Mystery at Woodcreek Institute

[NotAllThatCreative]

It was the beginning of a new year at this simple little university. In fact, this was her last year and Kiera couldn't be more excited for it. She was finally going to graduate with more opportunities in front of her. This was what she had been working on for eight long years; now, it was finally reaching an end. While these long years were enjoyable, she was ready to move on and do new things with her time.

The young woman shifted her bag on her shoulder and exited the taxi, looking around. So many younger students were arriving, most looking rather panicked. An amused huff escaped her as she walked to where some students were lined up to get the keys to their dorm room.

"Name?" Kiera could tell that this young man was simply exhausted from dealing with scrambling freshmen all morning.

"Kiera Elrod."

"3rd floor, room 310 in the Apollo building." Nodding, she grabbed her key and strolled off, walking towards the large building the student had told her to go to. Woodcreek Institute was a smaller, well-known school in a small town near the ocean. It was more known for its involvement in the scientific arts than anything but it had a wide variety of programs that would interest just about anyone. The university had around 10,000 students that attended and each class was smaller than 50 people per room. It was cozy, and low maintenance, but challenging. This school wasn't for the faint of heart.

Once to her room, Kiera pushed the door open with her foot, stepping inside. It was a typical, small dorm room. Nothing special about it at all but the view. She walked over to the window situated between the two beds and looked out. There, not far from the main entrance to the dormitory, sat the lake. The sun gleamed off of it prettily and she had a feeling that was a good omen.

Her eyes drifted towards the bed next to her and noticed that there were bags there that she didn't recognize. Did her previous roommate from the past year not come back? Or was she in for a year with a whole new roommate? A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stepped towards her bed and started to unpack the large suitcase that was put there for her. After this year, she wouldn't need to worry about roommates or any sort of living arrangements with someone she didn't know. That was a relief, especially since she was an immigrant. In her experience, cultural clashes have ruined several roommates because someone didn't understand her holidays or they didn't understand her because of her accent. She hoped that this year, that wouldn't be a problem.

 

[Cordak]

After drying his hands, Alex exited the restroom and returned to the dorm.
He wasn't new to the university, being close to finishing his studies, a year more or so.
It had been an interesting experience so far, even if he hadn't changed much about his approach in regards to social topics. He had made a couple new friends, however, Alexander Pym went mostly unnoticed. It worked in his favor, at least; he would sometimes jokingly compare his social skills to those of a tree.
Even then, so far he had no problem getting along with his previous roommates; sometimes they were just acquaintances, other times they became friends.
He still needed to finish organizing his stuff, and thus, he returned to the dorm quickly.

He didn't expect his roommate to already be there; Pym had arrived early so that he could greet his new roommate, he found it less awkward that way.
"Uh..." Alex coughed to give himself some time to proper respond "Sorry for the mess. I had to use the restroom."
He extended his hand "I'm Alexander, nice to meet you."

He used a polite tone, although his eyes were darting all over the place; Pym could use more practice with eye contact, as he wasn't trying to be impolite, just shy towards strangers.​

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Kiera was unpacking her books when she heard the door to the dorm open. Her eyes looked over and she noticed the young man standing there. She didn't see anything too impressive about him but that didn't mean that he wasn't intelligent or something of the sort. A soft hum escaped her as she listened to him explain where he had been.

"I'm Kiera." Her hand reached out and grasped his gently before letting go. "No need to apologize for the mess." She shrugged, seeming unbothered by it as she turned back to her bags. "Moving day is always chaotic." Her thick Irish accent would probably make it hard for him to understand her which she knew. Not many Americans understood her. She knew that she spoke too fast and the accent was horrendous to get accustomed to.

She cleared her throat and organized her books on the desk at the foot of her bed. "I hope you don't mind that I took this side of the room." This was awkward and she wasn't sure what she could do to make it better. The air was thick with the awkwardness. Kiera could only hope that as time went on, things would ease up between the two and they could become friends of some sort.