Being alone in a room was quite... boring. Though Cesela wasn't much of a socialite, her polite attitude had always made it easy for people to get along with her at first. Though they never tended to hang around long because of her narrow mind, she was used to people coming and going as they please. She didn't really know what to do. She'd picked a bed, and was inclined to believe that meant her roommates, or at least one of them, should get first pick of storage. It was only a nice thing to do, right?
Sighing, she unzipped her single suitcase, checking again that everything was there despite double-checking earlier that morning. She'd only wanted to pack what she desperately needed. A couple of different outfits and a plastic bag of necessities. Toothbrush, toothpaste, that kind of thing. From the website, she'd seen that the school had a rather lax policy about leaving the grounds, so buying anything extra that she needed would be rather easy. She wasn't rich, by any stretch of the imagination, but her family was quite well-off. Although... Someone could probably tell that just by looking at her.
Time went by and she found herself staring at the window on the far end of the room. Boredom getting the better of her momentarily, she pondered about going over to the window. The girl hastily decided against it. The image of her roommate entering whilst she was looking out of the window, a lonely look on her face, was enough to make her want to barf.
'I'd much rather not experience such a cliche scene.'The click of the door and the sound of it being opened caught her attention. Finally, she'd have some company. He was rather young-looking, and Cesela came to the conclusion that he was younger than herself. Most likely not by much, but even so. As though amplifying that youthful appearance, he seemed quite happy. He looked to be around the same height as herself, and made a mental note to invest in some high heels. At first, the new body didn't seem to quite notice her, but when they did, the surprise on his face was enough to get a small laugh out of the girl.
Propelling herself off the top of the bunks, she hopped down to stand before him. His mannerisms were quite good, it seemed as though he had grown up in a well-off family, perhaps even wealthy. Taking his extended hand, she gave it a gentle shake. "
Cesela Woodlocke, the pleasure is all mine." She flashed him a tiny smile, "
I took the top bunk, I hope you don't mind. I haven't unpacked yet, so you can have your pick of storage." Reclaiming her hand, she gestured to the top of the bunk beds, where her open suitcase still sat. "
Do you need any help unpacking or anything? I don't really have much, so.."
It was a little awkward, trying to find something to say. But turning her back on him would be impolite. While Felix did seem like a friendly type, what was their relationship classed as? Strangers? Friends? Acquaintances? What were the boundaries? Would it be weird if she asked him to go shopping during their free time for things they didn't bring? Shaking her head slightly, as if to shake out the thoughts, she focused her attention back to her roommate. "
What year are you in? If you don't mind my asking."