The door to room 405 has been left slightly ajar. Anakin is sitting bare chested and cross-legged in the center of the room. His bed is floating a good foot off of the ground, as are three gremlins who thought that an Anakin with his eyes closed meant an Anakin who wasn't aware of them trying to sneak up on him. They are chittering to each other ( Read more... )

Master,

Did you do any kind of research about this school before you sent me here? No, I will not calm down.

I thought I was a Sith most of yesterdayHave you started breathing again yet? See? Told you I didn't need to calm down. I've done the calculation all by myself: Chosen One + Dark Side = Bad, Bad Things ( Read more... )

Anakin had not slept well, tossing and turning despite the exhaustion of two straight days of fighting zombies.

His dreams had been full of gleaming metal, swirling, uncontrollable emotions, and an amused, familiar laugh that sent uncomfortable prickles up his spine. There had been fear--of him--and he had reveled in it.

An angry shout woke ( Read more... )

Anakin stomped into his room and thought about collapsing onto his bed in a zombie-goo covered heap. Deciding the mess it would make of the bedding wasn't worth it, he stripped off his second ruined set of robes in as many days ( Read more... )

Anakin woke up covered in zombie goop and stiff from sleeping on the floor in Rory's room all night ( Read more... )

Anakin woke up in a bad mood ( Read more... )