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Room 222 | Monday Evening
Feb. 3rd, 2014 05:38 pm"What's good about being burly?
If you ask me, it's a cover for being girlie."
That voice again. Jim had heard it before and had chalked it up to random exhaustion. But now? Now, he was hearing it again and it seemed to be mocking him. Jim glanced around the room, looking for a gremlin or maybe some talking animal who typically was a student but there was still nothing around.
Jim had been reading quietly, feet kicked up on his desk and book in his lap so the door had only been cracked. Despite that, Jim still went over and yanked the door open, peering up and down. No gremlins, no talking animals, no nothing.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked no one. "I'm not a girl! Not anymore, at least."
He'd only been a girl for a few days and he'd been in Brazil for half of that! Jim crossed back over to his desk and sat down. The voice didn't repeat itself but Jim was a little concerned that he was being spied on or something. Spied on by something that rhymed, even.
He had a thought that maybe it was Jackson's doing but there was no way his sourpuss roommate would go through that much trouble. Still, Jackson was a good target for right now. It meant he wasn't going crazy.
[Open door/post. I think Jim's just gonna hear Toasty this entire plot.]
If you ask me, it's a cover for being girlie."
That voice again. Jim had heard it before and had chalked it up to random exhaustion. But now? Now, he was hearing it again and it seemed to be mocking him. Jim glanced around the room, looking for a gremlin or maybe some talking animal who typically was a student but there was still nothing around.
Jim had been reading quietly, feet kicked up on his desk and book in his lap so the door had only been cracked. Despite that, Jim still went over and yanked the door open, peering up and down. No gremlins, no talking animals, no nothing.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked no one. "I'm not a girl! Not anymore, at least."
He'd only been a girl for a few days and he'd been in Brazil for half of that! Jim crossed back over to his desk and sat down. The voice didn't repeat itself but Jim was a little concerned that he was being spied on or something. Spied on by something that rhymed, even.
He had a thought that maybe it was Jackson's doing but there was no way his sourpuss roommate would go through that much trouble. Still, Jackson was a good target for right now. It meant he wasn't going crazy.
[Open door/post. I think Jim's just gonna hear Toasty this entire plot.]
