Dorm Room #9

[Ambrosia Karpusi]

“First one here... That makes this mine, nai.” A very sleepy Ambrosia murmured as she stood in the doorway of her new dorm room and glanced around. There were two sets of bunk-beds, one on each side of the room.. “Hmm..” With that little sound, the Greek walked over and dropped her bag down the right, bottom bunk. Having found out that one of her new roommates would be none other than her adorable buddy, Hong Kong, Ambrosia had already decided how the sleeping arrangements would be. She would have the bottom bunk on the right side and Hong Kong would have the bunk above hers; so she would be free to smother him whenever she felt like it. And to keep him safe from whoever the other two roommates would be.

With a soft yawn, the girl propped up her large, bronze cross by the window before crossing the room the turn on the fan; unbuttoning the first half of her shirt to cool herself off before falling face first onto her new bed. “Meow?” A quiet sound came from her bag and she grumbled in response, lazily groping at her sheets until she found her bag. After a few more minutes of fumbling with the zipper, she finally got it unzipped and a small, poofy white kitten popped out from the bag, staring at Amby with bright blue eyes. “Hello Cynara. Sorry I put you in the bag, nai?” The beautiful girl chuckled as the kitten crawled across the bed and into its master’s arms.

“Lets nap, now, nai?” Ambrosia cooed softly to the kitten as it rubbed its cheek against hers, a loud purr in its throat. Her teal orbs had just fallen closed with a quiet yawn before the girl opened them once more. ...She was forgetting something. But what?

Giving her nose a little, annoyed twitch, she peered into her bag in hopes of seeing something to remind her of what she was missing. Sure enough, she did. Sitting right on top of her clothes and other items was a medium sized, Greek flag, a staple gun and a super-large permanent marker. A sleepy smile broke onto her otherwise blank face and she snatched the two items up; leaving her cat on the bed as she went back to the door. A moment later, four loud bangs were heard throughout the hallway as Ambrosia stapled the Greek flag in the center of her dorm room’s door. “And then..” She murmured as she uncapped the marker and wrote on it; ‘AMBROSIA KARPUSI’S ROOM, NAI?’.

Happy with her handy-work she yawned into her hand before heading back into her room; tossing her marker and staple gun into her bag as she did so. A moment later, she was stretched comfortably over her bed, shirt half open, head hanging off the bed, and a white kitten on her belly. Oh yes. Her first roommate would be in for a surprise; both at the door and within the room.

[Erin McDonagh]

Erin hummed to herself as she wandered around the dorm building at her new school, Hetalia Academy. The slip of paper with directions to her dorm was held in one hand whilst the other managed to simultaneously hold onto a suitcase and two carrier bags. Manoeuvring through the narrow hallways was difficult, even more so by the backpack on her back and her violin case carried on her shoulder, but she was surprisingly chipper – not even tired despite spending most of the day on a plane and suddenly being several time zones behind.

She reached the top of the stairs, having ignored the unhealthy bangs her suitcase made as she dragged it, and wandered down the hallway.

‘Dorm 7...Dorm 8...Massive flag...Dorm 10...Wait, wha’?’ She pulled back, staring at the large Greek flag plastered over the door of Dorm 9. Well, she hoped it was Dorm 9 – judging by the surrounding dorms it probably was unless the people who had devised the dorms couldn’t count.

“Wha’ the bloody ‘ell?” She muttered, slowly breaking into a grin. She had to admit that this ‘Ambrosia Karpusi’ had style, but there was no way she was going to spend the entire year in a dorm with someone who claimed it solely as their own. She dropped her bags and leant down, searching through one of the carrier bags for her goal. She pulled out a teddy bear – wearing a typical Irish green hat and holding a plastic Irish flag – and carefully extracted the flag from the bear’s grip.

She then shrugged her backpack off her back and opened through it and found her roll of gaffer tape (her usual answer to fixing anything). She then, using her teeth to rip off pieces of the tape, stuck the Irish flag to the Greek one, covering as much as she could of the marked message, and then drew a smiley face in green gel pen onto the white of her flag. She smirked, returning everything back to their rightful bags, and stood up straight – absentmindedly playing with the crucifix around her neck. She took in a deep breath and flung open the door.

“’ello mah wee roomie!” She greeted. “Ambrosia izit?!” She hoped she didn’t stumble over the new name as she dumped her carrier bags onto the bottom bunk opposite the other figure and gently placed her violin case on the floor, propped up by the wall. She turned to face her new roommate properly for the first time, blinking slightly at the other girl’s attire. Her bright green eyes then took in the white ball of fluff on the other girl’s stomach. “Oh mah Lord is tha’ a kitten?!”

[Lovina Vargas]

Drag. Step. Curse. Drag, step, scowl. Drag, step, dammit.

That was how Lovina was trudging up the stairwell leading to what she hoped would be her dorm room for the year.

Oh, Gesù. Five more steps to go. Looking down from the step she was on, the stairs didn’t seem so long. There were only twelve blocks were under her. But it sure was a different story when you’re lugging a huge duffle bag that you had precariously stuffed all your things in. Lovina had to wonder what in the world she was thinking when she packed. Couldn’t she have done with one less skirt or something!? Her freakin’ arms were about to rip right off her here! Ugh, these stairs were stupid.

After arriving at the top to take a breather and shoving her annoying, cumbersome luggage off to the side, the first thing that stuck out at her like a sore thumb was a huge. Grecian. Flag. Along with some scribbles on it in marker. She wasn’t able to tell too clearly what the scribbles were trying to convey, because it was covered by yet another flag, though smaller. An Ireland flag to be exact.

Lovina snorted. The people lived in that dorm must be nutcases. She sure felt sorry for the poor, newcomer schlub who’d have to live in there. Well. Back to looking for her dorm. Now what was it again? Lovina scrimmaged around in her pockets, looking for the slip of paper with all the info about her dorm and her dorm mates. She fished out and uncrimpled the paper. Dorm 9.
Honey irises shot over to the door next to the flags. That one had the number 10 etched upon the door. So that must mean…

Oh god. Lovina did a double take and rubbed her eyes, just in case they were seeing the number on the paper wrong. Maybe it was smudged. Unfortunately, it clearly printed: Lovina Catarina Vargas. Dorm room: 9. And it listed her dorm mates, too, but she was too busy dreading the moment she would have to open the door in front of her to meet them.

She stared long and hard at the two flags. Well if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. She reached into her bag and extracted a handkerchief that her family had gifted her. It was made of fine silk and colored white, red, and green, just like the Italian flag. She pinned it on the other side of the flag of Greece, directly across the flag of Ireland, and with red marker, drew a little tomato on the corner.

There. She stood back, hands on her hips, admiring her work. They didn’t look too bad, now.

With a final heave, she gripped her duffle, twisted the knob and swung the door open, to be greeted by a loud “Oh mah Lord is tha’ a kitten?!”

Lovina blinked. Several times, actually.

Oh, Gesù.

[Ah Xiang]

Xiang looked down at the map in his hands, dragging his suitcase around. He had refused Arthur's and Yao's help earlier, stating he would learn the layout of the school more effeciently alone. He looked up and noticed a staircase. He made his way to them, starting up the stairs. The weight of his suitcase made itself known with each step he took. Maybe he shouldn't have packed so many fireworks... But he made his way up the stairs, letting out a small sigh of relief. He looked down at the map once more... Room #9.

'Seven... Eight... Ni-' he thought, his eyes trailing the doors. He paused, rather surprised to see three flags pinned to the door. "........" He eyed the Greecian flag, remembering that Arthur told him Ambrosia would be one of his roommates. She seemed to like to smother him for some reason. But it was at least better Ambrosia then YongSoo, he supposed. There was also an Irish flag and an Italian flag. He made his way to the door, staring at the flags. He pulled out a black marker and ripped out a blank page in his notebook along with it. He quickly sketched his flag and a chibitized version of him holding firecrackers onto the paper, pinning it onto the door. He gave a small smile and pocketed his marker. Perhaps he would draw on Arthur's face later if he had the chance. He opened the door and saw Ambrosia along with two other girls. He stared at them. Was he the only male in this room?

[[I'M SO SORRY IT'S SHORT. /cry]]

[Erin McDonagh]

Erin was about to lean forward to stroke the kitten, stopping herself before she could (as she wasn’t sure what her new roommate would think about her doing it), when the door burst open, a girl with a massive duffle bag who looked more than a little perturbed having arrived.

“Dia duit!” Erin greeted the new girl cheerfully with an enthusiastic wave. “Hello! You mus’ be...” She looked at the slip of paper in her hand which told her the dorm she’d be in, as well as who she’d be with. “Lovina Vargas?” She asked, pulling her suitcase further into the room so that the other girl could come in. She did so, closing the door behind her (but not before Erin caught a glance of the addition of an Italian flag to the front of the door), and dumped her duffle bag onto the floor.

“...Yes,” The girl, Lovina, replied – still looking a bit perturbed. Erin sat on the lower bunk not occupied by Ambrosia, who looked wholly unconcerned by the new arrival, and absentmindedly played with the end of her flame red hair – twirling it in-between her fingers in a gesture that she and her cousin shared.

“I’m Erin McDonagh, nice t’meet ya,” She smiled, holding out her free hand.

The door opened and an Asian boy entered the room, looking a bit confused. Erin inwardly felt a little sorry for him; if he was rooming with them then he’d be stuck with 3 girls for the rest of the year.


(ooc: You don’t need to apologise for the shortness!!! Any reply is a good reply!
I’m sorry for my fail Irish accent. *dies*

Anywho...I’m a little bit wary about making other people move or speak (within reason ofc) or anything...I’ve been part of RPs in the past where no one has minded...but I’ve also been part of RPs where I’ve had my head bitten off for just making someone say one word...so, sorry Lovina if you’re annoyed about me speaking a bit for you...

I, personally, don’t mind if Erin is moved or people make her say things...but within reason!)