The noise! Oh, the god awful noise! Eddie wished more, now than ever, that she could delve into her art-world and chill out with some hot guy she drew up – ah, drool! Eddie quickly wiped it away and peeked up, hoping her roommate didn’t see. Why did she have to get the rebellious roommate with...that [i]thing[/i] she calls an instrument. Eddie sighed and tried to block out the noise while focusing on the lines of her painting. 

It was a [url=http://image.minitruckinweb.com/f/lyfestyle/1003mt_artist_profile_clark_north/27654067/1003mt_03_%2Bartist_profile_clark_north%2Bjapanese_art.jpg]painting[/url] she has always drawn when bored, mindlessly making the lines that she has made a million of times before. One time, she visited the painting, and talked to the dragon depicted in it with whom she named Smaug, after the dragon from [i]The Hobbit[/i]. Eddie grinned at the thought of Smaug and wished she could press her fingers into the painting and become one with it; but, alas, she did not know if the girl before her was one of her kind or...the regular kind. Eddie’s eyes travelled to the alter...she probably wasn’t the regular kind.

With her distaste out of mind, drowned out by the irritating noise called music, Eddie could feel her stomach growling beneath her clothes and she wondered if she would have time to get lunch. But, still. [i]The Roommate[/i] might do something while she’s gone. What was her name, anyways? Has she introduced herself?

“What’s your name?” Eddie said, a bit too quietly, and so she scrambled off the bed so the girl could hear her, but her foot caught on the sheet and she tumbled off. Her cheek smacked into the floor and her legs bent awkwardly behind her, partially still on the bed. Eddie stood up quickly, glancing at the bed to make sure nothing spilt, before returning to her previous task, her face impassive though her innerself was screaming curses at her.

“Oi! Emily Strange, what’s your name?” She yelled over the music, her voice straining since she wasn’t used to shouting this way.