Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 21:51:00 GMT 10
Title: University
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 255
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Welcome to the first day of school. It doesn’t go as expected. At all. (ModAU)
Alanna dropped her bags outside the door to her room and dug through the contents of her pockets in order to fish out the key she had been given at orientation.
Jamming it into the lock, Alanna shoved the door open with one hand and stooped to grab at her bags with the other.
“Hey.”
There was already someone in the room. Dumping her stuff on the clearly unclaimed, plastic university mattress, Alanna looked around.
Sports posters, athletic equipment, a couple of posters from the latest action adventure flicks—her roommate looked like a pretty cool chick.
A guy sprawled across the other bed, looking up from the book he was flipping through idly. He nodded to her.
“You the boyfriend?” Alanna asked, giving him a quick once over. Not horrifying, anyways. His shiny black hair looked like he’d spent half an hour on it alone; Alanna had crammed hers under her baseball cap and called it good.
“What?” The guy sat up. “Dude, what are you talking about, this is my room.”
Alanna blinked. Yanking the door back open, she actually paid attention to the tags on the door that displayed the occupants’ names.
Jon Conte one read. Alan Trebond
Letting the door go, Alanna turned slowly back to the guy—Jon.
“Hey, so,” she rocked forwards on her toes and pulled the baseball cap from her head, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders. “…uh, I’m Alanna Trebond, and uh, I guess I’m your roommate.”
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 255
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Welcome to the first day of school. It doesn’t go as expected. At all. (ModAU)
Alanna dropped her bags outside the door to her room and dug through the contents of her pockets in order to fish out the key she had been given at orientation.
Jamming it into the lock, Alanna shoved the door open with one hand and stooped to grab at her bags with the other.
“Hey.”
There was already someone in the room. Dumping her stuff on the clearly unclaimed, plastic university mattress, Alanna looked around.
Sports posters, athletic equipment, a couple of posters from the latest action adventure flicks—her roommate looked like a pretty cool chick.
A guy sprawled across the other bed, looking up from the book he was flipping through idly. He nodded to her.
“You the boyfriend?” Alanna asked, giving him a quick once over. Not horrifying, anyways. His shiny black hair looked like he’d spent half an hour on it alone; Alanna had crammed hers under her baseball cap and called it good.
“What?” The guy sat up. “Dude, what are you talking about, this is my room.”
Alanna blinked. Yanking the door back open, she actually paid attention to the tags on the door that displayed the occupants’ names.
Jon Conte one read. Alan Trebond
Letting the door go, Alanna turned slowly back to the guy—Jon.
“Hey, so,” she rocked forwards on her toes and pulled the baseball cap from her head, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders. “…uh, I’m Alanna Trebond, and uh, I guess I’m your roommate.”