Jordan McQueen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jmcqueen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-04-21 23:16:00 |
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WHO jordan & eddie
WHAT quality time, adesso
WHERE eddie's dorm
WHEN 11:30ish
RATING TBD
After waiting a sufficient amount of time, Jordan logged off her computer and walked into the bathroom, no, she didn't need time to do her hair, instead just tying up her curls in a sloppy ponytail and grabbing her Harvard sweatshirt. Generally, curfew for a weeknight was somewhere around ten, but having a great report with the people in front, she simply feigned a story about a friend of hers in desperate need. Never mind the fact that most of the girls her age all lived in the same dorm. It wasn't like her roommate would be telling anyone what Jordan was actually sneaking out to do.
She half jogged across the lawn, constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure nobody was going to be asking what a girl was doing out close to midnight. She made it to the door in his dormitory building that pretty much every student knew was always left open, though it was never reported because who wanted security to fix it? All fun and games until someone was murdered in their bed, right?
Jordan was impatient as she half-ran up the flights of stairs to his floor, her heart pounding not really from the "work out", but rather because it always picked up when she was about to see Eddie. He did things to her without even being in the same room. When he was in her line of sight? Forget about it, she was puddy in his hands. Almost literally. She didn't bother to knock on his door, rather just use a key she had helped herself to months ago and walked in. A little smirk graced her lips when she saw him lounging on his bed. "Hey jerkface." She said, half skipping over to him and launching herself up on the bed, and half crouching over him in a rather skilled move. "I decided that my hair was pretty awesome on its own, and you are not known for your patience."
WHAT quality time, adesso
WHERE eddie's dorm
WHEN 11:30ish
RATING TBD
After waiting a sufficient amount of time, Jordan logged off her computer and walked into the bathroom, no, she didn't need time to do her hair, instead just tying up her curls in a sloppy ponytail and grabbing her Harvard sweatshirt. Generally, curfew for a weeknight was somewhere around ten, but having a great report with the people in front, she simply feigned a story about a friend of hers in desperate need. Never mind the fact that most of the girls her age all lived in the same dorm. It wasn't like her roommate would be telling anyone what Jordan was actually sneaking out to do.
She half jogged across the lawn, constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure nobody was going to be asking what a girl was doing out close to midnight. She made it to the door in his dormitory building that pretty much every student knew was always left open, though it was never reported because who wanted security to fix it? All fun and games until someone was murdered in their bed, right?
Jordan was impatient as she half-ran up the flights of stairs to his floor, her heart pounding not really from the "work out", but rather because it always picked up when she was about to see Eddie. He did things to her without even being in the same room. When he was in her line of sight? Forget about it, she was puddy in his hands. Almost literally. She didn't bother to knock on his door, rather just use a key she had helped herself to months ago and walked in. A little smirk graced her lips when she saw him lounging on his bed. "Hey jerkface." She said, half skipping over to him and launching herself up on the bed, and half crouching over him in a rather skilled move. "I decided that my hair was pretty awesome on its own, and you are not known for your patience."