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fandomhighdorms2005-12-09 01:40 pm
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John Connor.... in chaps.
John finally made it to the dorms, after a good stay by the firing range, a trip to Tex's to drop off some stuff and make inquiries (which was rebuffed because she's batshit at the moment), and a trip BACK to the firing range.
He's cold, underdressed for the weather, covered in a bit of grease/oil and some rust, and wearing chaps.
"Dammitall, who ordered this fucking weather?!" He stomped his feet and started across the lobby to his room and a hot showerwith any interested party.
He's cold, underdressed for the weather, covered in a bit of grease/oil and some rust, and wearing chaps.
"Dammitall, who ordered this fucking weather?!" He stomped his feet and started across the lobby to his room and a hot shower