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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.]
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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He extended a hand.
"I'm JD. And you would be?"
Very lovely indeed.
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"Evie Carnahan, hullo." She grasped his hand and shook it, smiling brightly. "I'm a new sophomore here. What year are you in?"
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Just barely.
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Well, he's very nice! Not at all like Pete. Smarmy Pete. Grr.
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JD makes a wavy motion with his hands when he mentions time travel.
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He makes the same wavy motion with his hands.
"And bendy. Like time is bendy."
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He makes the bendy motion again, twisting his body this time for added effect.
"This is just for dramatic effect."
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"Are you ok?"
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I'd like to see how bendy you are.
JD's eyes widened.
"I didn't say that out loud, did I?"
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"Uh, nothing."
Do not say banana hammock.
"You're pretty."
Damn. Not the right thing to say, either.
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Then he looked at Pete, and waved a hand dismissively at him.
"Ah, that's just Pete. He doesn't mean anything by it."
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"Oh really? And who is Shirtless Alec?"
His tone was curious, but playful and gossipy.
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Too bad girls don't walk around without their shirts.
"So, do you have a crush on either of them?" JD asked conspiratorily.
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May he die a thousand deaths.
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