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 Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 6:51 pm
 Poppy dorm. Built for two people. Curtains are available for privacy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 10:15 pm
Δεν σειρήνα έκανε ποτέ τόσο γοητεία το αυτί του ακροατή,
όπως το αυτί ακούει γοήτευσε την ψυχή της σειρήνας. ✧ ✧ ✧ ☽ ΦιλομήλαStevens ☾ ✧ ✧ ✧  ♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♯ Philomela walked into her dorm room. "Wow! It's so beautiful!"SHe said spinning around then falling back on a bed. She smiled brightly. Philomela reached down and grabbed her bag and started to unpack her items. She grabbed her Journal out of her pocket and set it down on a little side table. She pulled out an old picture of her father and her mother smiling together. She had found this picture when she was younger and kept it hidden from her father. She placed it on top of her notebook. The next thing she picked up was a small scrap of paper written on with her father's scrawl. "Her Song" was the title she had always wondered what it meant, and after all of her reading she was sure that it was the song that her mother sang when she had tricked him. Philomela had always wanted to try and sing it, but she new that this was not the time for singing such a dangerous song.
Philomela grabbed her iPod and plugged in her headphones. "Eye of the Tiger" She clicked play and the sound filled her ears. A small smile slipped on her face as she listened to the intro. SHe took a deep breath and sang... "Rising up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive So many times it happens too fast You change your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger Face to face, out in the heat Hanging tough, staying hungry They stack the odds 'til we take to the street For the kill with the skill to survive It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger Rising up, straight to the top Had the guts, got the glory Went the distance, now I'm not going to stop Just a man and his will to survive It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger
"She laughed as she finished the song and unpacking. Philomela felt tired, she checked her watch, it wasn't even that late! I must have had a pretty long day.. She thought as she started to unbutton her shirt and slip into something more comfortable. She grabbed her seafoam green shirt that was a few sizes too big. Philomela grabbed her blue shorts and claimed a bed and started to read out of her journal. She hummed a soothing melody and and slowly slipped into sleep.
Philomela woke up and groggily wiped the sleep out of her eyes. She yawned and stretched. She slid her legs over the edge of her bed. Philomela shuffled her legs over to the mirror and looked at her hair. Her blue black hair was standing almost on end. She grabbed the brush that was on the table and combed it through. Philomela walked over to her dresser and pulled out her "uniform" then began to dress.
When she finished she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote "
Will be back later feel free to come in, if you assigned to the dorm with me!
-Thanks
Philomela ((English))
Θα επιστρέψουμε αργότερα διστάσετε να έρθει σε περίπτωση που ανατεθεί στον κοιτώνα μαζί μου!
-Ευχαριστώ
Φιλομήλα((Greek))
Torneremo più tardi non esitate a venire in se è stato assegnato al dormitorio con me!
-Grazie
Filomela((Italian))
Sera de retour plus tard n'hésitez pas à venir si vous avez attribué au dortoir avec moi!
-Merci
Philomèle((French))" She made sure to add the languages, in case her roommate was new to English, or if they were able to speak any of the languages that she was able to. She smiled and walked out of the dorm taping the sign to the room. I wonder where to go..... She grabbed her back pocket with her notebook and started to scan the pages. There was still a bunch of pages blank, she decided to head back to the library for some reading for fun. [Exit to library]
♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♯ No siren did ever so charm the ear of the listener,
as the listening ear has charmed the soul of the siren.
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