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she sighs, deciding to go for a walk to take a look around and familiarize herself with the place, considering this was going to be home for the next couple of months she figured she may as well. alaska leaves her suitcase on the bed, figuring she can put her clothes up later. she found herself retracing her steps, slowly moving past the other rooms and taking a peek inside some of them. she came upon one, noticing a man with his head in his hands. her eyes narrow out of curiosity and also sadness for him, she didn't want to be here either, but what was one to do when it was the only other option you had to save yourself from the inevitable.<br/>
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she reaches out and knocks on the door with her knuckles, her hand retreating back down to her side as she leans against the door frame to elias' room. she eyes him, her angelic visage calming as it was welcoming, her lips part as words begin to spill from her.<b> "</b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><b>you okay?</b></span><b>"</b> alaska asks, knowing the answer to her question already. but that was the universal way of finding out if someone was truly okay. she would not cross the invisible line that separates his room to the hallway, not wanting to invade someone's privacy so she remains glued to where she stood, supporting her weight against the door jam. <b>"</b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><b>names alaska valdis, but you can call me rose if you prefer.</b></span><b>" </b>she shrugs, introducing herself and tossing her middle name out their since back home many people call her <i>'rose'. </i><br/>
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her head swivels to the side as she hears the bustling of the other addicts finding their rooms and settling in, her eyes studying a few faces as they fall into her line of sight. alaska's attention is then brought back to the man before her, wondering if he was even up to explore the house, since he didn't seem all that excited to be here - much less any of them. alaska wasn't either, but she knew it was for the best. she was no longer in denial about her addiction, so that was probably why it made it easier for her to accept this place and all it had to offer. she crosses her tatted arms over her chest, large breasts pressing together in the process, her eyes wandering about his room and noticing his too was just as elegant. <i>'this place has a knack for flashy shit.' </i><br/>
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