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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Jack of All Trades' / Monday, November 13th, 2006 / 8:21 PM
Location: Gryffindor Boy's Dormitories
Open to: Peter-- the magnificent!
Currently Involving: Kazuki the Lion-Hearted
The limp magazine that once inhabited Kazu’s abdomen was soon thrown to the floor with a loud THUD. Motorcycle parts were becoming extremely expensive, and Kazu was already sick of applying for jobs. Not only that, but he was sick of applying for them, and then not getting them. Soon enough, he’d have to find some sort of boring Muggle job to keep him occupied.
As long as it didn’t have anything to do with cooking food, Kazu figured he’d be fine.
Suddenly becoming rather weary, he rolled over onto his back and looked around the area for a clock. Like it mattered. When Kazu was tired, no one could keep him awake, no matter what the hour was. Honestly, he was a man that would most likely sleep during World War III. Heaving a giant yawn, he rubbed his eyes and let his head fall onto his pillow unenthusiastically.
Where was Lou when you needed her? Always the one to supply a much-needed bottle of Firewhiskey... Kazu let his eyelids droop in the slightest, just enough to keep his drowsiness present.
At this point, he was ready for some peaceful, non-disturbed, heavy sleeping...
Location: Gryffindor Boy's Dormitories
Open to: Peter-- the magnificent!
Currently Involving: Kazuki the Lion-Hearted
The limp magazine that once inhabited Kazu’s abdomen was soon thrown to the floor with a loud THUD. Motorcycle parts were becoming extremely expensive, and Kazu was already sick of applying for jobs. Not only that, but he was sick of applying for them, and then not getting them. Soon enough, he’d have to find some sort of boring Muggle job to keep him occupied.
As long as it didn’t have anything to do with cooking food, Kazu figured he’d be fine.
Suddenly becoming rather weary, he rolled over onto his back and looked around the area for a clock. Like it mattered. When Kazu was tired, no one could keep him awake, no matter what the hour was. Honestly, he was a man that would most likely sleep during World War III. Heaving a giant yawn, he rubbed his eyes and let his head fall onto his pillow unenthusiastically.
Where was Lou when you needed her? Always the one to supply a much-needed bottle of Firewhiskey... Kazu let his eyelids droop in the slightest, just enough to keep his drowsiness present.
At this point, he was ready for some peaceful, non-disturbed, heavy sleeping...