Room 512, Monday during classes [NFB]
Apr. 23rd, 2007 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sneerkiteThe best way to create chaos, Steerpike felt, was to attack at random. Which is how he found himself, dressed head to toe in varying shades of black, his face covered even over the mask, outside the door to room 512. He didn't even know the girls who lived there, beyond occasionally seeing them in classes and in the hallways.
Which would make him less of a suspect, if nothing else.
He made quick work of the lock (he'd been doing lots of studying all semester, just not for any of his classes) and slipped inside, looking for an appropriate target.
When he spotted Evie's notes, a slow smile spread across his face beneath the coverings. Perfect.
Some of the notes he simply rearranged. Some of them he blacked out random words, some he crumpled up and tossed into the wastebasket. And some he tucked into his black jacket. He half wished he had a bottle of soda or something to dump on them, but he hadn't exactly planned for this. Satisfied that the notes would now be almost completely useless, he slipped back out of the room, locking the door again behind him, and hurried off to change out of his blacks.
This week would be fun.
[ooc: Establishy, though the residents of the room are welcome to use this post for their reactions. Room and notes modded with permission. Not for broadcast, please!
There's still time to get signed up or randomly messed with by Steerpike, if you would like, as well, just let me know.]
Which would make him less of a suspect, if nothing else.
He made quick work of the lock (he'd been doing lots of studying all semester, just not for any of his classes) and slipped inside, looking for an appropriate target.
When he spotted Evie's notes, a slow smile spread across his face beneath the coverings. Perfect.
Some of the notes he simply rearranged. Some of them he blacked out random words, some he crumpled up and tossed into the wastebasket. And some he tucked into his black jacket. He half wished he had a bottle of soda or something to dump on them, but he hadn't exactly planned for this. Satisfied that the notes would now be almost completely useless, he slipped back out of the room, locking the door again behind him, and hurried off to change out of his blacks.
This week would be fun.
[ooc: Establishy, though the residents of the room are welcome to use this post for their reactions. Room and notes modded with permission. Not for broadcast, please!
There's still time to get signed up or randomly messed with by Steerpike, if you would like, as well, just let me know.]
