http://bookyeve.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-09-07 08:39 pm
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5th Floor Common Room - evening

Since she's now afraid of her computer-- at least until someone explains how not to find pornography to her-- and Mrs. Gilmore told her to watch television, Evie has decided to do her homework.

She is currently watching a rerun of Crime & Justice. It's not entirely clear to her how it works, but it's definitely fascinating.

[ooc: open like an open thing, but I'm outta here in 2 hours.]
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[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhh, you were rescuing them," Evie said. Because if he were a criminal, he wouldn't be here at school, would he? "That's entirely different. Though you might have thought of the innocent people on that train, really. I'm certain they were very inconvenienced. And frightened. Possibly upset!"
forgottenpants: (huh)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, what of it?"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"It's Wrong!" Pete should be able to hear the capitals Evie puts on that. "Even if you were rescuing fellow comrades-in-arms!"
forgottenpants: (bitch)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Wrong things happen, darlin'. That's the way of the planet."

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Evie spluttered. She flailed. And then she whapped him with the pillow again. "Reprehensible, as well! And I am NOT your darlin'!"
forgottenpants: (grrrrr)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Pete spluttered right back. "Would you cut that out?!"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Evie glared at him, then folded her arms over her chest again. "You, sir, have the moral fiber of an unshaven walnut."
forgottenpants: (buh?)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Why the hell would you shave a walnut?"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't, but if I did, there would be more fiber in it than in you." Evie knows she's not making sense. The turning red is probably a giveaway to that.
forgottenpants: (spits)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Pete leaned over and spat. "Well, you have fun with that, darlin'."

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Eeuuuuugh." Evie pulled her feet up off the floor and glared at Pete again. "I am not darlin'. And your manners are also lacking, Mr. Hutter."
forgottenpants: (back off)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Ain't nothin' wrong with my manners!"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You just spit! On the floor!"
forgottenpants: (huh)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You rather I spat on the couch?"

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Evie flailed again, and finally just had no other way to express her feelings.

Whap! with the sofa cushion again, even if it did make her feel like a child.
forgottenpants: (*is ded*)

[personal profile] forgottenpants 2006-09-08 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Pete flopped over in a manner not unlike that of a fish.

[identity profile] bookyeve.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Evie threw the sofa cushion on top of him, and stormed out of the common room. Really. And she'd *meant* to apologize to him this time, too!

Stomp stomp stompity stomp stomp!
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