<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a93/Chaos_Thingy/tumblr_m97rwds61j1reb338o10_1280.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Emma Wilson<br/><strong>Location:</strong> On her way to the dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table></div>Emma attempted to run but the combination of her skirt (http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a93/Chaos_Thingy/karen-millen-red-cute-colourful-skirt-product-3-4616762-436945614_large_flex.jpeg) and shoes (http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a93/Chaos_Thingy/cute-fashion-high-heels-red-Favimcom-581382.jpg) did not make it easy and if anything trying to run was slower than walking. She was nervous before but now knowing she was late she was terrified.<br/><br/>Her roomate had found the flyer and suggested that Emma might enjoy doing something other than play Diablo 3 during spring break. She knew her friend had other motives likely involving having the place free for a party.Her friend had persuaded her saying that she knew a few of the girls and they were nice, though her friends version of nice usually meant hot.<br/><br/>Emma was never great at meeting new people, sometimes saying things that were too geeky or just weird, she wondered just how many girls would turn up  and hoped she at least had something to talk about with them. She finally reached the door and got her breath back making a point to straighten up her skirt and t-shirt. (http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a93/Chaos_Thingy/now_it_is_time_to_panic_shirt-r2225b2cf5d6241158b639b8775dd1eeb_8nfl8_216.jpg) She was already late but she didn't want to look a mess too. When she was sure she was presentable she gingerly knocked on the door