Rest in Peace [open for everyone yo]

It'd only taken a couple minutes to turn this place into her own personal dorm room. Jane was laying stretched out across the sofa, watching the TV through half-lidded eyes. Her shoes had been abandoned at the door, her jacket left hanging on the old grandfather clock that stood sentry by the wall, her socks to God-knows-where. It didn't matter at any rate. The show was some shitty late-night soap opera that she'd lost the plot to hours ago, and it was doing its job well in putting her to sleep.

She couldn't have told you when exactly she closed her eyes, but before long, darkness overtook her and she sunk into deep dreams. Then there was nothing but the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her mouth hanging half-open in her sleep, with her hand resting on her stomach.

Jane never heard the door open.

"You're not going to let me sleep huh?" He told his brain as if he was expecting an answer back. D'angelo was trying to catch up on some sleep. He hadn't really slept well since staying in Beata. Who knows, maybe he was a bit homesick. Rolling out of bed, he reached for his suitcase and grabbed a blue sweater. Already wearing some comfy gym shorts and a plain white shirt. Walking very zombie-like toward the bathroom to wash his face. Looking in the mirror to find out his hair was messy from the tossing and turning he had done. D'angelo could have fixed it but he didn't care too much about it. Figuring he would go to the lounge since he couldn't sleep. Letting out one big yawn before he teleported to the lounge.

Few seconds later, the boy was successfully in the lounge. A few feet behind one of the couches. Taking notice of what was going on, there had already been two other people in the area. One being his dorm roommate Jules and the other a girl he didn't know. The unknown person being asleep and Jules watching some weird tv show. Not quite sure what was going on he went around and found a small space of couch to sit on. "Sup Jules."

Jane started awake with a sharp intake of breath as the sock hit her face.

She peeled it off, blinking the blurriness from her eyes, and tossed it back onto the floor. "Jules?" she muttered, her voice thick with sleep. Jane glanced back at the TV. Some subtitled Asian drama that she didn't remember watching. She glanced back at Jules, and to the new guy resting on the couch. How long had he been there?

"I'd like to see them try," Jane said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Was it a crime to try and get some sleep? It was easier in here than in the initiate dorms. "When did I get so popular? You shouldn't sneak up on people when they're sleeping, you know."

Continuing watching the Korean soap opera, D'angelo watched with a confused look on his face. Trying to make sense of it. Thinking how gorey it was. He didn't mind movies and tv shows with gore in them. Although too much gore would make him cringe after awhile. Adjusting his position on the couch as Juliette made space. He caught the remote In one hand and tossed it to the other; almost dropping it in the process. Switching through the various channels looking for something of interest. Must have skipped about seven channels before stopping on what seemed to be the sports portion of a news broadcast.

If there was anything D'angelo was good at, it was sports. He was fairly average when it came to anything related to education. Letting out a big yawn as he through his arms over his head and watched the coverage. It was two anchormen breaking down the highlights of a baseball game. This continued for about five minutes until it started to play the weather forecast for tomorrow. A bit bummed out as it ended quickly, D'angelo stood up and placed the remote on the little coffee table. Leaving it up for grabs for anyone. "Oh! I had almost forgotten...My name is D'angelo by the way. Nice to meet you." he said to the other girl before sitting back down.

"Since when did it become fine to throw socks at any poor innocent you see sleeping in public?" she lamented in mock tones, smiling despite herself, putting a hand over her heart. "You even gave me a handkerchief, but now you just throw sweaty old socks in my face. What happened to us?"

She turned her head back toward the TV as Jules set the remote down. Ouch. A little blood and gore never fazed her, but she couldn't help but try and put herself in his shoes. At least when he died, he would stay dead. The pain would keep coming for her. It changed, suddenly, as the other guy went flipping through channels before settling on a baseball boxscore. Sports had never been her forte, but she'd always pretended to be interested for her brother's and sister's sake. Her dad too, if he counted.

"Nice to meet ya," she greeted when he introduced himself. "My name's Jane. I hope you won't throw a sock in my face too."

"Well I might just throw a sock or two at you." D'angelo jokingly said to Jane. Readjusting himself on the couch to find the right spot. Looking up at Juliette when she had spoken. Something interesting? Wondering what she could be alluding to. Juliette seemed like an interesting person to D'angelo. From her very laid back attitude, to her taste in gorey soap operas. The boy only wondered what she was going to suggest next. "Sure, why not? What do you have in mind Jules?" He said in a curious time while looking her way.

"I could always do with a little more excitement in my life," Jane added on after D'angelo. She wondered if this was also part of keeping her on her toes. "Just as long as it doesn't involve torturing me with any more socks."

"Horses? Here? Wow, I never would have thought that. Beata sure has a bit of everything I guess." D'angelo had never really seen a horse before. Growing up in a city, it would have been odd to see a horse wandering busy streets. Unless there was some type of parade, he had never seen one up close. "That sounds interesting. I'm down." Standing up from the couch and stretching himself out. He was always willing to Try new things. Plus, the midnight air was sure to be very refreshing.

That piqued her interest. Jane sat up, running a hand through her hair. "Horses?" she repeated. Out of all the 'interesting' things Jules could've suggested, 'horses' were the last thing she would've guessed. Well, in any case, it was more exciting than spin-the-bottle. "Do any of you even know how to ride a horse?" She'd ridden a handful of times on her crazy uncle's ranch, but that had always been bareback, with somebody watching over her.

Jane smiled and stretched out her arms. "I'm up for it, just don't get left behind, alright?"

"No, I've never even seen one up close before. How hard can it be?." Smiling as he said that, D'angelo hunched over making sure his shoes were on tight. "Hey! Wait up!" The Autumn yelled at the other Autumn who had darted out the door. Running past the couch and out the door. Teleporting right behind Juliette; The night air feeling just as he had thought it would. Cool and refreshing as he followed closely behind Jules. Taking a quick glance over his shoulders looking for Jane. Almost tripping over a rock in the process.

"Hey...!" In a blink, Jules was out the door and D'angelo was right behind her. Son of a... She scrambled to get off the couch, slipping into her shoes and snatching up her coat on the way out, with no time to slip her socks back on. This hadn't exactly been what she meant by 'make sure you don't get left behind.' Jane raced down the hall after them and outside, into the dark. D'angelo and Jules were only a few short yards ahead, but Jane was already panting by the time she caught up.

"I'm... too... old for... these chases..." she wheezed in-between breaths, a foot or two behind the two of them. I guess the meanest horse is mine...