[center][h1][color=limegreen][u]Beth Carson[/u][/color][/h1][/center]

Sleeping soundly, Beth rolled over on her bed, balancing precariously on the edge for just a moment before gravity won out and sent her to the floor in a jumble of blankets.  Of course, the impact woke her up pretty quickly, which was obvious from the soft moan she let out as she struggled to free herself from her fluffy trap.  Once she was free, she stood and stretched before she gathered up her blankets and tossed them back onto the bed, yawning as she did so.

Unfortunately, she had been dealing with nightmares ever since the incident the week before, which meant that she hadn’t been getting the best sleep.  Usually, she would toss and turn for a few hours before jolting awake in a cold sweat, the phantasmal sensation of claws or teeth digging into her skin lingering beyond the dream.  Absently, Beth hoped that she wasn’t bothering her roommate, whom she still hadn’t really met, with her nightmares as she went about getting dressed, tossing her pajamas onto her bed.

Once she was dressed in her blue and black flannel shirt and a pair of simple blue jeans, not to mention her regular green and black sneakers, Beth left the dorm and made her way towards the lounge, figuring that there might be something that she could do there to take her mind off the memories of the nightmare she had had while napping and what had happened the week before.

Beth spotted Michelle sitting on the couch, arms crossed and looking more than a little miffed, almost immediately after she stepped foot in the lounge.  On a whim, Beth decided to see if she wanted to do anything, and so she made her way over to the couch.  Thankfully, there weren’t that many people around to hinder her progress, so it wasn’t long before she climbed up onto the couch next to the massive woman.

[color=limegreen]”Hey, Michelle,”[/color] Beth said, giving the Amazonian woman a smile.  [color=limegreen]”How have you been?  I haven’t seen you around all week.”[/color]  As she spoke, she noticed the massive frame of the meathead, Titus, from the week before talking to Diego, Lupe, and Cassidy before Diego pulled out a guitar and started playing, the fringes of the melody reaching Beth’s ears despite the noisy atmosphere of the lounge.