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sortinghat_logs2012-05-24 09:43 pm
clockspinner) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-05-24 09:43 pm
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I fell down a lot of stairs. On my arm. And my sword. Shut up.
WHO: Dave, John, Wilbur, and Karkat
TONE: dark-ish and worried?
RATING: PG-13 because Dave and Karkat
WHEN: 14 May, 9pm
WHERE: Gryffindor 3rd year boys' dorm
WHAT: Dave comes back to Gryffindor Tower after getting the shit kicked out of him by Bro, carrying a shattered sword. The sleeve of his robe is bloody and torn, his hair is messed up, and it looks like he's been crying. His roommates react.
STATUS: Ongoing!
When he left Bro and crawled through the portrait hole, all Dave could think of was getting into bed, pulling the curtains, and spending the rest of the night fixing his robe so that he could go to classes without getting into trouble. Even though Bro had made sure that it wasn't bleeding anymore, Dave's arm still hurt like a bitch, a dull throbbing that lanced all the way up to his shoulder.
The common room was oddly deserted, and Dave sincerely hoped as he dragged himself up the stairs to the 3rd year boys dorm that his roommates would already have their curtains drawn. The door creaked as he pushed it open and peered inside.
No such luck. Fuck.
TONE: dark-ish and worried?
RATING: PG-13 because Dave and Karkat
WHEN: 14 May, 9pm
WHERE: Gryffindor 3rd year boys' dorm
WHAT: Dave comes back to Gryffindor Tower after getting the shit kicked out of him by Bro, carrying a shattered sword. The sleeve of his robe is bloody and torn, his hair is messed up, and it looks like he's been crying. His roommates react.
STATUS: Ongoing!
When he left Bro and crawled through the portrait hole, all Dave could think of was getting into bed, pulling the curtains, and spending the rest of the night fixing his robe so that he could go to classes without getting into trouble. Even though Bro had made sure that it wasn't bleeding anymore, Dave's arm still hurt like a bitch, a dull throbbing that lanced all the way up to his shoulder.
The common room was oddly deserted, and Dave sincerely hoped as he dragged himself up the stairs to the 3rd year boys dorm that his roommates would already have their curtains drawn. The door creaked as he pushed it open and peered inside.
No such luck. Fuck.