Post by Marshal Bishop on Dec 15, 2014 17:37:01 GMT -5
It was rush hour, old and new students alike from the meet-n-greet had gone back to change from the terrible school uniforms. Marshal didn't mind it, he felt like everyone was closer in uniform; plus all the uniforms made the girls look like anime school girls (though he would never mention it). He was sure this is why the girls (especially) seemed eager to change clothes.
Marshal entered the Boys' dorms, bag in hand and ready to move into his room. Male students shoved past him as he walked slower to find his assigned room number. "409, 409, 409" Marshal repeated to himself looking up from door to door.
"409, Aaahhha." He exclaimed happily. This happiness was short lived as a passing student knocked the luggage from his hands, spilling the contents of the bag across the floor to be trampled on. "Oh, C'mon!" He shouted, nobody seemed to notice or care about what happened, save a few sympathetic glances. People always seemed in a rush here at Ashford.
Marshal scooped the contents back into his single bag and held it fast against his chest, trying to balance it in one arm while simultaneously freeing the other to dig for the room key in his pocket. Finding it, he quickly unlocked and opened the door, his grip slipping from his bag at every passing moment. The door flew open harder than expected, in a desperate attempt not to have his belongings spill out again he awkwardly approached the emptier of the two beds with both hands gripped tightly around the luggage (which was now more of a disorganized bundle).
He gave a sigh, relieved, it could have gone much worse. He then turned around discovering his new roommate pulling up his trousers as if he had just finished changing clothes like the rest of the dormitory. The worst part of this terrible first impression is that the door was left wide open, others could've seen this surprised and perplexed student with his pants down.
Marshal, in his best attempt to remedy the situation, avoided any direct eye contact with the fellow and quickly shut the door to the hall, locking it. He then stood there, paralyzed from personal embarrassment of the situation.
Marshal entered the Boys' dorms, bag in hand and ready to move into his room. Male students shoved past him as he walked slower to find his assigned room number. "409, 409, 409" Marshal repeated to himself looking up from door to door.
"409, Aaahhha." He exclaimed happily. This happiness was short lived as a passing student knocked the luggage from his hands, spilling the contents of the bag across the floor to be trampled on. "Oh, C'mon!" He shouted, nobody seemed to notice or care about what happened, save a few sympathetic glances. People always seemed in a rush here at Ashford.
Marshal scooped the contents back into his single bag and held it fast against his chest, trying to balance it in one arm while simultaneously freeing the other to dig for the room key in his pocket. Finding it, he quickly unlocked and opened the door, his grip slipping from his bag at every passing moment. The door flew open harder than expected, in a desperate attempt not to have his belongings spill out again he awkwardly approached the emptier of the two beds with both hands gripped tightly around the luggage (which was now more of a disorganized bundle).
He gave a sigh, relieved, it could have gone much worse. He then turned around discovering his new roommate pulling up his trousers as if he had just finished changing clothes like the rest of the dormitory. The worst part of this terrible first impression is that the door was left wide open, others could've seen this surprised and perplexed student with his pants down.
Marshal, in his best attempt to remedy the situation, avoided any direct eye contact with the fellow and quickly shut the door to the hall, locking it. He then stood there, paralyzed from personal embarrassment of the situation.