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auroryborealis.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2006-01-06 03:57 pm
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Moving Day (again!) - Second floor hallway
After her omgsoconfusing morning, Rory started to patiently move boxes of her things down the hall from room 236 to 213.
She is but one wee, clumsy, fairly weak girl though, so she would certainly appreciate any help offered.
Unless it's offered by John or Lee, because they are OMG SO DEAD.
[ooc: Open like a thing that is not closed to everyone!]
She is but one wee, clumsy, fairly weak girl though, so she would certainly appreciate any help offered.
[ooc: Open like a thing that is not closed to everyone!]

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"Um. You can set it anywhere, I guess." She stood on her tiptoes, looking at the top bunk in an effort to keep her gaze fixed on anything that didn't happen to be tall, braided and making a box float mid-air. "Maybe I'll keep Vladdie up here."
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Sad thing? He thought he was being subtle.
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"Yes, Vladdie's really kind of a bed hog," she agreed seriously. "He wouldn't want you in his space."
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Of course, she blushed.
But she thought seriously, in spite of all her blood rushing to her face.
"Do you think a double bed would actually fit in here?"
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"If we moved desk next to the bureau against that wall, then yeah, it should work. It'll be a little cramped, though."
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"It should work, yeah. And that'll be handy. Since I tend to flail a lot in my sleep, and a double bed would be nice."
She didn't mention that she'd had a twin bed her entire life. That really didn't seem to be relevant.
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He opened his eyes. "Like that?"
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"You don't have to do that. I can move stuff myself."
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Anakin grinned.
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She studied the bed, and began to try to unhinge it from the wall.
It went about as well as could be expected, for a girl whose experience with this sort of thing could be summed up by recalling the time her mother had covered a hammer in pink glitter and feathers.
Rory gave a sharp tug, and nearly toppled over.
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"Pff. And Sam makes it seem like this fix-it kind of stuff is hard," Rory scoffed.
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