Room 418. Saturday Night

[socksofcool]

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]

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[socksofcool]

Seely looked sick. "What kind of twisted freaks...?"

[notajar]

Another shrug. "No kind. There's nothing else quite like Croup and Vandemar. It's why people hire them."

[socksofcool]

"But why?" Seely asked. "You're just a kid."

[notajar]

"I don't know," she admits, leaning against an empty desk. "My family doesn't have any enemies. Didn't," Door corrects herself. "Apparently."

[socksofcool]

Seely caught the past tense and licked his lips before asking "Didn't?"

[notajar]

This comes dangerously close to thinking about something besides how to survive the next few hours, and she can't do that yet. Door crosses her arms and shrugs again, much smaller than the others. "There's just me."

[socksofcool]

Seely was occasionally quick on the uptake. "I'm sorry."

[notajar]

"Thank you." It's the easiest thing to say, if not the fullest truth, and she seems to be getting in the habit of it today. "Thank you for rescuing me, as well," and there she's on more solid ground.

[socksofcool]

"Don't mention it," Seely replied, then tried for a mood lightener. "Us Booths'll give the shirt off our backs to help a lady, just usually not so literally."

[notajar]

Door doesn't comprehend, for a moment, then she grins. "They bandaged my arm with that."

[socksofcool]

Seely grinned back. "Probably looked better on you than me anyway."

[notajar]

"I doubt it; on you it wasn't covered in blood," Door says matter-of-fact-ly.

"I'm Door," she adds, belatedly remembering to give the little wave of her fingers. Though Principal Washburn hadn't used it; perhaps it isn't something authority figures do.

[socksofcool]

"Okay there is that." Wondering briefly why she finger-wiggled at him, Seely gave a little finger-wiggle back. "I'm Seely, Seely Booth. Seely, not Angel." Because he really should make that clear from the start.

[notajar]

"I'm pleased to meet you, Seelyseelyboothseelynotangel."

Door looks around the room appraisingly, then goes to sit on the empty bed. Aside from the one she awoke in this morning, which she wasn't in any condition to enjoy, it's been... how long, since a real bed? She sigh with gratitude for simple things, and lets her eyes close for just a moment. "I've slept in worse places. Most of them in the past five days."

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