Best Combination Ever [Cam]

nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + @nguyen + @tagged2 + Whhhy are my starter posts always so short?! +

For a first time mover to anywhere, Eirlys wasn't exactly the most happiest person when she had to move her very few boxes inside the room that she would have to share with someone. The idea didn't repulse her as much as the two or three boxes of belongings, really the only thing she was hoping for was a roommate that wouldn't drive her up the wall. Yet saying that was an overstatement considering she really didn't care enough about to actually warrant any interest in people. Living with someone was going to be like passing someone in the hallway to her. Or at least, that's how she thought it would go. After shoving her heaviest box in next to one of the two beds, Eirlys had returned to the hall to gather the next. A small box but still fairly heavy thanks to its contents (small weights that she could sneak through airport security basically). That one was placed on top of the larger box which held all her clothes and extra things like bags and extra shoes. The third box was the easiest considering it only held two items but as she picked up her lightest burden, Eirlys' grey eyes fell on a rather... shady looking individual. A dorm resident most likely but the girl's messy appearance would often say otherwise. But who was Eirlys to judge? She was probably going to move into the dorms just like she was, the idea that the dark haired girl might actually be her roommate totally slipped from her mind as she turned on her heel and brought her last box in.

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i'm half alive

stop living half a life

Nguyen shuffled along the edge of the dormitory's beige walls, somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Her body was numbed with exhaustion and she was barely aware of the thermos of scalding hot and sable-black coffee she had clipped onto her belt loop thumping against the side of her leg as she stumbled towards room 101. She felt as if her body was being manipulated by marionette strings, because she certainly didn't have the energy reserves to move herself after the last, sleepless 48 hours of her life. She felt like an exposed nerve-ending. She felt really fucking tired.     As a dribble of drool crept its way out of the corner of her mouth and her packages nearly slipped from the crook of her elbow, she regarded another girl with dead-fish-eyes and a sort of low zombie moan that might've meant hello, then she fumbled to open her thermos and pour a cup (or bowel) of coffee into the lid. She took a sip and stared at the first two dorm rooms on either side. The one adjacent to the room the girl had just retreated into was number 100, which meant she'd be living with whoever that was. After a few moments of staring at the identifying plaques declaring "100" and "101" in bold font, this registered, and she shuffle-stumbled into the other room.     She pushed past the other girl and dropped her boxes at the floor of the bed farthest away from the door--literally dropped, knick-knacks and sketchbooks and video games and an a tiny American flag and a Stitch plushie all piling out onto the floor from one of the disturbed ones. She set down her backpack on the bed and unstrapped her casio's carrier from her back and set it against a wall, before flopping to the floor with an exhausted moan and taking another sip of coffee. Maybe it was the coffee that was manipulating her and not the marionette strings, after all! She closed her eyes.     After a second's breath, she glanced over at her new roommate--who was white? She honestly hadn't been expecting that, being in Japan. Maybe she was an exchange student, too? She gave the girl a wry smile.     "Hiya."

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