Room 211, Wednesday
Priestly was completely unaware that anything weird was going on on the island. He wasn't sleeping any more than usual, his dreams were pretty much the same as always (some day, some day he wouldn't get woken up before the end of that one with Debbie Harry), and he'd been rather . . . preoccupied, anyway, what with going home for the weekend.
It wasn't that he didn't actually want to see his parents and friends back home. It was more that he was dreading the idea that his parents might realize he'd been lying out his ass about "shaping up" his image since getting here and keep him from coming back.
Which would be why he was currently standing in front of his mirror, rubbing his newly shaved and piercingless chin and trying not to look at the god-awful clothes he'd kept crammed into the bottom of his suitcase, just in case.
He was wearing khakis for godssake.
That hadn't been burned!
[ooc: expecting one, but open as well.]
It wasn't that he didn't actually want to see his parents and friends back home. It was more that he was dreading the idea that his parents might realize he'd been lying out his ass about "shaping up" his image since getting here and keep him from coming back.
Which would be why he was currently standing in front of his mirror, rubbing his newly shaved and piercingless chin and trying not to look at the god-awful clothes he'd kept crammed into the bottom of his suitcase, just in case.
He was wearing khakis for godssake.
That hadn't been burned!
[ooc: expecting one, but open as well.]