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forgottenpants ([personal profile] forgottenpants) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-08-31 12:14 am

The hallways, Wednesday night

Pete didn't do idle well. Thus, having not yet been introduced to television or the wonders of the internet, he was skulking about the hallways, making a mental map of all the entrances and exits and good places to hang random traps.

And generally looking like he just might be up to no good.

Possibly, he was planning to torture the students by singing.

She'll be comin', comin', coming, comin', comin,
Row-hound that mounTAIN! When she comes,
Oh when she comes, when she comes,
She'll be comin'! (comin'comin'comin'comin')
Round that MOUNTAIN when she comes,
(Oh well, when she comes. . . .)


[ooc: dance for me! er, I mean, open!]

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Evie was heading back up to her room, and had to stop and pause, hearing the dreadful singing. It wasn't as if she could audition for the London Light Opera, but... "Hullo?"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
If Evie had seen this boy in Cairo, she would've started checking her purse. Well, if she'd seen him in London, too.

Actually, she was very glad she wasn't wearing one at the moment.

"I see," she said somewhat dubiously. "I don't believe I'm familiar with that song."

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Evelyn Carnahan," Evie said very cautiously. "Are you a new student as well? What floor do you live on?" So I may avoid further repetition of your talents...

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Evie blinked, rather shocked, and spluttered, folding her arms over her chest. "Really! Well. 307. How nice to know that. I mean, no! That is to say..." One arm tried to flail, and Evie yanked it back across her chest again. "I'm sorry you're lonesome?"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Evie's eyes widened again in shock. Surely he didn't mean-- "I beg your pardon?" she said, attempting to be icy, but certain she sounded like someone's nanny.

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, but, but just to talk, surely, yes?" Perhaps she was misinterpreting this, after all, she'd sat on Dean's floor, and nothing *bad* had happened... And perhaps he didn't have Siletti's Syndrome, Xander hadn't seemed to think it was a problem. "That is to say, I'm sorry for your lack of companionship, but, well, I, I, barely know you. I don't know you at all!"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah! No! I, that is to say, I appreciate the -- no I don't! No, most certainly and definitely," Evie took a breath, and spoke slowly and clearly, "We shall not be getting to know each other better, and, and -- oh *will* you stop staring at me like that! It's most disconcerting!"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"My eyes are a full foot above where you're staring, thank you very much! You're staring at my arms as if you could see through them to, to, to other parts! Stop it!" Evie stomped her foot, extraordinarily put out. "You are very, very rude!"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooooo!" Evie had never slapped anyone besides her brother in her life, but there's a first time for everything. Even if she wasn't very good at it.

*Smack!

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Shocked at herself, Evie spluttered, "Well, well, she should have spanked you more when you were a child, then!" She turned to storm off, then whirled back, "And another thing, Mr. Hutter! From now on, you should only address me as Miss Carnahan! Thank you!"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she'd told him. "Miss Carnahan! Ooooo! Good-bye!" Evie turned, tripped on her skirt, stumbled, then straightened to stomp off. Boys! Now she knew where the non-adorable ones were hiding the third floor! Right!

Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp.....