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fandomhighdorms2008-03-12 11:02 pm
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Fifth floor common room, Wednesday night
Sokka was totally going to take out the scourge of those STUPID ANGEL STATUES that had been following him all day, and had apparently been abducting people, too. All those people who'd been in the park... Like Deadpool, and Turtle, and... Other people. He couldn't find Mel anywhere tonight, but luckily the graveyard wasn't anywhere NEAR the park, right?
He'd dug around in the basement until he found a sledgehammer; now he just needed a posse. Or so he told himself. Tonight, "looking for a posse" consisted of falling asleep curled up on the couch with the TV on, a sledgehammer on the floor, and a chinchilla on his lap.
[Open as common rooms are. However, expect not much from me, as I go to bed soon.]
He'd dug around in the basement until he found a sledgehammer; now he just needed a posse. Or so he told himself. Tonight, "looking for a posse" consisted of falling asleep curled up on the couch with the TV on, a sledgehammer on the floor, and a chinchilla on his lap.
[Open as common rooms are. However, expect not much from me, as I go to bed soon.]