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Vivian
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The campus was buzzing with students, some yelling at returning friends from across the campus and others wandering aimlessly, confused and lost at the scary college life, and there was Ilya, stuck with the suffocating false pep from a tour guide. "Here we have the dorms that you'll be staying in, some of you may already have your roommates unpacking," unnaturally high with a fake smile plastered onto her face. It almost made Ilya cringe, but she was too busy dying under the weight of her belongings.
At least give us some time to put our stuff somewhere. Ilya thought bitterly, following the other freshmen, already losing interest in the guide. While the woman's back was to her, Ilya made her escape, speed walking away from the crowd and quickly walking at a more reasonable pace. Look natural; she told herself reassuringly Tooootalllllly natural. She thought as she took out her phone, beaming to see several new notifications on the screen.
CreamPUFF: is she dead
Virus: no stfu shes probably lost the poor baby ━(◯Δ◯∥)━ン JUST NOT DEAD!!!!!!!!
Rook: She's Dead College Life Was too Much For Her
Rook: Where Will We Host Her Funeral
Virus: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) take it back rn you piece of shit
Rook: Make Me
CreamPUFF: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Ilya scrolled through the conversation, chuckling to herself as she made it to the dorms. To her luck, her roommate wasn't there, but clearly was here at some point, several posters crowding the room walls, a guitar that already irked her, and other things she didn't stick around long enough to examine. She tossed her back onto her mattress and retreated into the conversation, thankful for the advances in technology.
CreamPUFF: did she just seen zone us all
Virus: *crying* YAYA, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING
Virus: NO ONE IS BULLYING YOU ALREADY RIGHT?
Rook: Shes Being Murdered
YAYA: My phone is at like -- 2% can you all calm
CreamPUFF: are you being murdered
YAYA: No lol
Rook: Just What Someone Being Murdered Would Say I Rest My Case
Virus: im going to report your account if you dont stop rook
Rook: I Fucking Dare You
CreamPUFF: o shit
YAYA: Oh man, a brave one you are
CreamPUFF: o btw my friends room is 234 theyre pretty into video games hit em up if you get lonely loser
Just as the final message sent her phone's screen turned dark. "Finally crapped itself," she muttered, digging through her backpack and fishing out a charger, she was paranoid about leaving the room with her phone and other belongings in it. With a heavy sigh, she shoved the charger into her coat pockets along with her phone, picked up her backpack and pulled her beanie down just a little lower, grateful that it hid her messy hair better than her hood did.
"Map, map, map," she told herself, luckily they were everywhere, taped to the walls, or just there on the display. She regretted tossing out the packet she got in the mail, and not showing up for the orientation, but you reap what you sow after all. Giving the paper a look over and quickly locating the library she hurried off but was stopped in her tracks after bumping into another person. Crap.
"I'm sorry," she said nervously, her eyes darting around the area hoping no one else saw her blunder, some did, some didn't seem to care. I just wanted to charge my phone in the library.
At least give us some time to put our stuff somewhere. Ilya thought bitterly, following the other freshmen, already losing interest in the guide. While the woman's back was to her, Ilya made her escape, speed walking away from the crowd and quickly walking at a more reasonable pace. Look natural; she told herself reassuringly Tooootalllllly natural. She thought as she took out her phone, beaming to see several new notifications on the screen.
CreamPUFF: is she dead
Virus: no stfu shes probably lost the poor baby ━(◯Δ◯∥)━ン JUST NOT DEAD!!!!!!!!
Rook: She's Dead College Life Was too Much For Her
Rook: Where Will We Host Her Funeral
Virus: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) take it back rn you piece of shit
Rook: Make Me
CreamPUFF: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Ilya scrolled through the conversation, chuckling to herself as she made it to the dorms. To her luck, her roommate wasn't there, but clearly was here at some point, several posters crowding the room walls, a guitar that already irked her, and other things she didn't stick around long enough to examine. She tossed her back onto her mattress and retreated into the conversation, thankful for the advances in technology.
CreamPUFF: did she just seen zone us all
Virus: *crying* YAYA, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING
Virus: NO ONE IS BULLYING YOU ALREADY RIGHT?
Rook: Shes Being Murdered
YAYA: My phone is at like -- 2% can you all calm
CreamPUFF: are you being murdered
YAYA: No lol
Rook: Just What Someone Being Murdered Would Say I Rest My Case
Virus: im going to report your account if you dont stop rook
Rook: I Fucking Dare You
CreamPUFF: o shit
YAYA: Oh man, a brave one you are
CreamPUFF: o btw my friends room is 234 theyre pretty into video games hit em up if you get lonely loser
Just as the final message sent her phone's screen turned dark. "Finally crapped itself," she muttered, digging through her backpack and fishing out a charger, she was paranoid about leaving the room with her phone and other belongings in it. With a heavy sigh, she shoved the charger into her coat pockets along with her phone, picked up her backpack and pulled her beanie down just a little lower, grateful that it hid her messy hair better than her hood did.
"Map, map, map," she told herself, luckily they were everywhere, taped to the walls, or just there on the display. She regretted tossing out the packet she got in the mail, and not showing up for the orientation, but you reap what you sow after all. Giving the paper a look over and quickly locating the library she hurried off but was stopped in her tracks after bumping into another person. Crap.
"I'm sorry," she said nervously, her eyes darting around the area hoping no one else saw her blunder, some did, some didn't seem to care. I just wanted to charge my phone in the library.