<div class="floatleft">(https://www.dnamodels.com/media/images/useruploaded/cache/181027_22_3.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Leena Guillen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271661#msg15271661)<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>Sep. 30th / 3ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Jo/Leena's Dorm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Old leather boots, jeans with a few natural tatters, a black t-shirt, and a slightly oversized black peacoat over it all<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>New "home"<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>preparing her part of the room<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Leena had been shown a list of rooms earlier, before finding her way to the high tea, and she had pointed one out and even been given a key. But when one of the footmen went to take her bags for her she nearly took a swing at him, before running off in the opposite direction. At least she had covered her tracks by yelling back that she still had her map and mouse ears from the ticket booth, so she would be fine on her own.<br/>Though now that she was wandering around the halls of the castle, trying to find the right room by chance, she was wishing that she had at least let the guy show her the way earlier.<br/><br/>Trying to balance her duffel bag on her back, her backpack on her front, and her tray of liberated cakes in one arm, while also sticking her room key in every lock she could find, was proving a less than simple task. At first she had been carefully trying to wiggle the key in, every time she found a new door to try. But after about six locks that she couldn't turn, she was now nearly frantically jamming her key in lock after lock. Part of her sure that they had already changed them in the process of kicking her out.<br/><em>"Because how many different keys can one castle possibly have!?"</em><br/><br/>But finally there was a click and her heart nearly felt like it would pop right out of her chest. She wasted no time in scrambling inside and practically slamming the door shut behind her, before clicking the lock closed again.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what to make of the room at first. Sure it was nicer than her room at home. Hell, if you consider that month she and her sister had to use the showers at the community center, when their toilet exploded, this room was better than her whole house.<br/>And right off the bat, she could see the perfect spot for herself.<br/><br/>Without another moment of hesitation she dashed across the room and scrambled up the stairs to the top bunk. The bed was incredibly soft and already made up with very fine blankets, that would remain fairly clean as she took her sleeping bag off her backpack and rolled it out over the top of everything. Then she grabbed the rest of her backpack and dove headfirst inside of the sleeping bag, becoming no more than a large lump near the bottom, that would move now and then.