Roomies (Eloise)

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh lay on her bed, flipping through the glossy pages of Cosmo. She snorted, skimming through the gossip pages. These magazines were a waste of time and money, but Carleigh had extra to burn after her parent's sent Christmas money. She took a sip of her iced coffee as she hummed along to the pop music that was blaring in the dorm room.

Rarely did the blonde interact or hang around with her roomies, except for El sometimes, who was a sweet girl. She only recently came to Hammel but had a wardrobe to die for. Carleigh was super jealous of the girl's designer European clothes. It would be a lie if Carleigh denied thinking about raiding El's wardrobe from time to time. 

Finishing off her iced coffee, she dropped the empty cup on the floor of the dorm, continuing her unproductive afternoon. Of course, there was chem work Carleigh could be working on but that took a lot of effort and it was difficult to do without Olivia. Suddenly, the door to the dorm opened and Carleigh panicked, reaching for the remote. She turned down the volume. "I'm so sorry... please.." Carleigh's frowned disappeared. "Oh thank god it's you El. I thought you were going to be some official getting mad at me."

[Eloise Eaton]

"Please, we listen to the same type of trashy music. I'm not going to report it," Eloise joked with a sassy smile crossing her lips. She entered the room, backpack in tow. She had just finished classes, and was happy to finally be away from the madness that was the first couple weeks of class. Kids were more likely to be stressed and thinking about a thousand things at once.

Eloise didn't know her roommates too well, but Carleigh seemed ok. Eloise was comfortable enough around her to joke around a bit, and carry on a simple conversation. They weren't friends per-se. Eloise wasn't sure they could be, either. While both girls were sassy and blonde and loved clothes, both were incredibly blunt. And it was hard to take what you dished out.

Eloise threw her backpack - which just so happened to be purple studded and Gucci - onto her bed like it was nothing. Eloise changed her backpack almost daily. She had about 10. Though with the limited closet space in their dorm room she had to keep them in a box stuffed under her bed, not hanging up like they would be at her dad's Paris apartment. She sat on the edge of her bed and began the process of taking off her mid-calf high boots. "What're you reading?" Eloise asked, glancing up at her roommate. She recognized the magazine, but couldn't tell exactly which one it was. The American covers were always so different than the French ones.

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh laughed, nodding in agreement with her pretty blonde roommate. Afterall, it was true. Sometimes the girls would blast the latest pop music and jam out... probably annoying all of their neighbours. Oh well. "What class did you have?" she asked. Carleigh had a free block, so she came back to hang out in her dorm in peace and quiet. With her insomnia, she rarely stayed in the dorm. She hated that her roommates could sleep without problems. The easy sounds of their slumber made nights crawl.

Glancing at the cover, Carleigh snorted. "Cosmo. These magazines are so trash and hypocritical. But, they have cute clothes in here. Plus I had some extra cash to burn so why not read about all the gossip?" She said with a small laugh. She flipped through the pages, then tossed it aside. Carleigh sat up in her bed and ran a hand through her straightened hair. "By the way cute boots." She flashed a smile, and imagined herself in the boots. Carleigh made a mental note to buy herself a pair like it next time she went to the mall.

[Eloise Eaton]

"History," Eloise answered her roomate's query simply. It wasn't her favorite subject, and frankly Eloise had little to say about it. The only reason Eloise even briefly considered history interesting was because of the clothes. Historical fashion was awesome. Wars and treaties and revolutions were less so. Important? Probably. But it didn't interest Eloise in the slightest. "I swear if I was in there for 2 more minutes I would have fallen asleep right in my desk."

Eloise got up and made her way over to her wardrobe to tuck her boots away. "Yeah these are probably my favorite pair," she said with a smile. "I'd say you can borrow them sometime but I have clown feet." Almost every pair of boots Eloise ever bought were custom fit. Her feet weren't even that big. They were just wide. And when you spent money on having them fit right it just made wearing them so much more enjoyable. "Maybe if you save that extra cash instead of buying Cosmo I'll tell you where you can get an exact copy," Eloise offered with a teasing smile.

She would tell Carliegh, though, if she asked. Though her roommate would probably think she was calling some sort of drug dealer when Eloise explained that she would have to wake up in the middle of the night to call a shoesmith in Italy. The guy would give her a deal if she said she was friends with an Eaton. Eloise and her father had strange connections all over the place.

Eloise pulled two outfits out of the wardrobe and held them up in front of her mirror one by one, deciding what she should wear the next day, thinking about how the outfit could be improved. Eloise spent way too much time considering such things. "What do you think?" Eloise asked, "Green or Purple?"

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh wrinkled her nose at the mention of history. She hoped it was an elective here and not a requirement. All of the dates and names of wars and battles... blahh. Nothing memorable about it. History was basically the same thing over and over again, shitty humans fighting for stupid causes. "I don't blame you. I'd be falling asleep right next to you." she said with a chuckle. Mentioning sleep just made the girl feel even more fatigued.

Glancing down at her El's feet, Carleigh shrugged. They didn't appear too out of the ordinary. Afterall, Paris Hilton had something like, size 11 feet. That was a little odd to find out. "Maybe I will!" she exclaimed, laughing again. She really needed a new pair of boots. Ones that looks fashionable but were also practical for the Vermont snow. "They work well in the snow?" she asked, rolling over to lay on her back. Money wasn't a concern, and definitely didn't appear to be for El as well. Quality was important. She was tired of buying boots only to have them fall apart after one snow storm.

Carleigh sat up, tilting her head to the side. "Uhm... I say green." She nodded at her decision.

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise made a face in the mirror, holding up the green shirt to herself again. "Maybe I'll just wear white," she mummbed to herself. She had to pick a good outfit for her not-date date with Monroe. Something that said 'hey I know fashion. I'm not a slob' etc, but made it very clear that it wasn't actually a date...

"I guess they work in the snow..." Eloise said, putting the clothes back in the closet, and directing the conversation back to her boots. "I've never actually worn them in the snow... there isn't much snow in the parts of Europe where I lived," El explained, realizing that she really ever saw snow when her dad took her skiing. And those occasion were special, and she wore ski boots, not expensive custom made Italian boots.

"Do you still have class today?" Eloise asked, still not having memorized her roommate schedule. Honestly, it didn't concern Eloise that much, but she wanted to know how long she'd have the company for.

[Carleigh Davidson]

"White is nice as well." Carleigh added with a wide smile. "If I can be nosy, why you concerned about what to wear? Your wardrobe is to die for. Any piece will work out perfectly... for whatever occasion you need it to work for." She laughed at the vagueness, flopping back down on her bed.

She nodded, adjusting her head on her pillow. Carleigh yawned a little before answering. "Ahh, alright. Gotcha." At El mentioning Europe, Carleigh sighed. A girl could dream right?

Thinking for a moment, Carleigh half shrugged. "I think I may have a training session later. But for other classroom classes, nah. Done for the day." Her homework sat on her floor, neglected by the one blonde. She should probably work on that... Carleigh rolled over, laying on her side, facing Eloise. "What about you?"

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise rolled her eyes, knowing that it would be weird to explain the entire Monroe story, so she just settled by explaining, "I'm getting coffee with this guy later. And it needs to be very very clear that it ISN'T a date. But I still need to look good. We're going to be in public," she explained, keeping it super short and sweet, knowing that if she tried to explain the vision or Adaryn, Carleigh would probably just get confused.

"Until then I was just thinking about lounging around. Maybe do some online shopping," she said with a shrug. "No more classes for me today." She loved when she got done her classes early. And she hadn't needed a private training session in over a year now. She was very comfortable with her power and how to control it, even though sometimes she was just too lazy to put up a shield- like right now when it was just her and her roommate "But you should probably do that homework you're trying hard to pretend doesn't exit," Eloise noted with a teasing smile as she flopped on her own bed.

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh tapped on her chin, thinking. "Maybe a cute skirt or something with a cardigan and a tank top. Casual and girly without being over the top." She said with a shrug. She often wore skirts casually. Nothing wrong with it in her opinion.

"Sounds like a fun, relaxing afternoon." Carleigh said, smiling. The blonde loved those kind of days. She could ignore her responsibilities and turn it into that kind of afternoon, but probably wasn't the best idea...

And El realized that too. Carleigh laughed, grinning. "I should. But... it's so hard." she said, pouting afterwards, Chemistry, ick. "It's so hard to just sit down and do it." She made a face.

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise turned her head, and blew some hair out of her face with a puff of hair, and a flick of her neck. Laying her head back on the pillow she noted, "Yeah, but I've found the more work you do now, the sooner you can slack off an not care." Eloise was great at half-assing work and then spending time online shopping or sketching. Though Carliegh did not have the added luxury of being able to read minds, and therefore get the answers from other people working on the same assignments.

"It will be great once I'm out of here and don't need to worry about Chemical formulas and the Pythagorean theorem or anything else that doesn't intrest me," Eloise said dreamily, mind wandering. Graduation was rapidly approaching, and Miss Eloise couldn't wait to be free. "but then again I still don't really know what I'm going to do after graduation..." Travel with her dad again? Settle somewhere on her own? Would her dad keep supporting her? Would she have to get *gasp* a job? She shook off that thought very quickly.

[Carleigh Davidson]

"I suppose that's true. I think I'll just keep procrastinating on it though." Carleigh said with a laugh. She could always copy the work off of someone later. Her classmates were pretty nice. Although, that wouldn't help her already low test scores... Carleigh played around with the idea in her head for a minute, debating on what to do. She'd figure it out later.

"You graduate this year, right?" Carleigh asked, never one to pay attention to age and grades. She didn't see El in any of her classes though, so she figured the other blonde was older. She laughed at El's dreamy expression, but Carleigh knew next year she'd feel the same way. "The freedom will be great, I'm sure. And you still got time." It wasn't even February yet. "Take some time off and figure things out maybe." Carleigh suggested, with a shrug.

Her brother didn't do that. Right away, Brody knew he was going to be a lawyer. Carleigh snorted scornfully at the thought.

[Eloise Eaton]

Eloise chuckled at her roommates lack of motivation that often mirrored her own, admittedly. "Yes, Graduation is in May," Eloise said with a dreamy sigh, thinking of life outside the walls of a boarding school - something she hadn't seen since she was much younger. "And I'm definitely going to take time off... I'm just not so sure what I want to do with it. If I should go back to traveling with my dad or go off on my own or settle somewhere... it's all extremely overwhelming actually," Eloise admitted.

She sighed and rolled over to face Carliegh making a weird face when she thought negatively of her brother's ambitions, but shaking off, figuring it wasn't any of her business. "Plus I don't know what my dad thinks about anything... the year off... fashion school... I need to call him more," she noted.

[Carleigh Davidson]

"That'll be nice." Carleigh said, smiling over at the other blonde. The events that always came with graduation seemed like a lot of fun; dances, dinners... the whole shebang. "Will you miss it here?" She asked, curious about her roommate's view on graduation and the chance of not seeing friends again. The thought scared Carleigh. "Hm, maybe travel on your own for a little bit? Enjoy some freedom."

"Anyways, I'm sure you'll figure it out." All the pieces would fall into place. "Anywhere in particular you wanna travel to?" Hopefully all the questions weren't annoying Eloise, as Carleigh was honestly curious about what she had planned. She smiled at the blonde reassuringly.

Nodding, she fidgeted with her fingernails. Carleigh noticed the face, tilting her head slightly to the side. She, of course, was confused by the face but didn't feel comfortable enough asking. "Planning on doing fashion?" For good reason, El seemed to be quite good at it. Least from what she had seen.

[Eloise Eaton]

"I don't think I'll miss Hammel much... I havn't been here long enough to miss it. And I have no clue where I want to go. I've already been so many places... I wouldn't know what I want to see again... who I would go with or go to..." Eloise explained. In fact, she didn't really have anyone to go to. She never really made friends since she moved so much. And as far as she knew the only family she had were her grandparents in France. Though she could get used to the idea of living in france for a while.

Eloise was actually extremely jealous of people who had strong family ties... huge family reunions and large groups of friends. It was something she had always read about or seen on TV but never experienced herself. Though the only thing that made her more mad than not having such relationships, were people who took theirs for granted. Sometimes Carleigh complained about her family in a way that made Eloise sort of mad. She should be thankful for such a big, happy, loving family. She never really said anything though - feeling as if it wasn't her place.

"And yes... fashion. It was always fashion for me and always will be," Eloise said definitively, knowing it was the only thing in her life that she felt was 100% set in stone. She had decided when she was 6 and was working toward it ever since. "What about you?" Eloise asked with a tilt of her head. "I know its a bit more in the future, but you have to have some idea of the future, yeah?"

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh had forgotten that El hadn't been around Hammel as long as she had been. (six years) "True enough. Hard to miss something you haven't been a part of for a long time." She agreed, nodding. Even though she was sure that her roommate had already talked about her travels before, it was something Carleigh found interesting. "What's your favourite place then?" A sudden idea popped into her head. "Oh! I saw some people do this thing where they threw darts at a map and that's how they decided where to go next." The blonde suggested with a beaming smile. That would be fun!

"You alright?" Carleigh finally asked, seemingly out of nowhere. "I.. sorry for asking. You don't have to tell." She added quickly. Didn't want to be a bother.

Smiling, she gestured over towards her trashy magazines. "I'll for for you in the pages one day. Just remember who I am when you become a hot shot designer." She said with a wink, followed with a giggle. At El's question, Carleigh shrugged. "I like fashion. I don't really know. I don't really have any super talents or anything." She said, a blush appearing on her face. It was the one time the seemingly put together, confident blonde was vulnerable. Her future was one big unknown.