Fandom High Dormitories

The more she thought about it, the more Adah realized that, while she mourned the loss of her privacy, she really rather liked the cabins. She kept to herself enough that privacy was never really an issue; it came rather naturally around her. Everything was on the same level, which made going from one place to another a bit easier. And then there was the pride she took in her ability to step outside and get a fire going, literally single-handedly, and then she could sit close enough to it to catch enough light but not too much heat to read Poe by. Poe was always best read by firelight, after all, or drunk, but she didn't exactly feel like drinking right now. Just a quiet evening, reading The Imp of the Perverse backwards ("Confession! Open! Make to enough, fool, not be I. If , yes, safe am I, safe am I, thus them remodelled. I, petulance, of fit, a! In syllables customary, these aloud half murmuring of act, the in myself arrested. I, streets the along, sauntering whilst day one.") while Pride enjoyed the open air of the area, playing games with himself, the flames, and the level of Adah's concern for him by hopping as close as he could without making himself feel too singed.


[[ open, of course! ]]

While the weather was a bit tempermental, Adah decided that she really needed to get out of the cabin for a bit. The dream that snuck up on her Monday had her a little wary about spending too much time in her alcove. She rather easily got a fire started, even with just the use of her good hand, throwing out a bag of marshmallows, some chocolate bars, and a box of graham crackers to satiate the hungry masses and hopefully distract them from bothering her too much if they thought to be social, and settled nearby with some light reading to finish before the last of the daylight hours faded away.

She couldn't wait until summer finished and she could start getting into something a little meatier. Pride, also quite against the idea of staying cooped up all day long, was enjoying the little bout of freedom by hopping lightly around in the grass. Adah wasn't to concerned about the little brown rabbit hopping off, because she felt the two of them had reached an understanding that if he did bounce off, she wasn't going to go bouncing off after him to ensure his safety.

[[ open campfire is open, of course ]]

Yes, the senior cabin was twice as large as any of the other cabins, but there were also twice as many people inside, and so Adah found that she was rather quick to want to slip out from the confines of the cabin, into the rather nice morning, and find a small spot close to the campfire, in the grass, to sit and hope for quiet before the day's activities got too bustling and she might have to relocated with a bit of a limping voyage into the woods, or off the island, into Greece, which she liked but her body did not. The idle quiet was nice for perhaps five minutes; Adah then found herself getting restless, thinking about how much more productive she could be, should be, would be if she'd gotten her internship. She felt useless and bored, a book on her lap, and she started to read about various mutations and synthesis of hemoglobin structures and how to identify and perhaps even predict them, and what started out as being a quiet entertaining read was quickly turning into Adah furiously writing backwards notes in the margins, filling up every white space just as much as the spaces with text and pictures were filled.

Anything to make her feel like she just wasn't sitting there, idle, wasting precious time.


[[ open, of course. guess who has another day off -_- ]]

There was only one drawback of a visit home for Adah. She was a quiet, solitary soul, and so the apartment was always quiet, but the one thing it wasn't was solitary. Most of the time spent between herself and her mother seemed to exist with each of them going about their business, but with the sharp awareness that the other was at least there. True, now that she was back, she still had Pride to keep her company, but, that morning, as she tried to settle in and read, she felt herself feeling restless over the fact that the only other presence in the room was a tiny ball of fluff.

She didn't even know if anyone would bother to be up and around right now, but at least relocating to the common room would give her a chance to move around a little, and it would give Pride more space to sniff around without her constant fear that he'd take on his mother's habit of chewing on books. There was also a coffee pot in the common room, and coffee, she figured, would be just as nice of a substitute for a presence as a presence itself.

Better, even, because it was tasty. She leaned her back on the counter a little, waiting for the gurgling of the brewing coffee, watching Pride as he sniffed suspiciously at the darkness underneath the couch.


[[ open of course. yaaay coffee ]]

In a strange and startling turn of events, it would seem that Adah Price crawled from primordial depths (well, her bedroom, anyway, which, while quite dry and warm and nice, seemed to be taking on a murky, swamplike visage in her head today) to emerge herself once again on the front of possible socialization. She wondered if she should be concerned, and then reasoned with herself, as she shifted through a drawer for a can opener that she could manage with one hand, that there were reasons. Today, the reason was simply that of the fact that a girl had to eat. She was driven from the confines of as close to a hermitage as she could get for a simple, primal need. Yesterday also had its reasons, as she had come across the fairly busy pool entirely by accident out of not wanting to deal with the trouble of bundling up a little to go outside. Warmer weather aside, it had nothing on the sweltering Congo nights. They had their reasons and she was restless, anyway, wrestling a little finally with a simpler can opener that made quite a chore out of getting into the can of fruit swimming in sickly sweet syrup that would probably make her stomach rebel later, but it was food, it was (relatively) simple, and eating it directly out of the can as she curled up a little on the couch had become more familiar to her than other, conventional, American ways of preparing full, three-course meals.

She considered the TV, but then banished the thought once the thought of managing a remote control and a can of peaches would be more difficult than Adah wanted to bother with right now.


[[ open as common rooms tend to be~ ]]

The visit from the nervous artist kid the other day lead Adah to a startling realization, even if yesterday had proved it false. That only really provided that because it was quiet yesterday, it would be the opposite today, and, if she didn't want to be found, then why was she sequestering herself in the one place that anyone with half a brain would think to search for her? She should be hiding herself in the most unlikely of spots, the sort of place no one would think to find her, really. Even at the sacrifice of physical health. Because what was physical health, anyway? Certainly nothing she had ever been familiar with or ever expected to be familiar with, especially at the sake of her mental health, which she thought was very well in tact and treasured quite greatly.

Besides, it was a quiet morning with everyone below her probably still sleeping in due to the break from classes, although the cold of the coming winter was creeping in and worrying her that Virginia might still be too far north for what she grew up with, definately too north for what she'd become accustomed to. But, if she looked up at the clouds a little, so dull and boring compared to those orange and red clouds of dust of Kilanga, she felt a little bit calm, as if she could dull herself to blend with them and forget the pain from the journey up here. It was nice. It was worth it, assuming it stayed that way.

[[ adah might not want to talk to anyone, but I do! hehe. Open as roofs tends to be~ ]]