Roman Alexander (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rpearce) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dalton_rpg,@ 2011-03-01 01:59:00 |
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Who: Rome and Open (Joel)
When: About 1:30 am, March 1
Where: Doors to Chopp at first, then?
What: Rome returning from meeting his dad
When: About 1:30 am, March 1
Where: Doors to Chopp at first, then?
What: Rome returning from meeting his dad
Rome whimpered slightly as he limped across campus from the trees at the fence. He still wasn't sure how he'd managed to make it over, but figured it had something to do with the dead set determination not to sleep on the ground. He dug his ID out as he closed in on the door to Chopp.
Stepping into the light from the windows of the dorm, a stark vision was revealed. The skirt he'd worn to meet his dad was dirty and ripped in several spots. His knees and palms were scraped. One eye was already swelling up and his bottom lip was split. There was another scrape on his forehead. Looking closer though, the bruising and cuts on his knuckles were a dead giveaway that he had gone down fighting. Unseen, his left ankle was swollen and sore.
Rome cursed under his breath when he stumbled over a rock and was forced to put his weight on the bad ankle to avoid falling. There was more cursing when he saw the state of his skirt in the light, including the damp spit spot over his thigh. He sighed as he fumbled with the ID, trying to open the door.
Stepping into the light from the windows of the dorm, a stark vision was revealed. The skirt he'd worn to meet his dad was dirty and ripped in several spots. His knees and palms were scraped. One eye was already swelling up and his bottom lip was split. There was another scrape on his forehead. Looking closer though, the bruising and cuts on his knuckles were a dead giveaway that he had gone down fighting. Unseen, his left ankle was swollen and sore.
Rome cursed under his breath when he stumbled over a rock and was forced to put his weight on the bad ankle to avoid falling. There was more cursing when he saw the state of his skirt in the light, including the damp spit spot over his thigh. He sighed as he fumbled with the ID, trying to open the door.