sixth mojito

[likedollclothes]

[Fifth Floor Filter]

[Sam hasn't seen his buddy Michael in a while. So this is him, wandering up to the fifth floor and rapping on Michael's door]

Hey, Mikey. You around?

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[feel_theburn]

[And have Jackson wandering up the hallway. He's been using this Westen guy's room since it's seemed vacant, because he can't find his own room. Or his journal. He's starting to think the castle brought him in and forgot about him.]

[And as he gets closer, he spots Sam, but sorry Sam. In his world you're big bad Chuck Finley and you want him dead. So Jackson stars gasping in panic and turns to run, tripping over himself and falling on his face.]

[likedollclothes]

[hears the sound behind him and starts heading his way]

Whoa, Mike. Take it easy.

[feel_theburn]

Oh god! Oh no! [scrambles to get up, reaching for his inhaler and shoving it into his mouth, then takes off down the hallway.]

[likedollclothes]

[a long pause, before he starts chasing after him]

MICHAEL!