After parting ways with her friends, Tirza dragged her tired-a** up the steps, groaning. First things first, a shower, considering how dirty the holding cell was. Then, she had to change out of the stupid bathing suit she'd never gotten to wear at the beach. Next? Who knows. It's not like she could bother sleeping to begin with. Almond eyes lost of luster and life, they scanned over the inscriptions on the doors, carefully waiting for her's. With any luck, it would be at the end of the hall... No, wait! Dorm five was her new room! Placing her hands on the cold, brass knob, she turned it and pushed. Only to find that, of course, it was locked. Having no key, the girl swore profusely to herself, ready to throw a fit. So, here she was. Early in the morning, locked out, wearing nothing but a bathing suit and a pair of shorts, both revealing some of her finer assets, much to her disliking. Glancing up, Tirza noticed there were two other names on the door. Maybe those one of those two were still in there. Crossing her fingers for luck, the short girl rapped on the door. Gently at first, then roughly. Abrupt stop, to get her point across that she wanted in.