The dark haired girl looked up at the sound of someone coming in. Already in a set of green and silver pjs she was reading a rather heavy looking book. Her toiletries and towel on the couch by her.

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"Oh.. hi there. " . She offered a hand to the other girl before looking to the bathroom.

"I wasn't sure what you had been up to and didn't want to assume you wanted the shower first.... I know I take a long time in the shower so I figured I'd let you go first so tou weren't kept waiting"

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She seemed a little chilly but no where near as snippy as she had been at the barn. She more or less just looked tired.. not mean.

Alina-18-Quinn-Victoria

"Oh, thank you, but I don't mind. I can always shower in the morning, anyway." To be kind, Alina slipped into the bathroom and took a super quick shower, brushing her teeth quickly after.

"It's all yours." Alina was exhausted, so gave up on starting a conversation, and went to bed.

She nods and will head inside. Taking an almost 40 minute shower before just sitting in the steam for a while. Taking especially care to detangle and condition her hair...

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With a sigh she will rise to dry off. Changing back in her pjs and brushing her teeth before ambling back into their room. Flopping down in bad with a sigh before falling right to sleep.

Rembrandt Ford - 19 - Black - Barn - Mentions: Open

Rembrandt was freaking out in the passenger seat, adrenaline flowed through his veins making his pulse race. As each moment passed, he got more nervous. His thoughts were focused on the fact that he was late. A sudden blast of cold air hit him with a jolt, ripping him away from his fretting, he flinched with a sharp inhale, curling inwards and crossing his arms as an instinctive attempt to keep his body warm. After a moment, the windows were rolled back up, the sweeping cold wind shut out and the roar of it muffled again. He glanced over at his cousin, who spared a brief glance away from the road to catch his dark eyes with her sharp blue gaze, "Calm down, lil cousin, we're almost there." She spoke, redirecting her focus onto the road. He didn't reply, but took a deep breaths in an effort to calm himself, forcing his thoughts onto matters that did not include him being very late; it worked for a total of five minutes, and the worry was building again when the car passed under the entrance to the academy. They proceeded through the gates and his cousin drove up to Barn #41. The moment the car stopped, he was out and moving to the back.

He unloaded Black with little difficulty and led him to his stall, trying to be quiet, though it seemed the other horses in the barn were his and Black's presence, not very surprising. He put the black gelding in to his stall and then headed back to unload his gear and belongings. "See you later little Rem," His cousin said in lieu of a usual goodbye, suddenly the woman reached out and yanked him to her side, ruffling his short black hair maybe a little rougher than necessary; in retaliation, he elbowed her side sharply and twisted away, a grin on his face, "I'm not little, only a year younger" he insisted, nervousness forgotten in that brief moment.

"Keep tellin' yourself that," she laughed, a grin on her own face, "Call everybody when you're all settled in." She told him before getting in the car and pulling out. Rembrandt stood there for a moment, watching the vehicle leave until it was out of sight. Then he turned, and took as much tack and gear as he could and took it to the tack room, talking softly to himself in Arabic while he stored them in the proper places. He then returned to Black's stall to make sure the horse was okay, he rubbed the space between the gelding's eyes for a few moments, letting himself calm down more. "Yeah boy, it's going to be interesting" he said softly, before giving the horse a pat to his neck and leaving to collect the rest of possessions. He stood there for a moment, kind of distracted and a bit overwhelmed; his stress was more or less replaced by excitement, and nervousness blended together. His head tilted back, looking up at the morning sky, kind of unsure. He didn't want to wake up a roommate by slinking into his assigned dorm, or have a roomate wake up to a stranger in the room. So he stayed outside, looking around slowly.

Donna would have looked up from her morning coffee as she heard the crunch of gravel under wheels outside. She sighs and rolls her eyes, setting down the roster she was currently looking at and stand up. Grabbing her coffee, she heads out to see a black gelding being lead into the stalls and a boy hurrying back outside. She will wait for him to get his tack put away before she goes to say hello to the new gelding and probably scare the crap out of the student.

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When he finally reappears, she will look over the edge of her sunglasses at him and says, "Son, you are a whole day late... Now there had better be a good reason why I have a horse that is unaccounted for in my barn and that I was not told I was getting a new arrival this morning." She will sip her coffee before crossing her arms, her look firm and unamused.

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Freshly showered from his morning work out, Kaleb will head into the barn on the heels of a young man that had not been around yesterday during the move in. He will see one of the teachers swoop in like a hawk on the poor kid and winces at her tone. Thinking on his feet, he will slip into the tack room and comes out a few minutes later with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand. He will stay behind the woman and makes a face to the other boy before motioning to the cup in his hand with a 'If you need a distraction, tell her to turn around' kind of look.

Rembrandt Ford - 19 - Black - Barn - Mentions: Kaleb, Donna

Rembrandt tensed in surprise for a moment, before he turned to face the woman who spoke. She was the same height as he was, though she was an adult, most likely a teacher here, and she looked unamused. He honestly didn't know why the lady didn't know about a new arrival, truly didn't. It took a moment for his mind to process that, perhaps because he was supposed to be at the Academy yesterday. Whoops. Well, that couldn't have been really helped. Right before he opened his mouth to reply, he noticed a taller boy around his age, standing behind the woman; he wanted to flick his eyes to him, but he kept his gaze on the woman's face. He kinda got the message the other was trying to convey to him. But he wasn't one to back out of something. Not really.

"My cousin and I got hung up," he paused for a moment, "Ma'am?" The last part came out as a question, his slight Syrian accent coloring his words, he wasn't sure if the woman wanted to be addressed as something else, "The car broke down, then got a flat tire, and then Black didn't want to get back into the trailer; and we had to sleep." He explained. He really didn't know how that all happened, they made sure to check everything before leaving. It was weird, and frustrating.

Rembrandt kept his posture straight, mostly held the woman's gaze, though he had glanced down for just a split second out of instinct because it had felt like he stepped on something odd, which was just stone there. He wasn't quite nervous, but not quite calm either; but he kept his face from showing anything.

Jason-19-Solstace-

Mabye my roommate just arrived late? Jason thought if he did then I should move all of the stuff back in place not to be rude I guess. Jason quickly pulled on a pair of breeches and a suitable shirt. After Jason put everything back he went on his way, doing the morning chores and giving Solstace some treats. Jason glanced at his watch and saw it was 8:00, so he decided to do a quick trail ride before his 9:00 dressage class and after that eat breakfast. Jason brought Solstace to the crossties and quickly tacked him up before setting off. Jason decided to go onto trail A, and found it peaceful. At the end of the trail there was a small lake that Jason decided would be fun to swim in with Solstace. After the ride Jason quickly untacked Solstace and led him to his stable. Jason was ravenous now and hurried over to the cafe for a quick meal to quiet his stomach. When he was heading to his dorm he saw some poor student being yelled at, and Jason assumed the man had arrived late. Jason wanted to see if this person was his roommate and lingered in the cafe a bit longer.

"Ma'am is right... My name is Belladonna Algodono, or Donna. Call me anything else and I will not be happy with you... Well, more unhappy than I am now." She takes another sip of her coffee and sighs. "As for your ordeal, the proper thing to do would have been to call ahead an let us know you were going to be late. I was just finishing up more permanent stall assignments and I had left your gelding out since I figured you were not coming... Now, let's get this sorted out..."

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She turns in time to see Kaleb and one of the other boys beyond taking his horse out for a ride. She checks her watch and shakes her head, taking note of the boy's horse. If that student is late for her class by even a minute, she will be having a long talk with him. "Kaleb, right? Have you seen any of the other teachers around? There is supposed to be a staff meeting in a little while before we start classes for the day..."

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"No Ma'am. I haven't seen anyone else yet this mornin. I made ye another cuppa coffee when i made one fer myself though." He will hand her the cup. He smiles as she nods her thanks and refills her travel mug. "If ye wanted, I could show the new student round before we need to prepare for classes. Make sure his gelding is all fed and ready te work."

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Donna sighs as she goes to toss the empty cup in a trashcan before screwing the top back on her mug. "That would be helpful, Kaleb... Thank you." She looks between both boys and nods once. "You both may be a little late to my dressage lesson today so that you can get him settled... Now off with you." Turning around, she will head back into the barn office and sits to text the teacher group chat and see where their meeting was supposed to be.

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"You heard the lady... Let's get you settled in yer dorm before we have te hustle back te classes." He will offer a hand with a smile. "Me name's Kaleb. Yer's is Rembrandt, right?"