From: studiesallnight	Date: August 26th, 2010 07:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Bekka, for the most part, ignored her roommate's entrance and her own unpacking mission. She had more important things to worry about, and if all went well, they might even successfully ignore each other's existence for as long as possible. It wasn't that she overly disliked Tatum, just that she saw little reason for their association. Stupid school and their stupid rooming system. She might as well have been roomed with a cactus for all she cared. All that mattered was her book.

To most, the next scene might have proven comical, for in a little longer than a flash, Bekka was hidden mostly under her bed, with only her sneakers poking out. Finally, with her head still hidden Bekka called out. "Tatum- black book, lots of math in it. Have you seen it?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: August 27th, 2010 10:29 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum had been rather engrossed in straightening out a stack of Super Nintendo cartridges when Bekka caught her attention. She turned slightly, enough to just see the sneakers hanging from under the edge of the bed. She blinked a little, instinctively biting on her lower lip, trying not to laugh just a little at the sight. She wasn't sure how Bekka took to being laughed at.

"Uhm, I haven't seen it, not since.. you last had it, anyway, which was.. I mean, I have seen it, but not today.. or uhm, right now," she stammered, mentally kicking herself the entire time, feeling like a babbling moron. "Sorry," she quickly added.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: August 30th, 2010 06:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Yeah. Alright." Bekka rolled her eyes, this was a bit ridiculous and having an idiot for a roommate wasn't helping the situation much. She started to do her best impression of a backwards military crawl to try and make her way out from under the bed. At least the one good thing about it being so early in the year was that under her bed was still very little, no bugs, dust or wayward spells. She did however, bump her head on the way out and tried to sit up, cursing as she rubbed the spot on the back of her head.

It was here that she saw the rather retro games Tatum had out, giving them an inquisitive eye she had to ask, "Aren't those older than you?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: August 30th, 2010 07:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum had been in the process of returning her full attention to the games, when Bekka mentioned them. She blinked a little, looking at the various cases and cartridges she had out, and then looking at the ones in the boxes, still waiting to be unpacked. "Some of them are," she finally replied, glancing at Bekka quickly, and then away again with equal speed.

"Mostly just the original NES games, most of them are from the eighties, and I have an Atari at home.. and an original Gameboy somewhere in my desk drawer. That's pretty old," she explained, reaching up to tuck some hair nervously behind her left ear. "Uhm, why though?"

	From: studiesallnight	Date: August 30th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Bekka's face was deadpan, she neither smiled nor frowned, for the most part this conversation was fruitless, and worst off. It was distracting her from the search for her book. "Because, it seems ridiculous to waste your space with those." She stood up then, lifting her mattress for the off chance it was there.

"Let me guess, putting it on the bookshelf instead of actual books?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: August 31st, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum watched Bekka again, watched her pull up the mattress, frowning a little, vaguely hoping her bed wasn't next. "Some of them, I guess, like.. with actual books, I own actual books," the other girl replied quietly, just slightly downtrodden. She had a feeling that regardless of what she had to say, Bekka wouldn't deem it as a proper answer.

"I own books," she murmured again, as if that confirmed it, before she reached for something else from her box, placing it up onto a bedside shelf.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: September 1st, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Do you want a trophy or something for it?" Asked Bekka sarcastically. Clearly they weren't going to be a pair that stayed up all night giggling or painting each others toenails or whatever the fuck it is normal girls do. Heck, Bekka wasn't even so sure she'd be able to get a real conversation out of her roommate until mid-term, and only if she was lucky until then. She stood and spun on the spot a little, hoping half-halfheartedly that the book would just jump up this way. When she spoke again, she was a little bit (only a little bit) frustrated.

"Look while you're going through your congressional library, keep an eye open for it. Alright? I'm fucked if I can't edit it before the first game."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 1st, 2010 03:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I'll keep looking," Tatum replied quickly, nodding her head. When she thought Bekka had finished addressing her, she returned to the games, feeling significantly less enthusiastic about putting out her collection now. She almost wanted to go and get back to Frankie's room already. Bekka made a good point; it was sort of a dumb thing to have laying around everywhere, and Bekka wasn't the only one who thought so.

When she had finished with the current box finally, she moved it aside with another empty one, before moving to open another one up. She glanced at Bekka again, and then back down to the box. "I can like, uhm.. go, or whatever, if you need room to look around."

	From: studiesallnight	Date: September 2nd, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Go, stay. I don't really care." Bekka replied absently. She had dedicated her attention to another box of her own that had once been stowed away in the closet. She waved a hand dismissively. "Go do whatever it is you people do. I'm good."

Honestly, she didn't exactly care at this point. Tatum had proved fruitless in her notebook search, and if she left it at home, or in her father's car then that would be a whole different adventure to retrieve it. If that was so, then Bekka was assured that her roommate would be just as useful there as here.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 2nd, 2010 07:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum frowned a little at the response, though she didn't say anything immediately. She turned her back, attention on her shelf again, wiping a bit of dust away and then adjusting the items piled upon it. She worked out a delicate balance for most of her belongings, and with any many games and things as she had hanging around, it tended to be a series of precarious balanced piles.

"What do you mean you people?" she asked finally, without looking back.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: September 8th, 2010 12:06 pm (UTC)		(Link)

The question caused Bekka to glance up at her roommate, really? Did the girl not know? So with a sigh she straightened herself up more proper and adjusted the unwelcome bangs from her forehead.

"You know, 'you people'. People like you and your little friends." Wasn't that clear enough?

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 13th, 2010 06:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Oh," Tatum replied softly, feeling instantly stupider. She turned her head a bit, focusing on unpacking again, her hands shaking just a bit. "I thought you meant gay-- ... err, y'know, something else," she explained, trailing off.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: September 13th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I didn't realize that was such an issue for you Tatum." She drawled slightly, it wasn't as if it was a great surprise about her roommate's preference, after all, it wasn't like this was the first time they'd ever spent time around each other. "I'll be sure to stop bringing home all the men from campus."

She went back to searching, this time repacking what had been scattered around the foot of her bed, presumably this might discover the hidden book. "Do lesbos have different kinds of fun than us squares?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: September 15th, 2010 11:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I didn't even mean-- whatever, forget it," Tatum began to protest, trailing off more softly toward the end. Her hand tensed on the book she was holding, as she slid it into it's place on the second shelf up. She glanced back at Bekka as the other girl continued to speak, although she faced her books again before she bothered to reply.

"Just forget it, please? We're not even-- we're.. nevermind."