Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nookiepowered) wrote2011-08-03 04:59 pm
nookiepowered) wrote2011-08-03 04:59 pm
71 Serendipity Street, Wednesday Evening
Mitchell might not be forced to sleep while the sun was up like certain other vampires, but Bo still waited until twilight fell to walk over to his place. While the sun was up and the students were still moving around the grounds, she'd felt like she ought to stay close to the cameras and the school, just in case Kenzi's scenario of rampaging razor-toothed deer breaching the walls turned into more than an attempt to ditch class.
Yeah, so, um. That gun on Bo's hip, the one she'd snatched from a cranked-up mugger what seemed like half a lifetime ago? She hadn't seen any more razor-toothed deer on the way to Mitchell's, but if one came her way, she wasn't going after it with a security-issue blunt-ended phallic symbol.
Her knock at the door was a little bit nervous, and a little bit dull. That would be the gloves.
[OOC: For the resident, modded with his permission, and eeeeeeeepic SP.]
Yeah, so, um. That gun on Bo's hip, the one she'd snatched from a cranked-up mugger what seemed like half a lifetime ago? She hadn't seen any more razor-toothed deer on the way to Mitchell's, but if one came her way, she wasn't going after it with a security-issue blunt-ended phallic symbol.
Her knock at the door was a little bit nervous, and a little bit dull. That would be the gloves.
[OOC: For the resident, modded with his permission, and eeeeeeeepic SP.]