2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday Evening]

Oh, yay. Another night of lockdown. Armed with his cellphone and laptop to aid in communication, Bridge is once again camped out on a couch in the second floor common room. He's flipping through channels on the TV set, hoping to find something interesting to watch. No luck so far.

[ooc: open!]
soldtoarmenians: (1-buh)

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-07-17 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Xander shrugged, touched his heart, then raised both hands, open, in a Hell if I know gesture.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-17 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Rolling her eyes, Parker shrugged back at him. Weird, she mouthed.

Seen Jack? Cedric? she wrote on her whiteboard.
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-07-17 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Xander shook his head and wrote Cedric=no. Jack=not since yesterday morning.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-17 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Parker scowled, then dialed the Sin again.

Nada. She squeezed it hard enough to make her knuckles go white.

Will be yelling a lot, later. I suspect. When I find people. And have a voice!