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Room 505, Sunday Morning
Jul. 25th, 2010 11:46 amThe closet door burst open to the sound of with no small amount of noise, and a young man with wild, sticky-uppy hair ran into the room flailing his arms and yelling, "WAKE UP WAKE UP IT'S TIME TO WAKE --"
And got a sight of the still-empty bed, and the room's continued lack of occupants.
Clocky sighed, slumped his shoulders, and kicked at the base of the dresser. "Oh. Right. Stupid Comic-Con."
What was a sentient alarm clock to do with no one to wake up? Rummage through the dresser for a pack of Katchoo's cigarettes, sit in the window, and spend all day in a sulky haze of smoke, of course.
Again.
[OOC: Establishy, NFI, purely gratuitous. This post is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatsamilkshake's idea entirely, and Clocky being Milo Cawthorne from Power Rangers RPM is the fault of longislandiceme, who said he had to kave sticky-uppy hair so I stole her wording too.]
And got a sight of the still-empty bed, and the room's continued lack of occupants.
Clocky sighed, slumped his shoulders, and kicked at the base of the dresser. "Oh. Right. Stupid Comic-Con."
What was a sentient alarm clock to do with no one to wake up? Rummage through the dresser for a pack of Katchoo's cigarettes, sit in the window, and spend all day in a sulky haze of smoke, of course.
Again.
[OOC: Establishy, NFI, purely gratuitous. This post is
thatsamilkshake's idea entirely, and Clocky being Milo Cawthorne from Power Rangers RPM is the fault of longislandiceme, who said he had to kave sticky-uppy hair so I stole her wording too.]
