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A spacious yet, hard to find parlor.

Isadora found a small and intricately decorated door. She looked down the hall, and darted in, clutching a copy of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. She closed the door behind her and curled up on a sofa, tucking her feet beneath her and pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Piper walked in, "Woah, where is this place? And who are you?" She asked Isadora.

Isadora jerked up. God, another person she'd have to socialize with and not criticize. "Um, this room is a parlor." She stated,"And my name is Isadora Sinclair, but please, feel free to call me Isa or Lis." She tried curbing her chatty tongue.

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"Oh, hello! My name is Piper. I've never been here before..." She said.

"It's usually hard to find." Isadora responded, tucking a small strip of lace into her book to serve as a bookmark. "I love it though." She opened up the drapes and let the light pour in.

"It is a lovely place. When did you come to Vanderbilt? I haven't seen you before," Piper asked her.

"I just came two days ago." Isadora replied. "I applied in December, but there were so many forms and financial aid papers to fill. Plus my step-sisters, Cecily and Ambrosia, didn't want me coming here if they couldn't. They even ripped my favorite shirt!"

"Wow! They sound mean! Well, I'm glad you are here," Piper said with a warm smile.

"I love my step-mother, but Cecily and Ambrosia are just wacko! And me too. I'm just sad I don't have a dorm yet, I don't know anyone!"

"Well, you know me. And if you want, you can stay with me in my dorm," She offered.

"Thanks! I heard we can decorate our dorms any way and Vanderbilt pays! Is that true?" Isadora bounced on her toes.

"Yep!" She said. "Want to see my dorm?"

Isadora clapped like a retarded seal, but then stopped. "Uh....YEAH! I mean, sure."

She grabbed her book."My luggage is in a spare room I think."

"Sounds good, ready to go?" She asked, and then walked towards her dorm. ((You can post in Piper's dorm))

Isadora nodded gratefully and followed.

Darianne found that she needed a very secluded space to do some work, and the parlor she'd wandered into seemed to do the trick. Glancing around to take in her surroundings, she sighed as massive headache began to form. What she wouldn't give for an Advil. But the pack that had ran out last night, and she had yet to go out and buy some. She didn't have anything on hand that could substitute it for the time being, which only seemed to make matters worse. Plopping down on one of the chairs, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and began to spread her work out on the floor.

Eliana entered the parlor, hoping for a quiet place to sketch. But alas- it wouldn't be quiet with all the dust particles floating around, causing her to sneeze loudly. She pulled some tissues out of her backpack, and spotted a girl sitting in an old brocade chair. "Hey?" She ventured to say, tossing her used tissues in the trash.

Darianne glanced up for a moment, brows raised. Great; an interruption. She wasn't too sure what this girl could want, other than to possibly do work as well. She gave a nod in acknowledgement before returning to her work.

Eliana's mouth dropped in shock- was this girl mute, or plain rude? "Gosh," she muttered, rolling her eyes,"snobs." She sat on a small sofa, tossing decorative needle point pillows to the floor as she adjusted herself into a position fit for drawing.

Darianne liked to say she had a good ability to focus, enough to the point of being incredibly difficult to pull away from her work. But with a headache and a possible nuisance entering the room, she wasn't to sure. At the girl's muttered proclamation, she rolled her own eyes. She didn't have time to be distracted by the girl's clear lack of understanding in the situation. Marginally wishing she'd brought along more than a magnetic white board and a clipboard with papers, she got from her seat to start transferring her ideas into a physical form. The process had her rising and squatting repeatedly, to grab notes from her bag or off the chair or to assess the formulas scrawled out in her neat script from a higher vantage point to gain some new perspective.

Eliana blatantly stared at the girl who was ignoring her- who did she think she was? Some troubled artist who couldn't bother to give the time of day to a well-wishing girl. "Ugh," she muttered, rising off the couch,"Everyone thinks they are soo great. Well I'll tell you!" She exclaimed, pointing a finger at her,"You have no excuse to be rude!" She crossed her arms petutlantly, waiting for a reply from the ever composed Darianne.

"I acknowledged your presence when you walked into the room," Darianne stated, not looking away from her work as she wrote down another formula, "You're the one who called me snob despite not actually knowing me. That, I would say, is rude. Especially when you seem to have the audacity to think that I came her just so that you could have someone to talk to. Not everyone has free time to mess around, and if you were doing any looking with those eyes of yours, I'm exceptionally busy with these equations." She unceremoniously finished off one equation as she spoke, moving on to the next with just as much speed and vigor.

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((can we drop this? I'm just really busy, sorry!)

[ sure, I guess? but you're starting up other roleplays, so... ]

((kind of a mistake tbh. I need to use Val tho))

Eliana sat perched on a windowsill, using her watercolors to paint the wonderful outdoor scene. The parlor was her refuge- hardly anybody came here, even the cleaning staff, as seen by the abundance of dust and brocade setee with stuffing coming out the arm. She had stowed some art supplies away in a china cabinet formerly filled with ivory figurines, and she came here daily to study, read, or do artsy things in her spare time. She had only come across another person here once, the room was awfully tucked away and rather small.

Eli yawned and shoved the door open with his shoulder. He'd found this weird little formal room a couple months ago, and it was the perfect place to nap. Nobody ever came here. Technically, he was supposed to be in history class right now, but there was no way the teacher would be able to find him. He leaned against the wall, dropping his bag. His soccer ball went bouncing off in some random direction. Exhausted, he flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes.

Eliana jumped from her perch on the windowsill as she saw a boy drop in. Her dirty paint water flew out the open window, and her paints toppled onto the Persian rug. "Ah!" She exclaimed in a tiny shriek, standing up suddenly. She was in a frenzy to figure out exactly who this invader was- although, he wasn't an invader- but it certainly felt like that to her. She began ripping watercolors she had thumbtacked to the wallpaper and shoving them into her backpack. Her mind was all over the place! "W-w-who?" She eeked out, clutching her backpack to her chest. She grabbed the soccer ball in midair as it was about to smash into a Ming dynasty era vase on a side table. She caught her breath on a plush and dainty tasseled little ottoman, eyes wide with shock.

Eli sat up quickly, shaken out of his sleepiness. "Hm?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He noticed a girl sitting on the little ottoman and nodded. Oh. It was just a girl. Why was she freaking out? He looked around. There wasn't a fire, or murderers...maybe he was too tired to understand what was going on. He grinned lazily at the girl and grabbed a pillow to rest his head on. "Hi..." he said softly, still a little out of it. "Sorry, were you in here before?"

Eliana raised both her eyebrows. He seemed nice. "Kind of," she joked," Sorry you just startled me a bit." Her arms fell into her lap as she dropped her backpack back to the ground. "This is kind of my artist's sanctuary." She admitted, pointing at the thumbtacked pieces of parchment on the wall and supplies in the cabinet.

"Oh, really?" Eli tossed the pillow to one side and leaned over the edge of the couch. "You're really good." He wasn't much of an art person, but these ones looked really professional. Like real artist work. They looked beautiful. "This is kind of my sleeping or skipping class sanctuary. Not as artistic though."

Eliana let out a small laugh. "Thank you!" She replied, blushing slightly at his compliment. "I supposed we can share the space," she pondered thoughtfully," it can easily fit both of us." She shifted over the painting, briefly brushing against the couch- it was very hard, and not very comforable to sleep on she supposed.

Eli nodded, falling back onto the couch and grabbing the pillow. His hand reached for the blanket he kept in his bag in case of nap emergency. He threw it over himself and sighed. "Yeah...I'm Eli, by the way." he said, closing his eyes and throwing an arm over his brow. "Also, if Mr. Mason asks, I was never here."

"Mr. Mason?" Eliana searched the name through her head. "Don't know him, but all right Eli. I'm Eliana, kind of the same name?" She jumped back onto her perch, leaving the sort of stranger alone so she could work in peace again.

"Copycat." Eli smiled. Eliana. What a coincidence. She seemed very lovely - none of the girls he knew gave him the time of day. In fact, the girls he knew treated him like dirt. "I hope you don't mind, but I kind of talk in my sleep. It's not very loud."

"Ah, no problem." Eliana replied, giving Eli a small shrug," Get your nap on!" She teased, picking up her charcoal pencils for a sketch of one of the vases. She leaned into the window, drawing the vase in the utmost detail as she observed Eli nod off.

Eli nodded, drifting off. He'd always been able to sleep anywhere, after a childhood of moving around to follow his father's sports career around the world. This dusty parlor wasn't much different than a plane, if you really got down to it. "I ti Emi gan bani o..." he muttered, rolling over. "Wara didi."

(( ahhh so sorry! ))

Eliana regarded the sleeping boy with a fond smile, he looked rather like a small child while he was sleeping, and there was nothing Eliana loved more than children (perhaps puppies or painting?). She furled her brows at his foreign tongue, but it wasn't unusual. Everybody at Vanderbilt spoke at least two languages fluently, even the Americans. Eliana herself spoke Hebrew and English and a handful of Spanish.

After a satisfying dream about ice cream, Eli woke up. He looked around blearily, almost forgetting where he was. Oh, there was that girl again. Eliana. "Your nickname should be Ana." he said, rubbing his eyes. "It'd be cool."

Luke had been wandering trying to get away and maybe find some people-less peace. He stumbled into a parlor and closed the door behind him before looking around and spotting a girl in one of the seats.

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Um, hey," he said carefully. He didn't want to disturb her, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to be around people....though it depended on her personality.

"Luke," he answered, deciding just to deal with it and walk deeper into the room.

"Side effect of what?" Luke asked, wondering. Was she on drugs or something maybe? He, for one, knew what drugs did to a person, and he hoped that there weren't any on campus because he could somehow get mixed up again.

"Oh, is that all," Luke said with a shrug. "Doesn't bother me any."

"Livi, got it," Luke nodded, making sure he remembered the name for future reference. "Can I sit?"