<br/><strong>Character: Rachel (Raven)<br/>Location: Room #2 / Room #11 / Dorm Hallway<br/>Tag: Dawn (Dove)</strong><br/><br/>It was getting late … Rachel stared into the mirror; like she'd been doing for the past fifteen minutes.  Looking for anything that might be out of place … the smallest strand of hair, the smallest makeup smudge.<br/><br/><em>Are my eyes different colors?</em>, she thought to herself… shortly there after turning away from the mirror all together. She'd manipulated people into falling in love with her before, even did her best to return the feelings of others. However, this was different from those things, because she didn't know the outcome.<br/><br/>Earlier yesterday she'd taken a couple blocks worth of the city's emotions … it screwed with her head; but ultimately she learned several important things about herself. The most important of which centered around Dawn.<br/><br/>Dawn hadn't left Rachel's mind since they'd first meet outside the tower … even in all the insanity of yesterday, she was still there. Rachel knew in her heart that this wasn't a simple friendship … things don't happen as quickly as they did for a simple friendship. However, the thought of voicing those feelings … making herself vulnerable like that; scared her more than her father.<br/><br/>That was until she felt what it was like … to love someone and be loved in return. It was worth the risk of rejection, that is what saturday had taught her.<br/><br/>She didn't know where she was heading with Dawn … maybe it would last forever … maybe  Dawn would slam the door in her face.<br/><br/>Rachel made her way over to the door, her shoulder length hair in perfect order, pristine makeup, a blue tank top paired with a black skirt and stockings, topped off with a pair of small heels.  A look that took the better part of two hours to perfect, while she didn't own a piece of clothing that could be considered seductive; she took the extra time in hopes that she's at least illicit the reaction she'd hoped for from Dawn.<br/><br/>Without farther delay, she knocked on the door to room #11 … her stomaching in knots for the pending 'talk' she'd promised Dawn. Once that door opened, she was an open book to Dawn … that was her promise; and she would keep it.