http://apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-06-16 01:18 am
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First floor lobby, Thursday evening

John drags his Xbrik out to the lobby TV again... but there's not many one-handed games. Except for Boobieball and that's not a one-handed game one plays in public.

So he decides to set up some online games and talk trash with some friends.
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[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Usually, people don't leave here in tears. Unless they're leaving leaving. You're not leaving, are you?"

[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She nodded, "yeah I am actually."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Temporarily, I hope." He fishes some napkins out of his shirt pocket, lftovers from lunch. He offers her one. "You gonna be okay?"

[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think so," she says taking the napkin gratefully and wiping her eyes, "but yeah I'll be fine, once I get used to it, I'm going back home, so at least I'll have family around me."

She looks around a little, "still I'm really gonna miss this place you know, I like the weirdness."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
John's face fell at "family." "Yeah, I know how family is. Can't wait to get away, can't wait to get back."

He offers her the rest of the napkins. "For the road. And, unless you've set fire to the 4th floor or released live goldfish into Zordon's tube, I'm sure this place'll miss you. Or at least the people."

He scribbles on a piece of paper in his gaming bag and gives it to her. "In case you need someone." It's his contact info.

[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She notices the look when she said family, but doesn't want to ask questions, "I didn't even know about them until I got here, so this is all kind of new for me," she says, "I've never spend more than a couple of days there before."

Openning her backpack she puts the napkins away, she was pretty sure she would need them, the one Peter had given her was almost too nice to use. "Yeah I've done any of those things," she tells him with a small smile, "the worst thing I've done was orb a bunch of underpants into the principal's office."

Folding the piece of paper carefully she puts it into her pocket and steps forward to hug John, "thanks John, and...I'm sorry we didn't get to hang out more, you're a really nice guy."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure things will work out fine. Especially since you've been honing your skills to orb underbritches into administrative offices. That's a good use of your talent." He nods, almost straight-faced.

He gives her a one-handed hug. "I'm not a nice guy. But I try to be." Smirk. "You take care."

[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com 2006-06-16 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah that's what I thought!" she replies.

"And trying's hard," she assures him as she adjusts the bag on the shoulder, "I'm a Halliwell, I'm sure I'll be fine," she continues as she turns to leave.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-06-17 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
John waves. And wonder if she'll ever write to him (http://apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com/31338.html) after she leaves.

[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com 2006-06-17 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
((I'm actually going to email the mods about P becoming an NPC so that she can actually contact people))
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