08-27-2018, 12:56 AM
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[div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #8F7686; line-height: 115%;"][color=lightcoral]it was common for marko to avoid his dorm entirely, if only because he could barely step in without destroying something "valuable" or get woken up in the middle of the night to help a certain rialto shoplift from jo-ann's. so he usually broke into cat's car and slept there, before spending the rest of his day on his motorcycle or, like, other places. sure, he entered the dorm when it was necessary, for a change of clothes or to check his phone once every blue moon. he enjoyed disappearing occasionally, going off the grid. besides, he was bad with technology and it was easier to just go without it sometimes.
multiple patches had fallen off of his jacket after a rather dumb stunt that gained him pretty bad bruises and a decision to not talk about how big of an idiot he'd been, so it was a time where marko had to go into the dorm and hope that rialto wasn't there. he actually had a basic knowledge of arts and crafts, enough to stitch his patches onto his jacket, but grabbing his phone off of his bed told him that he wouldn't have time to get that done.
so, he secured the missing patches on with safety pins and left for the common room.
there they all were, probably waiting for him. he took a deep breath, readying himself for the verbal berating that usually followed his every move. marko considered himself rather alright at rolling with the punches, so he could most likely handle whatever comments any of them had. that is, unless cat had anything to say concerning the five minute wait he had to put the three of them through.
okay, speaking time, marko had funny things to say sometimes and maybe he could avoid cat murdering him with a singnle phrase if he spoke up first. "yo, alex, am i gonna get any choice in the music at all?" he asked, deciding that maybe she wouldn't be as cutthroat to him as she would be to, say, a rather handsy rialto. he was hoping that by not acknowledging her aside from a quick glance, he'd get by just fine.
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[/td][/tr][/table][div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #8F7686; line-height: 115%;"][color=lightcoral]it was common for marko to avoid his dorm entirely, if only because he could barely step in without destroying something "valuable" or get woken up in the middle of the night to help a certain rialto shoplift from jo-ann's. so he usually broke into cat's car and slept there, before spending the rest of his day on his motorcycle or, like, other places. sure, he entered the dorm when it was necessary, for a change of clothes or to check his phone once every blue moon. he enjoyed disappearing occasionally, going off the grid. besides, he was bad with technology and it was easier to just go without it sometimes.
multiple patches had fallen off of his jacket after a rather dumb stunt that gained him pretty bad bruises and a decision to not talk about how big of an idiot he'd been, so it was a time where marko had to go into the dorm and hope that rialto wasn't there. he actually had a basic knowledge of arts and crafts, enough to stitch his patches onto his jacket, but grabbing his phone off of his bed told him that he wouldn't have time to get that done.
so, he secured the missing patches on with safety pins and left for the common room.
there they all were, probably waiting for him. he took a deep breath, readying himself for the verbal berating that usually followed his every move. marko considered himself rather alright at rolling with the punches, so he could most likely handle whatever comments any of them had. that is, unless cat had anything to say concerning the five minute wait he had to put the three of them through.
okay, speaking time, marko had funny things to say sometimes and maybe he could avoid cat murdering him with a singnle phrase if he spoke up first. "yo, alex, am i gonna get any choice in the music at all?" he asked, deciding that maybe she wouldn't be as cutthroat to him as she would be to, say, a rather handsy rialto. he was hoping that by not acknowledging her aside from a quick glance, he'd get by just fine.
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