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</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Thank god they had free time! A few days of it, at that! She gave a sigh of relief; she had plenty of time to work on those dark circles that had formed beneath her makeup. Her flight had taken quite a bit out of her, and Anna needed desperately to recoup. When everyone was dismissed she hurried back towards the bus she rode in on, wobbling in her heels over the terrain in her rush.</span><br/><br/>[FONT=Didact Gothic, sans-serif]Hauling her bags was an ordeal in itself. She didn't even bother to watch and see who her new roommates were; she had three massive bags to not only remove from the heaps, but to drag all the way to the cabin! Anna grunted in exertion as she did, periodically switching between each of the big bags- and her rolling suitcase- to get them all to the cabin's front steps at roughly the same time... Her companions had already made it in, it would seem, given the young man lounging on the couch and the muffled sounds of movement up above. Anna had broken a sweat; her bags were nearly big enough to fit a person each, and it felt like dragging pounds of rocks. Maybe she had gone overboard with the packing... She didn't [/FONT]<i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">need</span></i>[FONT=Didact Gothic, sans-serif] her typewriter, did she? Or so many clothes? It was a little strange to her that everyone else had brought so little, but she supposed that they all might have packed for the minimum, while she came prepared for as much as she could. What if there was a black-tie dinner and they had to dress to the nines? Or what if it flooded and she had to change her socks seven times in a day? Well, okay, at that rate galoshes would have been ideal, but Anna hadn't been able to find a pair she liked before heading off to the camp. Every pair she'd ever worn always seemed to have a hole in it, somewhere. Or perhaps she'd always stomped a bit too hard in all those puddles. Either way, soggy feet were a persistent issue, and her lack of proper footwear for such an occasion was not going to deter her from being otherwise prepared.<br/><br/>She stopped in the main room of the cabin to catch her breath and to brush a stray lock of her blonde hair out of her face. Okay, one more set of stairs. "You got this, Anna," she whispered to herself- and with a deep breath and a puff of her chest, she grabbed the handles of her rolling suitcase and one of the giant bags to start dragging them once again, huffing tensely as her dainty frame worked all that luggage up to the second floor so she could hunt for the rooms.<br/><br/>There seemed to be a good mix of patrons in their specific cabin. The boy on the couch and the blond young man from the bus; it appeared as though the carsick chick had joined them, too. And one other girl. Some beds were already claimed; she found the designated ladys' room after a few minutes (having refused to ask for help from any of the various individuals she glimpsed in other areas), picked a bed in the coziest alcove of a corner that was still available, shoved her first massive bag beneath said bed, then kicked off her pumps so that she could descend the stairs with a bit more ease to grab her other two massive bags.<br/><br/>Anna briefly glanced to the gal in the red sweater. She seemed nice enough; she wondered, briefly, what had brought her to the camp. She then decided it wasn't any of her business and that getting her things all in one place was a much higher priority than pestering her new cabinmates. She gave the stranger a smile- one that was decidedly friendly, if not seriously exhausted and dreading the next third of the trip she had to take- before Anna left the room once more.<br/><br/>She wasn't exactly very tall without her shoes on, but she padded silently down the hall and stairs to get the rest of her things with the straight-shouldered confidence of the bubbly heiress she was, gazing idly about the rather tidy cabin as she went. At least she had the opportunity to get familiar with the layout. The more times she made the trip to and from the proper bedroom, the less likely her horrible sense of direction would find her awkwardly apologizing for entering the mens' rooms in her search. It wouldn't be the first time such a thing had happened to Anna. Her tendency to space out and let her legs carry her along found her in all sorts of situations that she would not have gotten into otherwise. [/FONT]