[@Zerofighter][@Framing A Moose]

She didn't really see why women made such a fuss over their outer appearance, so the concepts of fashion and beauty were more or less alien to her.  Then again, this was a woman who sulked around dressing as though she had a funeral procession to attend, or a Halloween party for that matter.  As if it wasn't apparent, Elysia was perturbed by the sudden intrusion, more so when she discovered that incompetent maid had just freely given over her room key to a random stranger, well...not technically a stranger.

A simple nod was the dark beauty's greeting to Orion beside her before returning to Melaina leaning in the doorway with a bothersome sigh and massaging her temples with the tips of her slender fingers.  [color=a187be]"I suppose either would do nicely, Melaina, but I'm still not happy with you just barging into my room without my permission.  Even so, I guess if you wish you can stay here."[/color]  Elysia, she tried to sound stern, but her soft spoken demeanor only served to ease the severity of her words.

She pushed herself from the frame of the door, sauntering into the room and setting her case on the bed, unfastening the latches and unpacking most of her clothing.  As typical, from the coffin shaped carry-on was produced a menagerie of dark threads and morbid attire, gothic Victorian style dresses and some trendy, modern day clothing that still had a macabre motif.  In her suitcase as well, her cherished violin, a few of her books, and a bottle of finely aged red from her native Tuscany, such a sweet and bitter taste, for stress relief of course.

[color=a187be]"Now then."[/color]  She spoke while settling in, rather punctual.  [color=a187be]"If we are to work together through this entire competition, then I suggest we choose a leader for our supposed team.  I would volunteer myself, but seeing as Orion suggested the idea, he should be a prime candidate for leadership."[/color]