"Well now, now that that's over, I think I should... I don't know. I really should study but I can't for life of me concentrate..." Lee started mumbling as she walked out of the room. Her destination was a bit unclear at this moment as she prattled on to herself, in a soft quiet tone. Debating the things she could do, she went through a large number of things, just to find something that could possibly take up her attention and enthuse her. She waved a slight bye as she left the room, quietly following Melissa. She stopped and looked up at her sorority sister.<br/><br/>"You know I have an extra controller if you feel like some silly games at anytime, regardless you know you can play on my console anytime right?" she mentioned softly to Melissa before the girl retreated fully into her room. She sighed softly and then went to her room, deciding she should partake in some laundry. Luckily the house had it's own hookups, and all they had to provide was the soap. All of these girls, including Lee were lucky to live in such a well maintained building, and have many services provided to them thanks to previous alumni. As she gathered her clothing, she paused and looked over her room.<br/><br/>There was a sort of emptiness to her room she could never understand, but at times she played it off to her loneliness. Despite having plenty of friendships in this house and outside of it, and despite having family. She always felt alone, regardless of if she was in a relationship or not as well. There was this tiny nagging at the back of her skull, like at this time, that always made her feel so much more lonely. She sighed heavily and finished gathering her dark and colored clothing into one basket and her whites into another. Stacking them on top of each other, and then she threw her detergent and dryer sheets on top of the basket. She had a bit too much for clothing, always hanging on to old pieces, sometimes just for nostalgia sake. Some of them were from previous boyfriend's, like the black pullover hoodie with a wrestling team logo on it, that hung in her closet now.<br/><br/>Things gave her comfort, in what seemed like a large and lonely world to her at sometimes. She suspected that everyone had to be lonely at least once in their life, some more than others. She gave a second once over of her room, concluding that after her laundry was done that she should do some reorganizing. She sighed and walked out of her room, closing her door behind her by hooking her foot around it and pulling it forwards. The two baskets were quite full, and she had a slight worry about traveling down two flights of stairs with them, but she was also used to doing it at the same time. "I hope no one has any laundry in the machines... I have a lot to do." She was right about that, she had at least two loads worth of darks and colors, some of them were towels, and then one load of whites.<br/><br/>Walking to the steps she passed the other girls rooms, giving them slight glances. Some of the girls had their doors decorated, and then on the inside was nice decor and furniture. Lee had basics, all of her money was piled into her computers and her gaming systems. Although she always wanted to play decorator with her room, she never got around to doing it. Posters of handsome game characters, stuffed animals, pillows, a nice ergonomic computer chair were enough for her right now. Only by knowing the house to well, was she able to realize she reached the first set of steps. She carefully placed one foot in front of the other as she walked down, her feet and toes feeling out for the steps as she descended.<br/><br/>She made the bottom step and she let out a sigh of relief. She needed to find some better way of transporting her loads of laundry to the basement. Until then, she would have to manage with this. It was easy maneuvering getting through the halls on the main level, especially in the kitchen. She had to turn on the basement light with an elbow but going down the stairs happened in a similar fashion, with a small detail being altered. When Lee reached the last step, she misjudged and was expecting another step. Instead her foot fell harder and faster than she needed and she fell. The baskets went skittering across the cement floor of the basement, and Lee sat there with her butt in the air and her head between her hands. She had purposely thrown her clothes to catch herself, and luckily she did, or else she would have had a nasty bump on her head.<br/><br/>She softly moaned, and cursed at herself for being so clumsy. Her ponytail hung to one side of her face as she wrapped her arms around her face and laid in a downward dog like position for a few moments. Luckily she didn't attract any attention to herself, because if she had, she would have succumbed greatly to embarrassment. Opening her eyes she sat up, on her knees and examined her arms, they had been scraped lightly, and on her left arm she looked at her untouched birthmark. It was the only thing on her body she didn't hate. Over the years she used so many excuses for the cool duo of white patches on her forearm, such as a scar from a fire, or a sign that she was a superhero. Even if it meant she was genetically different from others and this is what signaled it, she still loved them. There was a bit of red poking out on her elbows, "Huh... blood... oh well" both of her elbows appeared relatively scraped up, and her left one bled slightly. This didn't stop Lee from getting up and retrieving her laundry now though. She was careful though when she finally loaded her whites into the dryer (she always did them first) that her blood didn't get on any of the clothing. Giving a sigh she poured in the detergent and slammed the washer lid closed.<br/><br/>Lee left the rest of her clothes in the basement, trusting no one to take them in the house, and approached the kitchen sink. She turned on the faucet and grabbed a paper towel. She wet it and rubbed it gently over her scraped elbows, one at a time, using a bit of soap to clean them. After she finished she dried them with a new paper towel and then took her seat back at the kitchen counter. There she stared at her Art History book, like it was the last thing on earth she wanted to look at at the moment.