rakuen | (no subject)

Characters: Rolo, Lelouch.
Format: Prose
This log is: closed for now :|b
Location: 1-B Black Dorm! At a time of evening when no one else is there.
Summary: Backdated to Rolo's day of arrival. After searching through the school, Rolo goes to his dorm.
Warnings: Rolo will mouth-breathe at Lelouch. (i will add as necessary)

The sun has set a while ago, and Rolo decides it may be best to leave the further exploration of the grounds to proper daylight.

So, he heads inside. After being denied access to most facilities-- he doesn't have a player, he's a discard, he's not allowed, or so they tell him-- he gets frustrated and heads to the dorms.

The woman at the front desk had given him his key earlier, before he'd changed out of his pilot suit. He heads there now. He's careful-- checks the room for obvious traps, looks for any obvious cameras or microphones-- before uneasily setting himself down on a bed. He reaches into the bag he'd found by him upon awakening and digs past the uniform pants and skirt, his folded suit, and pulls out the rulebook.

Threaded | Flat

Shortly thereafter, Lelouch entered the room. He had his nose in the Exaclan handbook, but his attention was immediately diverted by the presence of someone else in the room. He snapped it shut when he realized just who it was. Rolo. His brother. Alive. Safe.

"Rolo!" he said, with much relief in his voice as he crossed the room to him. "You're here,' he smiled softly at him. A genuine smile.