Ghost Dormitory の小説・ストーリー

But as soon as the newcomers heard that they could go to the training ground to have a look today, they were very excited and immediately went back to the house to tidy up. In less than a moment, all the newcomers had finished tidying up. Then they would follow the two senior brothers to the formal dormitory. Although it was called a dormitory, it was a courtyard of different sizes. Of course, there were pavilions and some low-rise small bungalows. If they wanted to live in a good place, it depended on whether they had enough Spirit Stones on them.

She headed down the hallway, the rhythmic thump of the hamper against her leg accompanying her footsteps. The dorm’s laundry room was located on the ground floor, a communal space shared by all the residents of the building. Kayla descended the stairs carefully, adjusting her grip on the hamper to prevent it from slipping. The hallways were quiet, the silence broken only by the occasional sound of a door opening or closing, the muffled voices of other students drifting from behind closed doors. Most students were either sleeping in, enjoying the relative quiet of a Saturday morning, or had already left for the weekend, seeking respite from the confines of campus life.

But the accommodation f*e is about 15,000 dollars per term for two students in a dorm, and 30,000 dollars per term for a single person in a dorm, how the hell am I supposed to afford that? “Alan Rowan!” I suddenly heard my name. “Yes.” I answered on instincts and my feminine voice rang out which drew attention, all gaze were on me, so, I pretended to have a cough. “Uhm… Yes, that’s me.” “Your dorm is in Zenith Hall, Room 270.” The registrar said as he handed me my pass and key, his eyes fell back towards his computer, calling out the next person. I dragged my suitcase under the hot sun, my eyes finally taking in how magnificently huge the school is—and for such a big private school, with eno

Its silhouette is gutted by time and weather. Isolde stood beside him, coat pulled tight, her expression unreadable. “You okay?” she asked softly. “No,” he answered. “But I remember everything.” Penelope joined them at the back entrance, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, flashlight clipped to her belt. “Place gives me the creeps,” she muttered. “Even before we open secret orphan crypts.” Dorian led them inside. The smell was still the same: bleach and rot and chalk dust. The dormitory hall was intact, just darker. Narrow metal-frame beds lined the walls, tiny lockers still bearing initials from long-gone boys. Dorian’s eyes scanned for one in particular.

During the first day of the semester, my boyfriend, William Evans, brought my luggage up to my dorm room for me. Out of the four of us who would share a dorm room, I was the last one to arrive. Once I finished unpacking my things, Natasha Tate, whose bed was across from mine, approached me with a stern expression.

'Can you tell me more about the dormitories', asked Ben, as the info was not completely given in the brochure? The android looked at him for some time as if it was checking whether he was lying.' The instructors really said nothing, well that's not new. Well, the dormitories are 30 floored buildings as big as the main building. There are four different dormitories, Yellow, blue, red and purple. As I said before to your left corner the first door leads to Yellow , the next to blue , the next red and finally the purple. The yellow dormitory is for support class students, the blue for flight class students, the red for fighter class students and the purple for elite students.

Charlie accompanied Claudia to her dormitory with Mrs. Lewis and Stephanie. Since it was the first day of the freshmen’s enrollment, the management of the dormitory did not stop men from entering the girl’s dormitory. The four of them walked all the way to Room 301 on the third floor. As soon as they opened the door, Stephanie could not help but exclaim, “My goodness, the environment in this dormitory is quite amazing, isn’t it?” The actual area of this dormitory was more than fifty square meters, but it only had two double-decker desk beds in it. The upper layer was a bed, and the lower layer was a desk.

I find rules in the third category significantly more interesting than the others. The outer disciple dormitory is a tiered building carved into the mountain's eastern face — twelve floors, forty disciples per floor, small individual rooms with a window, a desk, a bed, and a formation-lamp. My room is on the fourth floor. The window faces the training grounds. I arrive at the room, set down my materials, and sit on the bed. The dormitory is loud at this hour — acceptance day energy, new disciples meeting each other, the social infrastructure of a new cohort being assembled in real time through hallway conversations and competitive posturing. I can hear it through the walls without trying.

I gave her the small information book and she leads the way while explaining. " There are 2 connected buildings for girls. The first 1 is the building A which composes 2 floors and a roof top. The roof top is where most of the students do their laundry but if you want a laundry service you need to go out, there's a laundry shop there. Building B composes of 3 floors. If you notice there's another building standing few meters in the building B, right? That's the boys dormitory. Anyways, don't mind them we have strict policy of no boys allowed in here. Now let's see the rooms. There are 3 beds in a room, 1 comfort room and a study table. The rooms aren't that huge but enough for three. The cur

He says. “The other male assumed I haven’t.” I say. “I can smell her on you.” He says. “What is the point of it all?” I ask. “Why go to all the trouble of carrying out so many experiments? What is your endpoint?” “That’s a leap but you’ll find out, in time. We are here.” He holds the door open and I step inside. “What is this?” I ask, walking down the long hallway and gawking at the inhabitants. It is a dormitory. There are doors as far as the eye can see on the long hallway and they are all open. As we go forward, the inhabitants of the room get down from their beds and come to the door, staring at me with huge eyes. Children. Teenagers.