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principalconnor.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhigh2005-09-11 07:44 pm
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A sudden commotion in the middle of open enrollment forces Sarah to get up from her desk and stalk out into the hall with gun in hand. She arrives to find
notsouledyet and
soldtoarmenians loudly bickering, both of them insulting each other's ancestry, intelligence, fashion sense, and anything else that comes to mind.
Principal Connor fires her gun into the air three times, effectively shutting both of them up and getting their attention. She narrows her eyes at them and snaps, "Hey! I will not have this sort of behavior in my school. You will learn to put up with one another or I will tie you up on the shooting range and let the school's gun club ventilate your major internal organs."
She starts to walk away, then turns back with a mischievous look in her eyes. "You two," she says, waving her gun between the two of them, "are hereby ordered to share a dorm room. And if either one of you does anything to break anything in that room, you will automatically get detention. No exceptions."
The principal heads back towards her office, the corners of her lips tugging upward in an amused smile. "Have fun, boys," she says under her breath.
Principal Connor fires her gun into the air three times, effectively shutting both of them up and getting their attention. She narrows her eyes at them and snaps, "Hey! I will not have this sort of behavior in my school. You will learn to put up with one another or I will tie you up on the shooting range and let the school's gun club ventilate your major internal organs."
She starts to walk away, then turns back with a mischievous look in her eyes. "You two," she says, waving her gun between the two of them, "are hereby ordered to share a dorm room. And if either one of you does anything to break anything in that room, you will automatically get detention. No exceptions."
The principal heads back towards her office, the corners of her lips tugging upward in an amused smile. "Have fun, boys," she says under her breath.

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I absolutely refuse to spend one minute with this pathetic, low-life -
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Wait, does this mean I can have room 406?
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...
*looks suspicious*
What's in Room 406?
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(OOC: Should I start up the betting pool now on when you two will kill each other, or wait until later? ;))
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(OOC: Kill or fuck. I mean with this much simmering emotion it's bound to be either. And I don't even slash them usually!)
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(ooc: why does the idea of Zaphod crushing on Sarah Conner make my fandom heart squeal?)
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