welcome to the [best?] years of our lives.

[Jay Trent Jessica & Zak [`A]!]

Jessica approached the elevator, a pink duffle bag on her shoulder, matching rolling suitcase in her right hand and her guitar in her left hand, she pressed the up arrow. "Crap. I still have to come back down and get the pop and stuff." she thought, just as the metal doors opened. Walking inside, the looked down at the little piece of paper that the secretary at the dorm arrangement desk gave her. She pressed the number '7' and the doors closed. Feeling the elevator shift a bit, indicating that it was moving, she made her way to the rear side of the elevator. Tapping her french-manicured nails against the metal railing along side the walls to pass the time. Finally, what seemed like hours later, the doors opened. Jessica walked down the corridor and eventually found her dorm. Taking her key out of her pocket, she opened the door and smiled the be greeted by the fresh scent of a cleaning substance. Moving forward a bit, she closed the door and locked it, not knowing if any of her dorm members were here yet. Looking around she said out loud to herself, "This could be a really good year."

Jessica took her bags that she had lazily set down right infront of the doorway and walked down the hallway, obviously holding the dorms. Looking in all of them, there was no sign of people, or luggage or anything. "Hm, looks like I'm alone." she stated, oh-so-obviously. Moments later she finally decided on taking the dorm room with the bay window that she could sit at and play her guitar. Walking fully into the room, Jessica was completely satisfied with her parents with this school, which they had claimed to be an amazing school. She set her guitar case on her new bay window and her luggage next to her bed. She smiled and pulled out her 'Strawberry' Chocolate phone. Dialing her home phone number she called her parents, wanting to let them know that they had done an amazing job on picking the place. "Hello?...Gabe, let me talk to mom, or dad... Gabe, I know they're there. Put them on the phone... GABRIEL PUT MOM ON THE PHONE... (pause).. Hey mom!.. Mhm. Yeah, it's amazing!.. Nope, I haven't met my dorm memebers yet... alright, I'm going to go unpack or something.. alright, tell dad I love him... Love you too, bye." she said, ending the conversation and sliding the phone back into her pocket. Jessica walked over to the window and removed her guitar from her case. She sat down and began strumming, loving the feeling of the strings against her fingers.

[Jak Kemp & Seb Mason]

Seb wondered through the hall ways. A thin piece of paper clutched in his hands. Looking at the number on the doors as he wondered on. "This is ridiculous," He uttered. Stopping a moment to take a better grip on the rather large duffle bag, on his left shoulder, that same arm pulling a rolling suitcase. Than, his right arm holding a black beat up guitar case. All the luggage was enough to make his stumble sum as he walked. The duffle bag strap sliding down his arm as he continued on.
And after an eternity of walking, or so to him it seemed. He made it to his dorm.

He set all his down next to the door, pulling the slender key from his back pocket that the overly rude lady at the front counter had given him. Sliding it into the door, he pushed it open. "Hello?" He called, as he re-placed the key back into his pocket and re-picking his things up. Walking in and closing the door with his foot. "Any one here?" He asked, walking around the entrance way. And, down a hall way with a few doors. Obviously the area with the rooms, He opened the first door, seeing a few things in it already. A room mate? He closed the door, than opened another, walking in and setting his stuff down. Looking about the room.

ooc; It's not good. I'm rushed. Sorry.

[Becca & Matt [admin]]

"Bloody hell, stupid bags." Matt muttered to himself as he finally wrestled free his roller suit case from the elevator's grasp. He looked again at his room key and at the passing dorm room doors. When he finally got to his, he stopped and looked around, trying to take this place all in. American schools are so different from London's Matt snapped out of his thought and put his key into the lock. "Here's to the next 180 days of my school year." After opening the door and taking his key out of the lock, he put all of his luggage down. He walked over, his guitar still slung over his back. "Hello, anyone here?" He walked over and opened the door to luggage. So I have roomies? Great, I have to claim a room. He walked down to the end of the dorm room hallway and opened a random door and placed his luggage on the bed.

He took a quick look around his room, not that he cared. He wouldn't be spending much time in this room anyways. He shuffled over to the living room, where he could hear voices and discovered a girl singing and playing an acoustic guitar. At least I won't keep people up with my music. He digged into his pants pocket and grabbed a french cigarette, one of the last of his stash. He lit it and walked over by a window and opened it, still listening to the girl play. She wasn't half bad, and he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed an orange soda. Draining it in one gulp, he started to use the can as his ash tray. He waited for the girl to finish before introducing himself.