http://fratboybitch.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-08-17 05:53 pm

roof | evening | august 17 | monday

After getting his one class completed, Alex found his way onto the roof to smoke. It was a warm night but it was clear and that meant he could stay up here for awhile and not worry about dying of heat or getting rained on. With a free day tomorrow, getting the relaxation started early just seemed like the thing to do.

He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, letting it hang from his lips for a few moments before blowing out a cloud of smoke. He wasn't stressed by any means of the imagination but after being a girl and spending most of his weekend being lazy, it was nice to be himself and outside.

And see, he was even being nice, getting out of the room in case Griff wanted it. He was all heart.

[the roof is open!]

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
He snickered. "Or so we're hopin'."

So chivalrous. Really.

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
"An' then point an' laugh," he said darkly. Layla. Emma. Tahiri.

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Too bad we can't be givin' 'em breast bands an' th' like," he said, thinking on it.

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
George really should not be encoraged in this.

"Hardest thing would be makin' sure it wasn' traceable," he said. "Don' want 'em to gang up o'er it."

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
George shrugged, not really caring who knew. No one was going t'be talkin' to th' Lord Provost here.

"Lad's got t'keep his hands in," he said.

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"P'rhaps not," George said. "M'roommate's Layla Miller. She does know sommat like this. I'll keep an eye out. Maybe get a head's up."

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yer soundin' like an old hand too," George commented, half-smiling as he glanced over at Alex.

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course well-rounded to George meant to be lightfingered an' to run sommat bigger in the houses.

"Tis," he agreed. "Ye wouldn't want t'get stuck on one note and make it easy for 'em."

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
George shook his head. "Knife fight," he said. "Me, I want t'go down fightin' and looking straight ahead."

He'd obviously given it thought before.

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don' kill a cove wit' a knife to th' gut," George said. "It'll do it if ye have no healers, but ye kill 'em wit' that knife through his eye t' th'brain or slitting his throat or straight through t' th' heart."

Or another fifteen progressively gruesome ways.

[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Another shrug, much like the previous one. "Y'learn things on th' way, aye?"