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[Sky Timber]

One would notice two things if they walked into the girl's dorm. First off, that there was virtually no one there, and secondly, the only sound was coming from the top floor. This sound was loud enough the entire building was vibrating. On the ground floor, one could feel the bass beat through one's feet. At the back of the top floor is a two-person dorm room. Music was blaring from more amps than most would sit and count. A red haired girl was sitting on the bed farthest from the door with a pair of marching sticks in her hands and a practice pad in front of her. The Ralph Hardimon's she was using were strictly for practice. They weren't even taped.

Around the room were items ranging from an $18,000 12 piece trap set to a cinder block currently in use as a nightstand. With random percussion odds and ends just about every where and a few reeds littering the floor. There was a knife stick or two in the wall. Well, sticking out of a guys face in a picture would be more acurate... The picture was of the resident's old highschool drum captain. Needless to say, there were several holes in him. At first glance, the room appeared to have random shit just laying out, but if you ask either of the dorm occupants, you'll get the same answer: it's completely organized; we can find everything.

The song playing was Next Go Round by Nickleback. There was music strewn out around the girl on the bed but she wasn't paying any attention to it. Her hands were working with the tempo of the current song; the sticks hitting the pad in perfect rythm. She had to have the snare part to the halftime show perfect by the next game or Captain would have her sticks. Next Go Round ended and S.E.X. switched on. The tempo was only barely different so it took virtually no effort for the girl to change. A'right...do it again.

[Sky Timber]

The girl was so emersed in practicing that she didn't even notice the door open...or anyone walk in. "What the fuck!?" she said as one of her knife sticks flew through the air in the direction of whomever just turned off her sound system. In basically the same movement she was able to catch the Dr. Pepper that had been tossed in her general direction. The stick she had thrown was now sticking out of the door where the blond girl's face had just been. "Oh...hey 'Zona. Thanks for the Dr. Pepper...I need some cafiene." She stood and stretched her limbs as her best friend laid down.

"Ya know...we need a fridge...but where the hell would we put it?" she glanced around the room. There was no where to put one. The closet wasn't really used by either girl, but there was a Timber Wolf, Peregrine Falcon, and Red Fox that called it home. "Oh...and sorry 'bout tha'...Tia and Daedalus are used to my blaring music so the sound level don't really bother 'em." The music blared again as 'Zona turned it back on and Sky went back to practicing. She was only able to do one or two runthroughs before she turned it off. "See what you did? Now I cain't even fricken practice!"

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[`zona cassaway]

Pulling the front door to the dormitory open, a tall, blond Sophomore walked in, her usual messenger bag flung casually over her shoulder and the bright red tips of her hair caught the fluorescent lights lightly, but, she ignored it. Her bag had all of her usual crap; her computer, some pens, a journal, and her iPod. Immediately when she stepped into the door, she could already hear the music that was coming from their room, and it was a few floors above her. Rolling her bright green eyes, she shrugged and walked over to the vending machine. The one thing that their room didn't have was a fridge of some sort...and she didn't want to keep buying ice to put in the bathtub to keep things cold...it worked, which was the only goal. They would need a fridge one of these days. Putting in two dollars, she got a water bottle, and a Dr. Pepper, she'd be nice.

Returning the glare of one of the other residents, she knew she'd probably have to send the request on to turn the music down at least a click. Heading over to the stairs, she made her way up to the floor where she and her roommate lived. They didn't even bother to keep their door locked, which never ceased to amuse her, seeing as they had so much stuff in the room, but, then again, it was them, no one would even think of crossing them, for all she knew, they had cameras installed in their rooms. She hadn't asked yet. Walking over to the main amp in the mess of an organized room, she clicked the mute button as she ducked to avoid whatever she knew would be thrown at her for messing with the music. As much as I like Nickelback, you're going to make Eve go deaf.

[/b] She laughed. Tossing the Dr. Pepper to the other girl, and then bent down beside her bed, moving so that she was laying on her belly, she reached her arm all the way under the bed, searching for the fluff ball. Finally, her fingers brushed against fur, snagging it, she gently pulled out her little fox. Holding the shaking critter against her shoulder, she spoke to it softly in french and then turned back to her roommate and pushed the mute button again, making the room erupt with sound, but, she turned it down a few clicks. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]