[center][h3][color=Teal]Rozalia Éathliel[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Room; then Campus 
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Vivian Corette[@Altered Tundra][/center][hr][hr]
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[color=Teal]"You're kidding me... it's morning already?"[/color] Roze groaned to herself, holding an arm over her eyes as her irritating alarm clock alerted her to the start of the day. After a good few years of no school or responsibilities at her Dad's fancy beach house, sleep-ins had been normal. She'd hadn't had to wake up early in [i]so damn long.[/i] And her body was not taking the change well.
[color=Teal]"It's gonna be a long ass day."[/color]

Eventually dragging herself out of her hammock, she began blasting loud music through her earphones to wake herself up. Probably not too healthy for the eardrums, but Roze wasn't particularly wanting to still be half-asleep on her first day of class. Which happened to be...
"Power Management. Fabulous. So much for keeping my powers quiet." She muttered to herself as she stared at her timetable. After the party on the first night of her arrival, Roze had pretty much explored the campus rather than make friends - that would be a job to begin when class started - so that meant for everyone else, her parents were a mystery. Her time was also taken up with her sleeping arrangements.

When it came to sleeping, Roze was particularly picky. She hated sleeping on the floor, or close to the floor. So, although the bed given to her was comfy as hell, it was no good. She'd been known to sleep in trees in the past, simply just to get that weightless feeling. She supposed it came from having Poseidon as her Dad and loving water - sleeping underwater had been bliss, and she would have stayed there had it not been for her less than friendly step-mother and brother.

So, after a few nights of restlessness (And one in a tree outside of her dorm; that hadn't been too bad, had it not been from the nasty awakening in the morning from a group of spiders, and the scrapes and bruises she'd sustained in the subsequent fall from the tree. Still - better than dealing with those 8-legged horrors.), Roze had finally gone to the nearby town and purchased a hammock. It fit nicely in her bedroom, and Roze could finally get comfortable at night. And, as it happened, also too comfortable in the morning.

Once her face was washed, teeth brushed, and hair tamed, Roze felt far more awake when it came to picking her outfit of the day. Power Management sounded like it wasn't going to be in a stuffy classroom, rather a gym. So, that meant converse, not boots. Pairing her [url=http://www.softmoc.com/Items/images/549736C_XXX.jpg]shoes[/url] with some [url=http://asset1.marksandspencer.com/is/image/mands/SD_01_T57_6357_Y0_X_EC_90?$PDP_PROD_IMAGE_IPAD$]black skinny jeans[/url], a [url=http://evanwebsterink.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/American-Apparel-Fine-Jersey-Racerback-Tank-Dress-Female-Black.jpg] black tank[/url] and an[url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8b/8c/d7/8b8cd736db55f33a98657a6cf7465b58.jpg] open flannel shirt[/url], Roze was ready for the day. After some dithering, she also put in some contact lenses before hurriedly whacking on some eyeliner and concealer.
Grabbing a muffin and throwing a couple of bottles of pepsi in her backpack - along with other essentials like her iPod, and a writing pad: Did you take notes in power class? Would there be homework and tests? Gods only knew - Roze was out of the door with quite a while to spare before her first lesson.

[color=Teal]"Speaking of... where in the hell is it?"[/color] Roze muttered to herself as she walked out of the apartment building. Out of all of the exploring of the campus, the last thing she'd thought to look for were classrooms. Naturally.
After wandering around for a bit, Roze eventually figured that it was time to ask for directions. She noticed one of the Apollo kids - Vivian, she thought her name was - sat alone on one of the benches, so she headed in that direction, disarming and yet mischievous grin already in place.
[color=Teal]"Hey. Sorry to bother you, I'm just a little lost. Do you have the Power Management class next, by any chance?"[/color] She asked the sunny, blonde girl before her.




[center][h3][color=Powderblue]Peter Sköjare[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Room; then Campus
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] No-one at the moment[/center][hr][hr]

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Peter's alarm had began blaring at 7AM, but he was already wide awake. As often happened when he went to a new place, his insomnia had kicked in pretty quickly. With a disturbing lack of his usual medication (He hadn't risked going into the nearby town to get some just yet; paranoia, most likely brought on by the lack of sleep), he'd been forced to use a much more traditional knocking-out remedy; whiskey.

This had led to some splitting headaches, withdrawal from his meds, staying in his room for all hours and one hell of a messed up sleep schedule. Now that classes were approaching, he'd sorted out his sleep schedule as much as could - it still hadn't stopped him from waking up at 4AM, leaving him pacing restlessly about his apartment until 6 o'clock had come around. With the sun up and people going to be awake in no time anyways, he'd finally been able to sit down and play his piano.
The keys had instantly soothed his frantic mind, and despite his light hand tremors, he was able to make Pachelbel's Canon in D spring to life before him.

By the time his alarm had gone off, he'd removed his restlessness and was actually enjoying a liquid with no ethanol at all in it: Coffee. It did wonders for the sleep deprivation. Switching off the irritating buzz, Peter donned his jacket and headed out of his apartment. It was a mild sort of day, the chill of the dawn still lingering in the air. Zipping up his jacket, Peter winced as left the building, the morning sun swiftly making his headache worse. Putting on his sunglasses, he looked around, wondering what to do. It was a bit before his Greek Mythology class started.
 
[color=Powderblue]"Mythology? Of course that's a subject here. We get to hear about all the fucked-up things our parents have done."[/color] Peter muttered to himself, shaking his head as he walked. [color=Powderblue]"Wonderful."[/color] He added in a sardonic tone.