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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:52 pm
Dorm room number twelve for Marina is a plain room. The dark, smoothed stone of the wall and floors add a slightly ominous tone to the room, especially at night. There are two beds, each with a softened, warm sheet, blanket, and pillow. The frames of the beds are made of wood. There are two dressers, one beside each bed, and a small bedside table between the heads of both beds. This can be used to support lighting and the like. There are two empty desks, a plain wood door that leads to the washroom, and a pointed-tip glass window on the right side of the room that gives a view of the grounds outside.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:19 pm
((Came from here.))
Hanille sighed a breath of much wanted relief as she gently pushed open her room's door, which creaked as it moved. Once she stepped inside, she closed it behind her, walked over to her bed, and let her backpack slide from her shoulders onto its soft surface. Yawning, Hanille stretched her arms upward, and loosened the straps of her backpack so she could get inside. Little by little, the contents of her pack made its way onto her bed. There was her Herbology book for notes, quill pens, small bottles of ink, another book which she would be using for notes for another class, and her bible.
She also discovered the letter from the school, and another, smaller book for notes, and a bundle of leathery cloth. Odd.
"I don't remember packing this...what is it?"
She pulled it from her backpack and opened it up. First fell a small letter, and then a silver cross necklace. Hanille quickly grabbed up the necklace and eyed it closely. The cross was very lovely, with a cruficied figure of Christ. This was the necklace she had not been allowed to touch during her stay at the church. The priests had always kept it hidden away, saying that it was blessed, and very sacred. If Hanille were to touch it, she would supposedly taint it. What was it doing in her pack? Oh Magnus was going to be upset!
That's when her eyes shifted to the letter. At first, she hesitated, and then picked it up and stared for a moment.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:19 pm
Hanille opened the letter very slowly, and then started to read it to herself.
Dearest Hanille,
You are probably at Windsor, in your dormitory room at this point. I want you to know that all of my love, hopes, and prayers go with you. I miss you terribly, but I know that this must be done as it is the best course of action for you. Despite what many of the followers of our belief say, know that your abilities are NOT a curse or a sign that you have sided with Satan, but that they are a gift from the Lord Himself. Remember that child. As I have always done, I will pray for you every day, and always keep you in my mind.
Remember to keep Him in your thoughts, and you will not fail, but succeed. You are stronger than you believe, Hanille, and I hope that in time, you will find that strength and use it. I have sent with you the necklace of our church. Wear it every day dear child, as it is yours to keep. 'Tis my gift to you. Do not worry about what the other priests may think. I am proud of who you have become, and believe you to be very deserving of this beautiful necklace.
Remember that none of us stop growing, and there is always more to learn. I will end this letter here. If you can, find a way to write us letters, and I will be sure to write you back. I promise.
Be safe my child, and never let go of hope, even when you are hit with rougher times. Never forget that you are loved, even when you feel hated.
I believe in you dear Hanille, and I know you will make everyone very proud. Good luck.
Love,
Magnus Williams
Head Priest of the Church of the Brethren
Hanille had already felt her tears gathering in her eyes, felt them rolling across her pale flesh. Her heart had been warmed, and she had never felt more loved, more cared for. Even if none of her peers accepted her, she would find a way to pull through. She was loved. Her lips formed a bright smile as she took the necklace and placed it over her head, eyeing the crucified Son resting gently against her breast. She would wear it every day, taking it off only when she needed to bathe or change clothes.
After folding the letter up, she placed it gently on the bedside table, and stared out towards the window, smiling as her eyes focused on the rays of light beaming through the glass onto the floor. After she had unpacked her clothes and other small belongings she had taken with her, Hanille started to organize her room. She put her books for notes, pens, and bottles of ink on the nearby desk, and placed her robes in the dresser. That was about all; she hadn't been able to pack very much. Now, done at last, she threw her body gently on the bed, and closed her eyes, sighing again, "This is your home now Hanille..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 10:59 pm
Hanille's tense body slowly grew easy. Her thoughts began to flow consistently, and a sense of much needed calm fell over her. Darkness.
...She opened her eyes. A little chilly? Odd. Sitting up in her bed, she wrapped her arms around her, and looked towards the window. How long had she been asleep? Noise...she could faintly here somebody downstairs...
Curious, Hanille lifted herself from the bed, grabbing her bible before she made for the door.
(( Whee.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:59 pm
((Moving Along.))
Angered, Hanille slammed the door behind her as she entered her room, "Doesn't anybody here have any bloody respect for others?! My God I came here expecting to make friends, because these people were just like me! Well, shows how wrong I was! This is just what I get for holding a hope that never existed!"
She tossed the book onto her bed, hands clenching into fists. Her eyes closed tightly, and she gritted her teeth, jaw twisted. A cool sensation was coming over her hands...and 'twas only growing cooler...as her anger continued...
All she wanted was a peer that respected her, and cared about her. Why was it that she could only find friendship with the adults? Probably because they were mature enough to respect her ideas and feelings, while her peers were not so. Now her hands were growing numb...and she could vaguely feel liquid trickling out from under her tight fingers. She shook her head, tears trickled down her cheeks. How unfair this life so often seemed to be...
Hanille allowed her hands to relax, taking deep breaths as she walked weakly over to her bed. She was hungry, hurt, tired, and lonely...a bad combination. The fingers of her right hand took up the cross that had been resting against her breast, and held it up to her face, eyes searching over Christ's truest symbol of love...the one thing that often times seemed to be the only truth...that was truly true...
She heard a noise outside her door, and this was followed by a small piece of paper, that had been slid right under said door. Hanille stood, eyeing the small note carefully. What was this? She walked over to her door, picked up the slip of paper, and read: "Professor Park will be holding a class in the Clerical Arts immediately inside the V.A.L. building. Please be certain to attend as it is a required class for all students."
Another class?! No way! Hanille was done right now. She crumbled the note up and threw it towards her desk. What a rough, depressing first day. Were all of the days going to be like this? How was she going to make it?!
...That's when she remembered Magnus...and her heart and spirits soared once more as her thoughts wandered back to the letter she had found...and his gift to her...
She closed her eyes again, and smiled faintly, still holding the cross in hand and wiping her eyes with her other. Still, she felt too exhausted to do anything. Oh well, she'd just miss that class.
Besides, her Herbology teacher could teach her everything she needed to know...right...?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 9:22 pm
As she slipped out of her dormatory, she spotted a girl two doors down as she ducked into her room and slammed the door as Rose tried to introduce herself. She doubted the girl had even seen her. She walked over to the girls door and stood there for a moment. She then knocked lightly on the door and tried to open it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 9:37 pm
The sudden knock on the door startled Hanille a bit. Who was trying to bother her now?! Probably that bloody elf boy...oh how she despised him...already...
For a moment, she didn't respond, and then, quietly, trying to keep the anger out of her voice, she spoke, "Who is it...?"
She lifted herself from her bed and started to approach the door. Perhaps he had come to apologize? If that was the case, she would probably forgive him. Still, what he had done was immature, and rude, and wasn't even necessary. He liked those kinds of things? She would be sure to get him back now...even if he DID apologize.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 10:10 pm
Rose nudged open the door and peeked inside.
"Umm, hi. I'm Rosa Hanninburg, most people call me Rose. I just moved in two doors down and I thought I would introduce myself. Umm you seemed a little upset so if this is a bad time I could come back."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 10:20 pm
TRICK!
Far too odd! People rarely went out of their way to speak to Hanille, much less give introductions! Still...Hanille felt a little warm sensation inside of her, and her lips made a small smile, "M...my name is Hanille Rogan..."
She rubbed her eyes a bit, cheeks streaked by her tears, "It is very...nice of you...to come in here and to introduce yourself...and..."
She didn't really know what to say. On one hand, she was happy that somebody had come to check on her. On the other, she was sure this was another trick. That's how people worked...they played tricks. What nasty little buggers.
Hanille grabbed the edge of the door and pulled it open more, "You...you can come in if you want..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:53 pm
Rose smiled and entered the room. "It's great to meet you Hanille." She frowned a little at how drab the dorm rooms were. "Hey I'm gonna be decorating my dorm room in the next few days. You want to help me do mine then we can do yours? I've got lots of stuff we could use in my bags. She quickly removed her robe and draped it over a chair. "I hate the uniform. Give me some color!" She nodded to herself. "Ok, my mother said I need to give you the main points, 16, quarter elf, fire, air, here because my fat head father wants me to learn to control my powers so he can marry me off to some rich, utterly boring nobleman. You?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:06 pm
Hanille smiled and listened to the girl. Well, SHE was certainly different. Already she could feel the possible beginnings of a friendship, but she would not wear out her luck just yet. Now Rose was addressing her.
"Oh...well, I'm um...a human, and my magic comes from water. I also have occasional bursts of rejuvenation powers."
She sighed, and took a seat on her bed, "I was sent here by my mentor, Magnus. I once lived in a monastery...with priests...then I discovered I had magical gifts...and I was sent here..."
After a moment of what appeared to be deep thought, Hanille looked towards Rose and smiled lightly, "I'd love to help you decorate your room..."
Hanille was really hoping that this would blossom into a good friendship. If it did, her faith in humanity could then be rekindled. This Rose girl seemed nice enough.
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