Welcome to Gaia! ::

Fleur wasn't sure what she was now: dissapointed or relieved.
Naturally, she was looking foreward to see who the being she'd be spending the rest of the year with was, but on the other hand, she was worried sick they wouldn't be to her liking. Not that she was picky about people, but...
Okay, that was a lie.
She was picky about people.

There was a small table near the entryway, which appeared to lead into a lounge sort of area. On the table lay two keys, and a piece of paper. A little odd, maybe, but it certainly made Fleur curious. She assumed the keys were for her and her room mate, therefore snatched the one that had her name engraved on the backside, and picked up the piece of paper. What she was supposed to do with it? She hadn't a clue.
Sighing, she drew out a pen, and out of luck wrote down an item.
Her teddy bear, actually. She had left it behind in fear of being teasted about the childish item...
But it was suddenly in her hands? Well, maybe not hers... but one simular?
How had that happened?
"Magical..."
She murmured.

Fleur was thinking about what a satisfying name for the teddy bear would be when she felt a warm breath upon her ear. Her eyes grew wide, becoming an alarming orange-red sort of colour, and she turned quickly. There hadn't been much need to, however, because her mysterious room mate Celian happened to be the boy she had just spent a chunk of her afternoon with.
"That was definately not funny in the slightest."
She said, a hand covering around where her heart should be as she tried to steady it's wild beat. Fleur had never been one to enjoy being taken by surprise, and unluckily for her, she didn't feel any diffrent when somebody was trying to sneak up on her. Most people got some sort of strange, paranoid mindset. Fleur was disconcerted, usually aloof.
"Hm. Well, nice to er. Meet you?"
She still gripped the piece of paper, pen lacing through her fingers, blinking to force her eyes back into a serene lavender.
"Celian."

Fleur murmured the name under her breath a few times, as she had done with the room number, and tried to merge the boy's name to his face. Being accustomed to calling him "boy", even after such a short time, this was easier said than done.
"Your key's over here. This paper is odd. Write something down, I think it appears..."

"Okay. That seems sensible..."
It was a statement more to convince herself than Celian, being he was the one making the argument. She walked over to where the small table was planted, first picking up the key paired with her's, and looking towards the boy. "Here, take this." Fleur tossed the key at him without warning, assuming he had good hand-eye coordination. She, although not quite the most athletic girl around, had always had a knack for sports and such. Mainly as a swimmer, being her favorite of all the extra-curricular activities she'd ever performed in.
Fleur set the paper down on the table, lowering her body into a crouch to write easier, and putting pen to paper.
Blue walls.
Her scrawling cursive read.
As she raised her gaze upwards, she noticed the walls had been altered into a beautiful blue color. She got up quickly, looking alarmed.
"I'm not sure whether to be facinated or terrified."
Fleur had never seen magic in action, let alone advanced magic such as what was surrounding her.
"I suppose we should get decorating then, hm?"

"I don't honestly care that much."
Fleur was awfully simplistic when it came to design, secretly despising her exsquisite room's decor, and recalling the look with disgust.
"As long as you exclude the flashing neon lights, beer signs, and stripper poles, I'm completely fine."
Her tone was serious, proof that the thought had been
She did, however, quickly jot down a couch, a table, and a couple of chair. Being elaborate would be saved for a better, less awkward time.
"I should hope there's a shower here... I haven't washed up since last night."
The statement was made quietly, being so that she was talking to herself. She was positive Celian could care less about things such as her personal hygiene.
"Maybe we should lay a few ground rules. Okay, first: don't touch my stuff, I won't touch yours. Two: Privacy is a basic need of mine. Hope you don't mind. Three: If you're having late night parties on school nights, warn me so I can evacuate safely. Four: It's the same with girls. Five: I cook my own meals, so if you want some too, you have to say so."
Her tone had the coldness from the first words she'd ever exchanged with him, as if she was remembering now that it wasn't okay to get attached to people.
"And anytime you feel comfortable, you can stop smiling."
It was eerie how accurate Fleur's assumptions could be from time to time, but a slight smile had crossed her face as well, pink eyes giving away the lust she was feeling at the moment. Blinking, it dissapeared as she was immersed in realization, and she turned.

"Hate to say that that's the impressision you gave me when we first met."
Actually, there wasn't a trace of apologetic tone in her voice for the possibly offensive conclusion, and her lips had pulled themself back down into an almost fretful expression, dissatisfied eyes casting looks about every way plausible besides back into Celian's brilliant blue ones. If the emotion she had felt seconds before wasn't just a side effect of breakfast this morning, than Fleur had something to be worried about.

Don't be foolish, you're falling for his trap.
Of course, "trap" in her mind included everything from a twisted murder plot to some perverted intention. The thought he could be a killer had never crossed her mind, and most likely never would, until some sort of obvious instigation or hinting was made. She debated with herself for a grand total of two seconds, before turning on her heel and executing her odd walk/skip all the way to the bathroom. Luckily, towels and such had already been provided inside, and she began running water in the bathtub. She pulled off one of her gloves, her hand quickly pulled across the stream already emerging. Scalding hot.
The hand tingled in the strange pain that came packaged with water testing, and she turned the knob all the way to the right, running her hand under again. Freezing cold.
That had always been the way she'd liked her baths.
She left it to run while she picked a new outfit from her wardrobe of millions, hanging it on the wrack near the tub before shedding her current one and climbing in.


Her hair was so impossible when it was wet. The little ringlets had already begun their irritating curl, and she wasn't even done pulling on her stockings. Luckily, it dried quickly, so by the time she had cleaned up and drained the tub, it was simply damp.
Fleur looked for Celian.
"I'm finished."

While Celian took his turn being hygenic, Fleur proclaimed herself to be hungry. First instinct was to cook, but she noted there was really nothing to cook with, and therefore she settled with the next best thing: writing in her journal.

She'd managed to keep a constant flow of entries in a journal since she was little. It was like stress release- a personal therepy session no other human being ever had to be aware of. She found the pink, overly-expensive looking notebook tucked away with her other prized possesions, and drew it out excitedly. The little lock was still plastered shut, just the way she'd left it. The key was kept in a compartment of her jewelery box, easy enough for her to find. She pulled it out, shoving it into the tiny keyhole, and turning the key sideways. The familiar clicking noise was far better than any music to her ears, and she dug a pen out from the box of miscellaneous items as well, finding a page that wasn't covered in scribbles and dating the paper before writing.

Today has been. . . eventful, to say the least. First day at school, and I've already managed to become smitten with my room mate, who seems disconcerted at the prospect of comitting to a relationship. My plan of attack is simply ignorance. It'll go away if I don't pay attention to it, that's how it always works. Otherwise, it's mainly been settling into the dormitory, which is very odd. You write things on a piece of paper, and they appear mystically. I'm not quite sure what to think yet, but it never takes me long to draw conclusions.

She was about to start a paragraph involving the day before when she heard Celian's announcement break her thoughts. She locked the small notebook quickly, attentitively glancing around for a place to hide the journal. Under her pillow seemed good enough, and she pushed it under before sliding off of the bed, fingering the silver chain hanging from her neck as she exited into the lobby-like area.
"I wanted to run by you that I'm ge-"
Fleur's eyes had only rested on Celian that moment, and they widened, her body turning away instinctively.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry. Forgot you probably needed to change. I won't look."
Her hands covered her eyes in shock.
"Okay, feel free to go now."

"Okay, cool. Anyways, I take that back, looking at the time I guess I sh-"
Fleur's jaw dropped when she saw what he was wearing.
His boxers? Her hands moved down to her reddened cheeks, shaking her head.

"Is that all you're going to wear? I mean, I-"
She stopped as she realized how goody-goody two shoes she sounded, and walked in simply, gluing her shocked lime-green eyes on the floor infront of her. Fleur couldn't believe her room mate's behavior, proving to herself exactly how sheltered she'd been living her life. Celian was basically just shirtless (and not wearing pants), and she was already bright red and concealing her face in the confinement of her wardrobe. She found modest pajamas to wear and walked back out wordlessly, splashing her face to reduce redness in the mirror before changing. Her old clothes were tossed in a small hamper provided. "Old" wasn't exactly a fitting word, but twenty minutes was long enough to sport an outfit. Plus, she favored the adorable pajamas.
They were name brand, of course, pink to accentuate her pale hair and skin while maximizing the innocence of her blue eyes. Of course, the shorts could have been longer, but they had just been for around the house before. It was almost embarassing, that he'd have to see her legs, after being used to showing nothing of them.
However, Fleur appeared confident enough as she entered and ignored the want to reach for her journal as she settled on the bed, pulling a stuffed animal from the box and hugging it tightly as she lay.
"Erm. I think I'm going to go to bed now."
She shut her eyes, yawning a bit as her body responded by curling up, facing away from Celian.

"See you tomorrow."