[2nd Floor Men's Bathroom/Shower, Lunchtime] Scrub scrub scrub

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 had been in the shower since shortly after waking up. Number 6 intended to stay in the shower until the grotesque harlotry of the weekend washed off.

He was getting very pruney. Someone would pay.

[OOC: The bathroom is open for all of your "wash this weekend right out of my hair" needs. Don't bother 6 unless you're a complete perv]

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[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Edward had been fighting last night, so Henry wasn't in the best state, sanitation-wise.
Absolutely mortified at the idea of public showers, Henry made his way across the room with his eyes as closed as possible. He made it to a bench without bumping into too many shower rows.
"Ow!"

"Whoa!"

"Oof!"

Okay, maybe he did hit a few.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine?
Had woken up that morning covered in glitter, just as he had been doing for the past few days.
Except today, he remembered that he was Valentine, not Jason, had sat up with a scream, and had smashed his face against the underside of Demyx's bed.
Yet again, a brilliant start to his day.
As he scrubbed the glitter away from places where glitter and dustbunnies alike should never, ever find, he swore to himself two things.
First, no more glitter. Ever.
Second? He was going to hide under ever desk in every class for the rest of his life.
Or at least until the nightmare memories of himself without a face, being beaten ten ways to Sunday by a crazy kid faded.
Either way, he was now very convinced that Fandom High was just as dangerous as everyone had warned him.