<strong>Name: Arabelle "Belle" Masters</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Location: Office<br/>Doing: Unpacking<br/>Tagged:-</strong><br/><br/>Arabelle Masters was officially a procrastinator. School had been in session a week, and she was just now unpacking everything. She had been living day to day out of whatever box she happened to need at the time, not really ever having the want to, to completely unpack. A sigh came from her perfectly pouty lips, a hand running down her face as she contemplated where to put her miniature scale grandfather clock. It had been in the family for years, and she kept it in her space since it was handed down. Its friend (a gold candlebra) sat near her reading nook, a large bookshelf crammed with all sorts of novels and a large nest like seat.<br/><br/>Belle enjoyed her job, the people she got to work with were reward enough, but the results she saw out of students made the job very worthwhile. Her group this year was especially talented,  and she looked forward to the rest of the year with them. After finally getting frustrated enough to knot her fingers in her hair, she set the clock down on her desk, nodding once and turning back to the box she was unpacking before she had pulled the heirloom out.