<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Dotley-Charlotte-03.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Charlotte Leroux (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271264#msg15271264)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th at 10am-ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>the Pink Room<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Pink Floral Dress & Matching Heels<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Pleased, Playful, Preening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Meet the Roomies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Gabby & Roslyn || Open<br/><hr/><br/>Charlotte smiled at the air kiss Gabby sent her way. That was much better than a cheek kiss or a handshake. Charlotte puckered her lips and send her own lazy kiss into the air. She tilted her head as she listened to Roslyn comment about shopping.<br/><br/><em>Shopping</em>? Good luck with that. Charlotte puckered her lips once more but said nothing as she continued to check herself in the mirror. This time she moved her lips to check her lipstick.<br/><br/>The shopping prospects weren’t just horrible. They were downright criminal!<br/><br/>She’d had spent the train ride to the school staring out the window with increasing alarm as steel and glass gave way to stone and grass. Dallban truly seemed smackdab in the middle of nowhere. While Charlotte had grown up on plantation grounds, she’d never lived far from a city. Her childhood home had been in the shadow of New Orleans. And NYC had just been a heel click away from Yale.<br/><br/>The shopping options would be few and far between. All Charlotte hoped for was that this dinky little town could receive deliveries.<br/><br/>She listened quietly as the other girls shared their majors. So, a chef and a...biochemist? Charlotte wasn’t a hundred percent sure on the latter one. She was relieved to see her roomies wouldn’t be her academic competitors.<br/><br/>Charlotte snapped her compact closed with a satisfied smile.<br/><br/>“Prelaw,” answered. “Political science. I transferred here from Yale.”<br/><br/>Charlotte took up from her bed and wandered over to check out the bathroom. She opened the door and took a peek inside.<br/><br/>“Are ya’ll more early birds or night owls? Fair warning, I need at least an hour in the bathroom to get ready in the morning, but I’ll wake up first so there’s not a line.”<br/><br/>Charlotte, obviously, was an early bird.