Becca Sommers

It was a Monday. That in itself had Becca leaning towards a day of laziness, and without a roommate to occasionally encourage her sociable side, it seemed even less enticing than normal to actually do anything constructive outside of her dorm.

So she turned up her music nice and loud, and chose to spend this day of laziness stretched out on her bed in comfortable clothes and with her laptop, editing some old photos into an album form to email across to Jaime.

A girl couldn't always be skirting the law in her computer-based activities.

[[ooc: Oooopen door and post.]]

Twenty-four hours was, as it turns out, all the time it took Becca to unpack the stuff she'd dragged down with her from San Francisco.

She hadn't expected it to be quite that easy. Her side of the dorm room actually looked quite homey. Homey to Becca, anyway. A couple of Amnesty International posters she'd liberated from her Dad's place, the computer she'd snuck past Jaime and music... It was possibly a matter of preference.

Still, she was unpacked, and not quite sure what she was supposed to do with herself now, so she'd stretched herself out on her bed with a book she wasn't really concentrating on to pass the time. She was feeling a little lightheaded and... just 'blah', and was blaming that on the humidity for now. Getting sick first week at a new school was just not an option.

[[Open, but I will be going to bed pretty soon, so expect SP of the extended variety. Becca will be all sickly while I'm away.]]

Becca poked her head around the door, checking there wasn't anyone in there before strategically dumping all her luggage in the doorway to prop it open.

She'd just spent several hours in a small car with wonky a/c with Jaime doing her best 'parent speech' before dropping her off. 'Be good','I hope you didn't steal any of my clothes', 'don't set any fires, or hack any government databases'. All very normal. She could usually just lock herself in her room to get away from it, though. Bit more difficult when you were sat in the passenger seat.

It didn't take long for Becca to search out her speakers and throw up the volume on her iPod. Music made having to unpack now far more tolerable.

Thoughts of the car journey were only really put on hold only when she figured out she got her own bathroom.

"... Now, that's awesome."

[[OOC: Open door, open post. SP for a couple of hours in the afternoon while I go run for charity.]]

Name: Becca Sommers
Age: 15
Living Arrangements: Room 1, Servants Quarters with Summer Roberts.
Year of Origin: 2007
Fandom: Bionic Woman (2007)

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