Much like this time last week Seely was asleep.

Unlike this time last week, he was not Irish, not hung-over, and also cuddling a stuffed dog.

He may also have been drooling a little.

[open to the roomie, and to certain other people if they feel like rescuing the dog]

Rubbing the bruise on the side of his head, Seely groaned and sat up. That had been a really strange dream, with the bad hair and worse accents. But if he wasn't careful he was going to be late to detention.

Blinking he looked at his surroundings. Why wasn't he in his bed?

Oh god, it hadn't been a dream. That detention, and the way he'd acted ( Read more... )

Since he still had a couple of hours until he had to go down to the radio station, Seely lay on his bed reading his latest copy of Nun's Monthly.

[For two people who know who they are.]

Seely was still a puppet, and despite the fact that after yesterday he'd much prefer to stay in his room, he had a class to get to.

After letting himself out of his room with a great some small amount of difficulty, he hoped he could get to the dangershop without running into anyone.

[ooc: for willbedone]

Seely sat on his bed, rubbing ice over the bruise on his calf from that kinky redhead's psychotic pet, and listening to Parker's message about the band tryouts.

He wondered what was in the water at this school to make for all the crazy.

[ooc: for the roomie]

Seely was lying in bed, going though a back issue of Classic Cars Monthly, when a knock came at the door. Opening the door, he was surprised to see an empty hallway, however lying in the front of doorway was a magazine ( Read more... )