<div class="floatright">(http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/Angelia+Normal.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Angie Hart<br/><strong>Current Location: </strong>Angie's Apartment - Suite 1604<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>None yet.<br/><br/>Angie gave a contented sigh as she placed the last stack of books on the shelf in her study. As she passed from the study into the hallway then into the living room, Frédéric Chopin poured soothingly from the iPod speaker dock she'd placed on the entryway table. The electrician had been by earlier to hang her faux crystal chandelier in the living room. It was beautifully restored and looked almost real, but the honest truth was that she'd picked it up at a garage sale for eighteen dollars. While he was there she managed to convince him to install her flat screen television on the wall as well. Sheets had been covering the furniture as he worked, and she now felt the plaster dust from the ceiling had settled enough to remove them. First the couch, then the demilune, then the pair of matching blue chairs. Finally she moved to the piece directly under the chandelier. With more of a flourish this time, she tugged gently and the sheet slid smoothly off the black polished surface of her pride and joy. A well kept baby grand piano. It was her most valued possession, and not just due to its cost - to her it was priceless. It meant so much to her to have it here with her, that it didn't really matter that she could hardly play the thing.<br/><br/>She sat down at the instrument and lifted the cover. With delicate white fingers, she played one note at a time, slowly plinking out a familiar melody. She cleared her throat and sang the words that accompanied it. "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars." She could almost smell her father's aftershave as she remembered how he'd dance around the living room holding her in his arms. Her paternal grandfather would sit at this very piano and play for them as they danced. Later she learned to harmonize, and she and her father would sing it as a duet. As she was lost in reverie, her fingers stumbled over the keys. She sighed and closed the cover. If only she'd spent more time learning to play. She made a mental note to try to make friends with someone from the music department. It shouldn't be hard to find a good piano teacher at this university.<br/><br/>She took a final glance around the living room and collected the sheets that had been protecting her furniture. Without even intending, her footsteps danced along to the tempo of the Chopin étude currently playing as she waltzed the bundle of sheets into the laundry room. She dropped them in a heap in the corner and stepped back into the hallway. She folded her hands and looked around at her new home now that the unpacking was finally finished. It had taken her nearly a week to get everything just right, but now, it was the most lovely place she'd ever lived. She took a few moments to relax and poured herself a glass of Thai Iced Tea.<br/><br/>She swung open the doors to her private deck and leaned on the railing sipping her tea as she went. The deck was devoid of furniture and she decided to look into having a pair of wicker or bamboo armchairs and a matching coffee table delivered in from the mainland. Surely it wouldn't be as difficult as getting her grandfather's piano here. Now THAT had been an ordeal. As she mused, the salty air wafted in on the breeze and she inhaled deeply. From her 16th floor perch, she could see students as tiny specks scurrying about. Some pushed carts full of possessions, others lugged duffel bags and boxes around. Growing in number was the amount of people who had either finished moving or given up on unpacking in order to make their way to the private stretch of beach. It was becoming a sea of colorful towels and umbrellas. From somewhere down below, she could hear the steady 'wub wub' of bass from many angles. It was a cacophony.<br/><br/>Despite the beautiful ocean view, Angie still let out a heavy sigh. As much as she longed to join the revelers on the beach, she still had work to do. It was getting late, and she needed to check in at the clinic. There was no telling how many students would hurt themselves lugging around tons of personal effects. Sure enough, the music stopped and was replaced by her cell phone's chirping as if on cue. It was a text from the Clinic's PAT System. (Personnel Alert Text)<br/><br/>She walked back inside and picked it up to find the words "You are needed at the clinic." in a small bubble on her phone. She turned off the speakers and put the phone into her pocket. In one final swig, she finished her beverage and set the glass upside down in the sink.<br/><br/>It took her a few more minutes to collect her purse, briefcase, and lab coat before she set off. Despite the fact that the elevators served an exceptionally high volume of students going up, it was pretty easy for her to catch one going down. She was accidentally jostled a few times by frantic students on her way out of the building but she met each bump with an understanding smile and in most cases got an apology.<br/><br/><strong>&lt;Moving to Sakura Fubuki University Thread.&gt;</strong><br/>