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fandomhighdorms2005-10-17 11:39 pm
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The wee hours of the night...
Anyone still up and about might spot Hank padding through the dorm, heading for his room. His clothes look shabby, mismatched and ill-fitting, and he's wearing a camping backpack. His eyes look glazed and he brushes past anyone in the halls, seeming to not notice them.
Finally, he stops before the door to 302 and stares at the doorknob for a few minutes before ripping it out of the door and walking in. After closing the door behind him, the sound of a desk scraping across the floor can be heard.
Finally, he stops before the door to 302 and stares at the doorknob for a few minutes before ripping it out of the door and walking in. After closing the door behind him, the sound of a desk scraping across the floor can be heard.