Isis had been wide awake throughout her plane ride and the bus ride, she'd had trouble sleeping without the aid of sleeping pills ever since that fateful night a year ago...every time she closed her eyes, she felt the blood all over her and saw her mother standing over her with a knife. Needless to say, sleep was not easily attained. Her eyes widened as she saw the extremely creepy castle looming ahead of them, lots of places that she could potentially get herself locked into, great, what had she gotten herself into? She was determined to give it her best shot, needed the money tremendously and hoped she could keep her wits about her. She walked off the bus and stood by the guy who'd gotten off the bus before her.<br/><br/>The 18 year old listened to the 'welcoming committee' and pouted just a bit, she didn't have a music player, but she had her books and sleeping pills and some clothes packed. Isis handed her bag over to the man and sighed, "Just keep it, I guess, the only things in it are books and stuff we can't have."<br/><br/>Her eyes moved over the others, her competition, and she actively had to remind herself that she wasn't here to make friends...which would be hard because she was pretty good at that. The others would only serve as distractions, but she was a people person and wasn't too fond of being alone for long periods of time. Isis followed the guy through the gates and waited for the others.<br/><br/><br/><br/>