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Jonathan 'Flick' Brennan ([personal profile] flickofthewrist) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2013-08-04 09:35 am
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5th Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

Yeah.

When Flick had been woken up with noise at his window, he'd gotten stupidly excited that Jude had finally found him. But no. Nope. It'd been just a pelting rain hitting the window and beyond that rain? Sharks. There were sharks flying around out there and Flick was just about done with this place and its eccentricities.

There was no freaking way he was going outside to investigate further. He wasn't one of those stupid people in horror movies who heard a noise and went closer and inevitably ended up getting sawed in half in a spray of blood. Nope, he was going to take his crappy mood and he was going to go to the common room where he could turn on the television and see if the weather was reporting on this.

They weren't, of course, but it made Flick feel better when he imagined the dumb meteorologists trying to forecast a funnel cloud of sharks. They'd probably wet themselves and run away. And then who would the world have to wrongly report the weather?

He missed Jude. What a freaking loser he was.

[Open. Flick's not going to be getting near those sharks, man.]
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[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2013-08-04 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Flick made a show of covering his ears with his hands and wincing. "Keep it down, you might draw the sharks here!"

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2013-08-04 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're on the fifth floor," Rilla said. "Do you think they could take the stairs?"
flickofthewrist: (loud as hope)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2013-08-04 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, but I think if they hear the shrieking of an obviously warm blooded human, they might crash through the damn window," Flick said, rubbing his ear. "And if that happens, you're getting eaten first."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2013-08-04 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very chivalrous of you," Rilla said archly, but she had moderated her voice.
flickofthewrist: (a book unfinished)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2013-08-04 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, it'd only be fair since you drew them here," Flick said, shrugging. "Keep your voice down and I think all of us will be fine in here. If not, well, it was nice to meet you and die with you. I'm Flick."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2013-08-05 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm Rilla," she replied with a tiny smile. "The little boy is Jims and he's normally both little and a boy."
flickofthewrist: (the wind is low)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2013-08-05 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Flick eyed the little boy for a moment. "From what I've heard, this place is kind of dangerous for a kid."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2013-08-05 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Rilla nodded. "Sometimes, but I promised his mother I'd watch out for him and his father's currently in France."
flickofthewrist: (in the middle of the night)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2013-08-05 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, he's not your kid?" Flick glanced back at Jims for a second thoughtfully. "But you're raising him? Admirable."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2013-08-05 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Rilla dimpled as she smiled shyly. "Well, it's the least I can do while his father's fighting for our country. He's been gone two years now. We've gotten a few letters."

As in three. In two years.
flickofthewrist: (weary memory)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2013-08-05 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gonna be hard to get him acclimated back to his dad," Flick said mildly. "If he's used to you and all."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2013-08-05 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Rilla nodded. "We'll cross that if Mr. Anderson makes it back from the front."
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