Stablemates.(Noir)

Olivia was not an organized lady. She just didn't see the use in it. She didn't need to put things away when she was going to use them in a day or two anyways! This meant that her entire room was covered with random junk. There was clothing strewn about. Books and paper covered the floor. Not to mention her bed wasn't made, of course, who made their bed? The other beds also were covered in clothes, while her closet was left empty.

Instead her blanket was balled up behind her head as she held a text book. At her side was a trusty supply of snacks...but they were also on her other side and all around her, and a bit on the floor. That's when a knock came at the door. Olivia glanced up at the door and got up....slowly. She was groggy and upset. After grumbling across the floor she opened the door, dressed in shorts and a tanktop with messy hair.

"What do you want?" she said, leaning against her door frame grumpily.

Olivia stood there stunned, her eyes widening in shock. She turned and followed Cafe. "What do you mean you live here now?! I don't have a roommate." she said motioning at the room around her. "This is my room. You can't just barge in here!" she said, firmly and with assumed authority. She was truly bothered though. The horse ears she usually kept under her hair were visible as they flicked, caused by her frustration.

"Maybe you don't recognize me." she said, forcibly calming herself and regaining the control she liked to keep over herself. "I'm Olivia, star student, best archer in the school...there's no way they'd force some dork onto me." she stepped around cafe and gave a reassuring but firm pat to Cafe's cheek. "You obviously have the wrong room dearie." Olivia wasn't used to dealing with girls as tall as herself but it wasn't going to keep her from kicking this intruder out!

Olivia snatched the papers away, obviously upset. She hated sharing things. She had lived her entire life with sisters and was finally enjoying her alone time, along with having her own room! Now that was just...ending?! Well, if that was the way things were she definitely wasn't going to let it happen without a fight.

"Alright...fine, then we need to lay down some ground rules. Rule number one. Don't touch my stuff. Rule number two, don't wake me up early...or make noise in general." she hurried listed these off before giving Cafe a glare. "No problem, right." despite her glare Olivia' voice was light and friendly.

She hopped back onto her bed "Im guessing you have some stuff so...I guess you can use the closet over there."

"..." Olivia didn't bother answering the first question, half because she didn't know what to say, but she also simply didn't care to give an answer to this....intruder, this invader, this interloper! "We'll see." she had no intention of staying quiet once she woke up...but she also didn't expect to ever wake up before this girl. Olivia chronically slept incredibly late.

"I suppose you can move that stuff over there." she said, pointing to the floor with no specific place in mind. "...is that a gun case?" she said suspiciously. She was no stranger to being heavily attached to a weapon...but Olivia also didn't really trust guns. It was a rivalry thing. She loved her bow just felt an inherent hatred of any kind of fire arm. "I guess I should ask, what's your name?"

Olivia was surprised to see the jacket. She wasn't sure how Cafe got it. She was too young to have been in the police...right? Olivia was pretty sure they were about the same age and that didn't leave much room for a career before school, which meant she had gotten it some other way. The blood stains...well, however she got it probably wasn't a happy story. Supporting that theory was the girl's vest. Who just wore their armor out and about? It seemed like the girl must be just a teensie bit paranoid.

They weren't going to get along, that much was obvious. Cafe also didn't really seem to be one for conversation. Olivia wouldn't have been either, if she didn't need a distraction from the destruction of her privacy. "Alright, so...getting here a bit later in the year or did you have to switch rooms?" she said. She was getting over her initial shock, but still wasn't very accepting of this. Her denial had turned into suspicion. Why was Cafe switching to or coming in to THIS room.

Olivia looked upon Cafe and her gun with confusion. It looked fine to her. Maybe this girl was a neat freak? That would make the looks she had given the room make sense. After all, the room wasn't that dirty....by Olivia's standards. There wasn't any food on the ground after all! She had that going for her.

"Shipped? How do you get shipped here? You're a person aren't you. If you want to leave, just leave. I encourage it actually. You have a weapon and you're probably...I dunno, sorta competent at fighting." she said, trying to sound supportive. Maybe she could convince this girl to leave before the day was through! While Olivia loved this school and found being in it a privilege.

Still, she wanted this girl gone though and if she wanted to throw this opportunity away Olivia would be happy to let her! "So, why are you staying if you don't even like it here?"