Melodia, pulling up to the dorm parking lot with a full car, let out a small sigh. She parked in silence and grabbed her purse before opening the door and grabbing a suitcase. From her purse Melodia pulled out a small slip of paper that had a roughly sketched map on it in blue ink. Where the hell is this entrance? Melodia let out a short sigh in frustration as she pulled her suitcase behind her.
The university was relatively small, it had a normal college football field, conjoined with two tennis courts that were in immaculate condition. A smaller building was jutting from the side of the main building and Melodia could barely make out the words of "Engineering Pod". The parking lot was sparse and someone dressed in black overalls wandered outside. Melodia blew hair out of her face and trudged up a steep hill to enter the university from the back.
She swiped the keycard she got in the mail a week ago against the black box on the door and the light turned from red to green. A clicking sound was heard and she pulled open the door, hauled her suitcase in and let the door shut as she walked down the hall, double doors clicking locked once more.
Melodia was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. Her build was sturdy and her face slim. Melodia was very strong, everyone who has taken her on has feared for the time they would cross with her again. She fought with a staff, when the situation arose. Melodia stood at half over five feet tall and she was all torso. Her looks, actually, match her personality. She is Danish, therefore a party animal and very energetic. She corrects everyone, no matter who you are, if you are wrong or are lying, they will be corrected by Melodia. She is also kinetic learner, therefore she has brought along a bunch of different gadgets and thingamabobs that she's constructed on the spot to further understand something.
After walking down the long hallway in front of her, she took a left, following the small map on the scrap of paper. "Hello!"
Melodia looked up upon hearing the call in English. A short blond man was walking up with a small smile on his face. He was clad in a suit, unusual for a young man attending a university, and wore a 'Hello, my name is...' name tag on his left side.
"Are you Melodia?"
He was also carrying a clipboard, with documents on who Melodia was, she assumed silently. His accent was heavily British.
"Yes, I am Melodia. Who are you?" she said with shaky English.
"My name is Arthur Kirkland, and I'm head of this dorm. Were you heading to the office?"
Melodia looked down to the small piece of paper in her hand and nodded, looking up to Arthur again.
"Great! Well, I didn't have anything better to do so I was heading to the back entrance, where I assume you entered," Arthur's smile grew slightly and Melodia broke out into a grin.
"So, I can begin with the tour, if you'd like," Arthur continued, offering his hand to Melodia's suitcase, to which she shook her head, indicating that she could take it herself.
"Very well; we'll head to the dorms first and get you some help with unloading and decorating your things. It says here that you are going to be bunking with…" Arthur trailed off, his smile leaving his face as he read from the clipboard and an expression of anxiety replacing it.
Melodia, in response, frowned and leaned to see what the matter was.
"What is wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. You'll be bunking with Gilbert Beilschmidt," Arthur still had disgust written on his face and his large eyebrows creased, but Melodia shrugged it off. Arthur then led her down the hall she came but took a right out another set of doors, which opened into a large, ballroom-like space. Their footsteps and the rolling of Melodia's suitcase echoed around the room and Melodia looked around, awestruck.
"It certainly is something, isn't it? This is the North Atlantic dorm, this is where my room is! I bunk with a Frenchman and an American, right there, actually." Arthur pointed to one of the various single doors that apparently led to the actual rooms in the dorm.
Melodia kept her smile as Arthur came upon a cedar wood door with a platinum door handle and rapped on it three times. The television was blasting some soap opera but was suddenly silent as a voice from within grumbled rather audibly and unlocked the door with a click and a chang of metal on metal. A tall albino was the one who answered, clad in merely boxers, Melodia noted he was very lean.
"Gilbert! For the love of Queen Elizabeth put clothes on!" Arthur cried, moving to shield Melodia's eyes.
Melodia merely laughed, sticking out her hand and mimicking the American way to greet someone as she had learned in school. Gilbert chuckled, running a hand through his unkempt hair before shaking Melodia's hand.
"Evening, frauline," he said and moved aside. "I can take it from here, Arthur," Gilbert quickly shoved Melodia inside the room before slamming the door directly in Arthur's face.
"Why does you do that?" Melodia said, accent thick and English very uncertain.
Gilbert grinned and said, "Because I can take you on the tour of the dorms and whatnot,"
Melodia nodded hesitantly.
"You can have either one of the rooms on the right side of that hall," Gilbert pointed down a narrow hallway between the 'living' space and the kitchen, "because I've already claimed the one on the left. We have an extra room so don't worry about that,"
Melodia began pulling her suitcase down the hallway and picked the door farthest down, closest to the bathroom. Peeking in her room, she saw it was simply decorated. Her queen bed wore only white sheets and topsheets with two pillows. Melodia scanned the rest of the room, seeing a small nightstand on the left side of the bed, a clock right above a white corner desk and a large corkboard next to that. Melodia entered the room, setting her suitcase on the desk and unzipping it. She walked over to her closet, opening it and seeing drawers on the floor for shoes, she assumed, and a few wire hangers left from the previous owner. Melodia shut her closet doors and turned to her left. There sat the grandest couch she has ever seen, red microfiber and it had an extended part for the legs to recline.
Melodia began unpacking her suitcase when a rapping on the door echoed throughout the empty walls.
"Come, in," Melodia said and she smiled when Gilbert appeared with the rest of her bags and décor.
"Arthur told me which car was yours and I wanted to help you out,"
"Thank you very much," Melodia said as she took the heaping pile of stuff from the albino.
"I'll leave you be now, call me if you need me!" Gilbert shut the door respectfully and Melodia set the stuff on her desk after moving her suitcase to the bed.
Melodia swiftly placed her lava lamp, alarm clock and table lamp onto the nightstand, and, after some unpacking she unloaded her blankets onto the bed and made it quickly. Her own clock replaced the one above the desk and she placed a picture of her boyfriend back at home on the corkboard. Melodia hung all her clothes onto her white, plastic hangers and placed her shoes into the drawers at the floor of her closet. Her throw blanket and set of pillows made their way onto the couch and her Lego Movie poster on the back of her door. Exhausted, she fell onto her bed.