Room 512, Saturday Morning
May. 24th, 2014 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doesnotkneelEdward wasn't scaling up the dorms. He wasn't that bloody ill-prepared. What he was, though, was bored - bored enough to try and see just how difficult it would be, scaling up the building. Or getting out of it. It was a fairly tall building and if it caught fire--
It'd be nice to know another way out.
So he'd climbed into the window and was now sat perched on the windowsill, glancing down, occasionally trying a ledge with his foot while the lizard part of his mind tried to make out a path that wouldn't end in certain disaster.
Just another old day in the dorms.
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It'd be nice to know another way out.
So he'd climbed into the window and was now sat perched on the windowsill, glancing down, occasionally trying a ledge with his foot while the lizard part of his mind tried to make out a path that wouldn't end in certain disaster.
Just another old day in the dorms.
[[ open post, open door ]]
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