. She's still lost in thought, pondering over her problem.
Why am I so bad with talking to people? she thinks despondently. She really can't fathom it. But, it seems that whenever she attempts to have an extended conversation with someone, things tend to go awry.
Slowly, she approaches the corner of the hallway. So focused on her thoughts is she, that she fails to notice anything else that might be going on around her. Not that she feels like she needs to pay much attention to her surroundings anyway, it being so late at night and all.
Staring down at the handle in her grip, Moriko leans her head against the door to her dorm room. It's another night where her roommate hasn't shown up. At all. She's not sure if she's offended her, or upset her in any way, but she finds herself unable to sleep due to her worry. Slowly, she loosens her grip on the handle, eventually letting her hand slip off of it. Both her arms dangle limply at her sides, her forehead pressed against the door. Her unfocused eyes takes in the faint gleam of the door knob, even if her mind doesn't fully register it.
What do I do? she wonders, her thoughts churning with uncertainty.
It's been at least an hour since lights out. The dorm mother patrols the halls at night, making sure that the girls aren't attempting to sneak out or break any rules. Moriko had heard her footsteps pass by her room earlier, so it'll be some time before she passes through the first year's floor again. She's still got the second year and third year floors to patrol as well, after all. With this knowledge in mind, Moriko decides to go for a walk. Maybe grab a drink of water or something to snack on. Most anything will do, as long as it's not her staring at the ceiling of her darkened room, awaiting sleep that won't come.
Pushing off of the door, Moriko glances down both ends of the hallway. There's not a soul in sight. Granted, the hallway bends around a corner not all that far up ahead, but still. It seems like she's the only one awake. Being careful to step lightly on the polished, hardwood floors, Moriko starts to head towards the bend in the hallway. She's still lost in thought, pondering over her problem.
Why am I so bad with talking to people? she thinks despondently. She really can't fathom it. But, it seems that whenever she attempts to have an extended conversation with someone, things tend to go awry.
Slowly, she approaches the corner of the hallway. So focused on her thoughts is she, that she fails to notice anything else that might be going on around her. Not that she feels like she needs to pay much attention to her surroundings anyway, it being so late at night and all.
