Third floor common, Monday afternoon

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

In the grand tradition of communal living, Walter was doing something messy in a common area, rather than in his own room. He had a supply of non-toxic paints, some heavy duty sheets of paper, and the truly odd idea that it would be fun to take Pup's pawprints.

It's possible he'd been spending far too much time in his room reading about guns.

[ooc: Open. If you have a pet, or want to take your own handprints, be my guest.]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had completely forgotten about getting in that shower after her talk with Jamie. Instead, she was looking for a good defensive position, preferably somewhere with a lot of people, since Sloane would be less likely to do anything bad if there were witnesses.

She hoped.

She had her mallet well within easy reach on her belt and was wondering if she told Constable Frasier what was going on, would he let her carry her gun?

She was just a little bit jumpy and attempting to watch every entrance to the room at once as she waved to Walter and sat down on the couch.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter had just dipped Pup's front paws in green paint and was attempting to convince the puppy to hold still while he put the prints on the page. He smiled held Pup's paws up to wave them at Nadia then realized that something was off.

"Are you alright? Are we being invaded by something again?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia pulled her feet up onto the couch and continued to try to watch the windows and doorways at the same time. "Not we. Maybe me."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"What?" Walter grabbed a few paper towels to rub the paint off Pup's paws. "What do you mean?"

His first thought about personal invasion included the word "possession," and didn't make him even a little bit happy.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia took a deep breath, and managed to pull her eyes away from the door to look at Walter. "Sloane called. He's in the area. He said he's going to try to come find me. This week."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Shit.

Walter gave up on cleaning the green paint off of Pup and set him down to leave little green puppy prints on the floor before crossing the room to touch her shoulder. "We won't let him do that."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia couldn't help but jump at the sudden touch on the shoulder, her hand automatically reaching for her mallet. She nodded.

"He doesn't know I've been trained. He'll underestimate me. That's important."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"And he'll underestimate your friends, too." Walter squeezed her shoulder. "We won't leave you alone."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded again, relaxing slightly. "Yeah. He caught me by surprise, last time. Won't happen this time."

She almost even believed it.

"What are you doing with that paint?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I was going to take Pup's pawprints," Walter said, looking around for his errant pet. "Don't ask me why. My best answer is that I was bored."

[nadiathesaint]

"Boredom is what created prosthetic limb ball, and should thus not be underestimated."

She was shooting looks at the doorways again. Half an hour or so since he called, if Jamie had estimated right. He could be on campus by now.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter sat on the back of the couch behind her and gave her shoulder another squeeze. "Are you feeling too exposed here?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm okay. I figured being around people would be good. Witnesses. No hiding in my room."

Possibly no going back to her room at all except for clothes and feeding Furrball until she knew for sure Sloane wouldn't come after her.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson was likewise bored and looking for something to do.

He scampered into the common room, drawn there by the smell of paint.

In Mr. Neilson's world, Paint = Fun!

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to stay with me for a few days? Until we're sure he's gone?"

Wasn't that politely couched, when in fact he'd be camping outside the door if she slept somewhere else. Or at the end of the hall. Or in a tree outside.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup trotted over to Mr. Neilson and yapped happily, leaving faint green paw tracks behind him.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yes." Wait . . . if she stayed in his room, they might be putting Al in danger. "No? I won't let him hurt anyone else."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia jumped at Mr. Neilson's enterance, grabbing for her mallet and getting it stuck in her belt before realizing it was just Mr. Neilson.

Then she waved.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Where are you going to stay, then? You need someplace you can close and lock the door." Yes, even he could now get through the locks on their doors, but a desk shoved in front of it was an alarm of sorts.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson is always a little uneasy around Pup but knows that he's not going to impale hurt him much...

Then he notices the faint green paw tracks and the gears start turning in his little monkey head...

He waves his hat at the hellpuppy and jumps up and down.

//Hey boy! Great to see you! Want to play tag? Do ya? Huh?//

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson doffs his hat to Nadia after he's certain she isn't going to try and smish him.

Then hilarity ensues (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/762744.html?thread=54617208#t54617208).

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup has absolutely no idea what Mr. Neilson is actually suggesting, but jumping up and down is always a good start. So he does. And yaps so more, wagging his tail in a blur.

[nadiathesaint]

"Locks won't stop him. Just need to be able to watch out."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I remember what you told me about him," Walter said. "But you have to sleep sometime. I'll stay with you."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia opened her mouth to object.

"Thanks."

Then Mr. Neilson came scurrying in, and she nearly jumped off the couch.