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fandomhighdorms2005-09-13 08:21 am
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Room 217
Angelus walks through the dorm room hallways. He hums a children's lullabye underneath his breath. It sure as heck sounds like he's singing it jauntily, but something about the look in his eyes gives it a chilling air.
He nods and smiles at his fellow students as he passes. He doesn't stop to talk, though, he's got things to do. Still, he makes note of who smiles back, who ignores him, and who makes eye contact and shows their fangs - literally or metaphorically.
Finally he stops. He's right outside of room 217. The door is closed, just as he timed it.
He takes out a single blood-red rose. He holds it up to the door. He takes out a small, wickedly sharp dagger. With one swift movement he impales the rose to the doorway, holding it in place.
He steps back and admires his handiwork.
Then, before anyone who might be inside can open the door, he walks back down the hallway.
Oh sure he could've left a note to say who it was for, but that would've been telling.
Angelus puts his hands in his pockets, keeps walking, and whistles as he goes.
He nods and smiles at his fellow students as he passes. He doesn't stop to talk, though, he's got things to do. Still, he makes note of who smiles back, who ignores him, and who makes eye contact and shows their fangs - literally or metaphorically.
Finally he stops. He's right outside of room 217. The door is closed, just as he timed it.
He takes out a single blood-red rose. He holds it up to the door. He takes out a small, wickedly sharp dagger. With one swift movement he impales the rose to the doorway, holding it in place.
He steps back and admires his handiwork.
Then, before anyone who might be inside can open the door, he walks back down the hallway.
Oh sure he could've left a note to say who it was for, but that would've been telling.
Angelus puts his hands in his pockets, keeps walking, and whistles as he goes.
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