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John places his hand on the door outside, carefully--no cars in the driveway, his mom and Cameron aren't back yet. He glances to the left, keeping an eye on the street as he slips in through the door.
What the hell. He reaches back immediately to grab the door closing behind him and get out of whenever he is now (a bar? Why would someone build a bar here?). At least he's still got his clothes. But he's not looking, and he closes the door instead with a click.
John rattles the door handle, swearing quietly, for a few moments before (concious that there might be eyes on him), he straightens his shoulders and...tries to look like he fits in.
It doesn't work very well.
[Tiny tag: John Connor]
[Note: Heading to bed, but entry open until it scrolls off the page]
What the hell. He reaches back immediately to grab the door closing behind him and get out of whenever he is now (a bar? Why would someone build a bar here?). At least he's still got his clothes. But he's not looking, and he closes the door instead with a click.
John rattles the door handle, swearing quietly, for a few moments before (concious that there might be eyes on him), he straightens his shoulders and...tries to look like he fits in.
It doesn't work very well.
[Tiny tag: John Connor]
[Note: Heading to bed, but entry open until it scrolls off the page]