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fandomhighdorms2009-04-09 06:51 pm
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Around the dorms - Thursday Evening
You would think by now Harvey and Temari would have learned to stay the hell away from each other. Bad, embarrassing things tended to happen whenever they were in the same vicinity. Like today, for instance, when both just so happened to pass each other in the hallway and ended up getting bitten by a gremlin.
Now they thought they were unicorns. Two very, very annoying unicorns who were on their way to--
"Caaaaaaandy Mountaaaaaaaaaain! Candy Mountain! Candy Mountain!"
Yes. Candy Mountain.
[Open! Yes, Harvey and Temari think they are going to Candy Mountain. If you choose to go with them on their adventuuuuuuuuure you might end up getting thrown into the pool. Just saying]
Now they thought they were unicorns. Two very, very annoying unicorns who were on their way to--
"Caaaaaaandy Mountaaaaaaaaaain! Candy Mountain! Candy Mountain!"
Yes. Candy Mountain.
[Open! Yes, Harvey and Temari think they are going to Candy Mountain. If you choose to go with them on their adventuuuuuuuuure you might end up getting thrown into the pool. Just saying]

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Besides, except for classes, he'd been pretty much cooped up since the whole zombie deal anyhow.
And that was why he was in the hallways.
... And staring. There was a good deal of staring. If he inched away slowly, maybe he could escape before he was noticed.
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"Chaaaaaaaaaaaarliiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Harvey said when he spotted Warren. "Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrllllliiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"
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"Uh, I think you're mistaking me for someone else," he attempted, already convinced that whoever Charlie really was, he both felt sorry for the guy, and really, really didn't want to know.
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He was backing away. Slowly. And making a point to keep eye contact. You had to keep eye contact with the crazy ones, in order to establish dominance, or something like that.
Or was that bears?
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And so, Warren gave a long-suffering sigh and a glare.
"Alright, fine. I'll go with you to Candy Mountain."
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"Oh, would you please stop singing, already?" Was that really too much to ask? Really? "Where is Candy Mountain, anyhow?"
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Duh.
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...and her falsetto was LOVELY.
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"Alright, guys, you do know there is no Candy Mountain, right?"
He could certainly hope that reasoning with them would snap them out of this... whatever it was.
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"... Yeah."
Because, really, what else do you say about something like that?
"Consider me shunned."
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The magical leopluradon was, apparently, a broom. A non-magical looking broom.
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The broom wasn't saying anything at all, obviously.
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"He has shown us the waaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
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Because, you know, it was a broom. Warren could not stress this point enough, here.
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