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Thursday, December 15th, 2005
Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday Morning]
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whitedeathpod.livejournal.comWanting to escape his room and hide for a while, John grabs his books, notebooks, and graphs and takes up residence in the second floor common room. He's got more equations to work on for math, equations, reading, and research for Quantum Physics, a report on his interview with Duo to finish, and an interview with Tex to write up.
So, like all good students, he's currently using his books and notebooks as a footrest and is flipping through early morning cartoons.
[Feel free to come in and study, harass, talk, play Monopoly, throw water balloons or the like. Just no strip triad!]
So, like all good students, he's currently using his books and notebooks as a footrest and is flipping through early morning cartoons.
[Feel free to come in and study, harass, talk, play Monopoly, throw water balloons or the like. Just no strip triad!]
4th floor common room [Evening]
Thursday, December 15th, 2005 05:07 pmemo-padawan.livejournal.comAnakin staggered into the fourth floor common room and collapsed onto a sofa.
Getting into a drinking contest with Faith that afternoon had probably not been the smartest idea ever.
But he was here for the Deep Thoughts meeting, if anyone wanted to join him.
He flipped on the television, looking for something suitably depressing to watch.
Getting into a drinking contest with Faith that afternoon had probably not been the smartest idea ever.
But he was here for the Deep Thoughts meeting, if anyone wanted to join him.
He flipped on the television, looking for something suitably depressing to watch.
2nd Floor Common Room
Thursday, December 15th, 2005 09:51 pmmparkerceo.livejournal.comParker is wearing her new "Tough Cookie" pajamas, her cat slippers, and a smile. She has popcorn, Diet Coke, pretzels, and episodes of "America's Next Top Model: the Reunion."
She is snarking for all she is worth.
"Call yourself a model? Dear God, did you put the makeup on with a spatula?"
She is snarking for all she is worth.
"Call yourself a model? Dear God, did you put the makeup on with a spatula?"
Gym, evening
Thursday, December 15th, 2005 09:54 pmnotstakedyet.livejournal.comAfter what felt like a far too long day of doing many things that Angel wished that he hadn't - such as get out of bed and actually interact with people, just to pick a random example - Angel decided to head down to the gym.
His left hand was finally healed, or as healed as it was going to be, which meant that he could attack the heavybag with as much force as it could take.
Anyone watching him might be surprised to notice that after a while there was no sign of Angel's usual hesitations, slouching, or stumbling. He moved like a dancer - an actual dancer - with every muscle doing exactly what he wanted it to.
They also might be taken aback by the vehemence of his kicks and punches.
Sublimation? What's that?
[ooc: interrupt him if you wish. Or he can ignore you if you need to be alone in the gym]
His left hand was finally healed, or as healed as it was going to be, which meant that he could attack the heavybag with as much force as it could take.
Anyone watching him might be surprised to notice that after a while there was no sign of Angel's usual hesitations, slouching, or stumbling. He moved like a dancer - an actual dancer - with every muscle doing exactly what he wanted it to.
They also might be taken aback by the vehemence of his kicks and punches.
[ooc: interrupt him if you wish. Or he can ignore you if you need to be alone in the gym]
