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fandomhighdorms2008-06-24 09:46 am
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Third Floor Bathroom, Tuesday Morning
There really was nothing like waking up with your face pressed against cold tile floor.
And then seeing clippings of your own hair coating the floor around you.
John sat up quickly, and then groaned because ow, that made his head throb. He rubbed his hand on his head, remembering Dawn and the haircut.
This might be worse than the Nightmares.
[open if you have reason to be there He's gone!]
And then seeing clippings of your own hair coating the floor around you.
John sat up quickly, and then groaned because ow, that made his head throb. He rubbed his hand on his head, remembering Dawn and the haircut.
This might be worse than the Nightmares.
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"What the hell, John?" she asked. Lois' eyes then trailed up to his hair. "What. The. Hell."
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Possibly week.
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Lois thought it was really bad.
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Better was not possible.
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"You don't have clippers, do you?" And no, he was not going to question why she would, okay.
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Yeah, because that wouldn't attract any attention to him at all.
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"Thanks. You can sign my cast later, if you want," she said. "Jaina and Ned's signatures are lonely."
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"I promise to keep my note clean," he told her, holding out his hand for the marker. "Wouldn't want a god-fighter to kick my ass."
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Thanks for saving me from hell and the girl's bathroom - John Sheppard
"There. And now I should probably turban-up and find some clippers before I have to go to class." There weren't words for how much he wasn't looking forward to that.
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He headed for the door. And no, he wasn't cleaning up the hair clippings.