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bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2005-09-13 09:27 pm
Room 302
Low, mournful moans start to seep from behind the door, gradually building up into full-fledged screams of terror and rage and pain. Loud thumps, like furniture being shoved over or around, begin soon after the screams reach full volume.

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Uh, yeah, I can hear you one floor down and is everything all right in there? Any dead bodies?
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Seriously, man, you all right in there? I'm coming in...
*tries the doorknob*
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*weighs options* Transmute door, or go find backup ....
Since when have I ever needed backup?
*transmutes small hole in the door to see what's going on*
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*runs off to get help*
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"Hey! Where are you going?" she calls after him angrily.
She tentatively pokes her head into the doorway of the dorm of that blue guy she's been meaning to introduce herself to.
She gasps at ruin, and then spots the guy in the corner. She jerks back around the doorframe, and wonders what in God's name she should do.
Damn it. Why does everyone except me have powers of some sort. That would be REALLY USEFUL now.
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Uh, yeah.
Hey, we need to stop him from hurting himself! Any ideas?
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::There's the tortured screech of metal as something, the bedframe?, harshly scrapes against the floor.::
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Rory winces at the sound - it's like nails on a chalkboard, and the hair on her arms stands straight up.
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