Logan Echolls (
fh_jackass) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2005-11-18 07:17 pm
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Room 406, Friday evening
Continued from here.
Logan staggered down the hallway of the fourth floor, using the wall to keep himself upright. He had a backpack over his shoulder and a bright orange watergun in his right hand. His left arm hung limp and broken and his nose was swollen and distorted. He bled from dozens of cuts on his arms and legs and had two brutal holes in the side of his neck.
It had not been his best day ever.
Logan knocked on the door to room 406.
Logan staggered down the hallway of the fourth floor, using the wall to keep himself upright. He had a backpack over his shoulder and a bright orange watergun in his right hand. His left arm hung limp and broken and his nose was swollen and distorted. He bled from dozens of cuts on his arms and legs and had two brutal holes in the side of his neck.
It had not been his best day ever.
Logan knocked on the door to room 406.
