Who: Charlie & Dyl What: Mr. Haynes and Ms. Harper find themselves rooming together... Where: Room 102 of the Eclipse dorm When: Mid-afternoon. Status: In progress.
A hand was brought up to wipe sleep from those bright blue eyes as Dylan stared at the screen of his laptop as it loaded. A yawn escaped those pale lips as he leaned back in his computer chair and tapped the fingers of his left hand on the arm rest. He'd only gotten up about 10 minutes ago and that had only been because he had to pee like a mother fucker. It was too late to go back to sleep now, besides he'd probably pass out in a few hours after ingesting large amounts of alcohol and messing with random people that were on AIM.
Speaking of which- as he signed into his AIM he stared at his buddy list... no one was on. The only name that was online at the moment was his own. A small sigh escaped those lips as he brought his non-gimp hand to his mouse pad and double clicked on alexithymia lost. Sending an IM to himself he would type with one hand.
alexithymia lost: I'm bored as fuck. alexithymia lost: I'm bored as fuck. alexithymia lost: Fuck you. alexityhmia lost: Fuck you. alexithymia lost: NO! FUCK YOU! alexithymia lost: NO! FUCK YOU! alexithymia lost: ...kill me now. alexithymia lost: ...kill me now. alexithymia lost: GAAAAAAAAH! alexithymia lost: GAAAAAAAAH! alexithymia lost: Where did I put that bottle of Jameson? alexithymia lost: Where did I put that bottle of Jameson?
Sighing once more he would click on his away messages and secure the fact that he had no life.
alexithymia lost: I'm here. Althought not really.
Just to double check that no one was online and just ghosting he would send a message to Vare and then Charlie.
alexithymia lost: HALP! I GOT MY DICK CAUGHT IN MY ZIPPER!
After waiting a few minutes for a response he admitted defeat... yeah no one was online. Dyl toyed with the idea of hacking into the school's system again and in the end just decided to sink down into that computer chair, his left hand coming to shut his laptop. A good fifteen minutes or so would pass before he pushed himself up with a small grimace and began looking over near his bookcase for aforementioned bottle of Jameson.