Myla Littman - 17 - Female - Straight - Location: Her room - Tags: Open
Myla smiled at the young girl as she told her about the pancakes that she had made herself. She considered getting some, but she really needed to put these bags down. She sighed and headed towards the front desk, looking back wistfully at the kitchen. She stepped up to the front desk and asked the woman sitting there where her sister's room and her own room were. The lady smiled and handed her a sheet of paper stating everybody's room and who they were with. Iris was with some guy named Ashton and Myla herself was with a girl named Jessica. She handed the paper back the the woman and headed towards her sister's room. When she got there, she peeked inside and saw that the room was empty. She set Iris's stuff on one of the beds and left. When she got to her own assigned room, she looked around the sparsely furnished area and saw that there was nobody there either. She shrugged to herself and chose the bed closer to the window. She set down her bags, and as soon as she set down her purse, her ferret, who had been sleeping inside, began to squirm around and crawled out with a sleepy looks in his eyes. Myla laughed and picked him up. He snuggled into her and promptly fell asleep. She laughed again and placed on him the bed before emptying one of her suitcases and lining the bottom with a fluffy blanket she found in the closet. She then placed Oreo in it, but left it open before sliding it under the bed, which was at just the right height that she could slide the suitcase under it without it even touching the bed, but it was still hidden. Myla then left the room, but not before making sure Oreo was still fast asleep and shutting the door firmly behind herself so he wouldn't get out when he did wake up. She was going to get pancakes, but she didn't feel like being around her sister, who was still mad at her for getting them into this mess, so she decided to just sit out on the front porch in the rain.
Iris Littman - 11 - Female - Straight - Location: Kitchen - Tags: Open
Iris looked up as a girl who looked to be around the same age as her walked over to her and her sister, who had finally gotten all of their luggage out of the rain. The girl said something about pancakes, and Iris's stomach growled. She was hungry anyways, so it would be stupid not to get some. So she left her sister behind with all of the bags again and grabbed a plate, piling it high with pancakes. She then drowned her stack in syrup and grabbed a fork and knife to cut them with. After she sat down, Iris began to study the people in the room. Most people were eating pancakes or just sitting around awkwardly. She devoured her pancakes, and was kind of surprised at how good they were. She hadn't expected the food at a foster home to be so good. She finished her pancakes and decided to try and talk to somebody, as she didn't want to die of boredom. She looked around and was going to talk to the girl who had made the pancakes, but she was already engaged in a conversation. The rest of the people were already talking with somebody, or if they weren't, she figured that they probably didn't want to talk, or they would be already. She sat back in her chair, bored and just a tiny bit dejected. Although she didn't really see the point in making friends, she had hoped to make at least one, so that she would have someone to talk to while she was here.
