Post by Beau LaRoux on May 25, 2014 22:05:47 GMT -6
Beau stared down the door to his dorm like it had betrayed him. It technically had, though Beau wasn't entirely convinced that the door could be held completely accountable for its actions, what with being a door and all. Wasn't like it had waited until Beau had stepped into the hall, checking on a noise that he'd thought he'd heard out in the hallway. He'd actually been in the shower when he'd heard it, working through the last portion of cleaning himself after another rough day. It took longer, showering, now that most of Beau was a tableau of black and blue with a few red linings here and there. The literal stitches in his side certainly didn't help matters, nor did the fact that lifting his left arm above his head hurt like heck. Still hadn't stopped him from running straight out into the hall the moment he'd thought he'd heard something.
"Still jumpy," he'd mumbled at the time, running a hand through his wet hair. He'd then immediately turned to go and try his door, only to find the thing was locked. He hit his head against it a few times, thudding each time. He sighed, closing his eyes. Well, at least he had a towel, that was something. In fact, it was even a decent sized towel, covering from Beau's waist almost down to his ankles. Beau had even managed to knot it.
Wasn't clothing though.
"Well, damn," Beau mumbled, rubbing his face. He looked down the hall, wondering if he should consider asking for help or something. He tapped his fist against the door a few more times, trying to work out something, an idea, just... something.
"Still jumpy," he'd mumbled at the time, running a hand through his wet hair. He'd then immediately turned to go and try his door, only to find the thing was locked. He hit his head against it a few times, thudding each time. He sighed, closing his eyes. Well, at least he had a towel, that was something. In fact, it was even a decent sized towel, covering from Beau's waist almost down to his ankles. Beau had even managed to knot it.
Wasn't clothing though.
"Well, damn," Beau mumbled, rubbing his face. He looked down the hall, wondering if he should consider asking for help or something. He tapped his fist against the door a few more times, trying to work out something, an idea, just... something.