<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 6th, late evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blackout<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting to know her roommate<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"He dies?"</strong>she asked, seeming completely unaware that there were multiple endings.<strong>"He didn't die, I've seen it like fifteen times. He survives and- and he writes his book and... The tape recorder plays and his wife hears what went on and... And she drops the box and that's how it ends."</strong>Tess seemed confused at the fact that movies could have alternate endings. Her eyebrows had furrowed as she replayed the ending in her mind, trying to figure out if she missed any sort of hint that he might have still been in the hotel.<strong> "No, he... He thought he was out, but it was a dream. And so he set the place on fire and... And he got rescued,"</strong>she mumbled to herself a bit, seeming to be trying to work things out.<br/><br/>As Blackout flopped down onto the bed, it caused Tessa to bounce slightly, breaking her from her own thoughts. Her furrowed brow softened and she smiled at Blackout's words. Her knees were blocking her sight of Blackout's stomach, which meant she didn't become distracted or embarrassed. She simply listened to her roommate's suggestions and smiled brighter at the offer of watching movies together, but didn't interrupt her.<strong>"That would be pretty awesome. I feel like I need to redesign myself now that I'm no longer forced to hide in the shadows,"</strong>she replied as she looked down at herself and the dark color of the pajamas she was wearing. She had always tried to keep from standing out, not wanting any attention on her so no one would figure out who she really was. She had kept to herself for so long, in fear that someone would find out she wasn't human. It made for a lot of lonely days and a lack of self-expression.<strong>"I really want to wear a dress. I haven't worn one since like... fifth grade, I think. I didn't even go to prom,"</strong>she added, knowing it was a big deal to a lot of people.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh!"</strong>she exclaimed, bouncing slightly as she remembered another horror movie.<strong>"The Conjuring! Super creepy. Did you see that one? I went straight to the Library to find out if Annabelle was real. Have you ever researched stuff like that? The amount of creepy things you find is too much to bear. Like, there's this haunted painting and anyone who owns it ends up getting severely ill or they start seeing it come to life or they die!"</strong><br/><br/>Tessa was what most would call strange. She hadn't had a normal life growing up and her mother had scraped to make ends meet while her stepfather took advantage of his situation. Tessa had never had access to extra income to go out or rent movies or even to have access to Netflix. All she had to entertain her was a tube TV and a radio. She had no tablet, no cell phone, and no internet access other than at school and the library.