Mirchie
The user previously known as Hero-in-the-Dark
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After she had acquired her room's card key, Suzy quickly made it her own. Dumping her bag, which was a backpack instead of a trunk, very long, but quite thin. Her possessions were in it, but no trunk could hold the plumed spear and heavy, bolt-action rifle concealed within this particular bag. Her clothes were shoved haphazardly into drawers, the only things that got hung up were her uniform and her splendid cloak, black with silver linings, and a Celtic broach. It was made by her grandmother before her death, and was Suzy's most treasured piece of clothing. In the rest of her room, her textbooks would be piled, and a laptop would sit at her desk. So far Suzy hadn't done much. She hadn't really been out much apart from the tour, and hadn't made any acquaintances yet. This was in part due to her lack of effort to meet anyone, and also through her strange abilities to be unnoticeable, a ghost in the crowd. She might not have been here long, but if one looked around enough, there would be scratches in the wood here and there where she solo-practised with her spear every night. The bed sheets were a tangled mess, which was just how she liked them.
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