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fandomhighdorms2006-01-29 11:51 am
soldtoarmenians) wrote in fandomhighdorms2006-01-29 11:51 am
2nd Floor Janitor's Closet* - Morning
{* OOC: Shut up. *waves hands*}
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Xander woke to the thunk of his head against a shelf and the alarming rattling of a couple of paint-cans above him. He caught the one that rolled off, luckily in his hand and not on his already smarting head, though this caused him to drop the extension cords he'd apparently been clutching all night, even in his sleep.
'Cause that had been a good plan. Don't hit Quinn's room first to see if the only person on campus who probably owned more hair care products than Angel happened to have a cordless hairdryer that he could aim at the snow monsters if they made it as far in as the Common Room. No, stop off at the janitor's closet on the way, looking for extension cords for the regular kind of dryer, and... *click* As the door locked behind him.
Now, hours and hours later, he peered down at the crack of light visible from the hallway. No sounds out there, and no shadows, so maybe it was safe to try slamming his way out again, without somebody seeing him and Xander having to explain exactly how he'd managed to miss most of the battle and spend the entire night in the dark, with a mop and some extra air-duct filters for company?
Xander set the paint can down at his feet, and banged his shoulder hard against the door.
Ow.
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Xander woke to the thunk of his head against a shelf and the alarming rattling of a couple of paint-cans above him. He caught the one that rolled off, luckily in his hand and not on his already smarting head, though this caused him to drop the extension cords he'd apparently been clutching all night, even in his sleep.
'Cause that had been a good plan. Don't hit Quinn's room first to see if the only person on campus who probably owned more hair care products than Angel happened to have a cordless hairdryer that he could aim at the snow monsters if they made it as far in as the Common Room. No, stop off at the janitor's closet on the way, looking for extension cords for the regular kind of dryer, and... *click* As the door locked behind him.
Now, hours and hours later, he peered down at the crack of light visible from the hallway. No sounds out there, and no shadows, so maybe it was safe to try slamming his way out again, without somebody seeing him and Xander having to explain exactly how he'd managed to miss most of the battle and spend the entire night in the dark, with a mop and some extra air-duct filters for company?
Xander set the paint can down at his feet, and banged his shoulder hard against the door.
Ow.