<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Kitchen / Common Area</strong><br/><br/><br/>"I'm going to have to do something with these keys first.." She said, thoughtfully bouncing them in the palm of her hand. Making her way toward her luggage, she kneels down and digs into the front zip of her backpack. It takes a bit of digging, but soon she retrieves a little pouch embroidered with sequin, just the kind of pouch you'd expect a girl to have. Carefully dipping in, she pulls out a long thin strip of leather, which she then uses to string through her keys. It isn't much as far as necklaces go, but it's pretty ingenious, considering she doesn't own many outfits that feature pockets.<br/><br/>"This should do." Feeling rather proud of her minor accomplishment, she gives the key pendant a little pat before lugging her heavy duffel bag onto her shoulder, followed shortly by the backpack. "Now where's this room number 2?"<br/><br/>Jayne was eager to find a place to rest her luggage.  Now that everyone had begun filtering out into their own areas, she felt less easy just leaving all of her possessions out in the open. It wasn't that she didn't trust her housemates, but she had the kind of mind that liked to fret about loose ends that needed tying. There was also something to be said about feeling completely settled in. Hopefully Xavier and Leda were a little bit closer toward finding their own set of keys.<br/><br/>Lucky for her, the room was marked She notices that the  door is ajar and makes her way in, whistling candidly.