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Rm 217 - Monday after work and classes

Coming down from working on the senior project, Johnny showered, dressed, and sat on his bed. He needed to talk to Savannah and he'd put it off for far too long. He was bracing himself for an argument because he knew she was going to be upset and he assumed pissed that he was leaving early.

So yeah, he had some explaining to do.

[[ For Savannah and SP is the name of the game. ]]

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Rm 217 - Monday; early morning

Johnny's cell rang at ungodly o'clock this morning, and not wanting to wake Savannah, he slipped out into the hall to take it. The team needed him home. Now. Sue filled in with details and Johnny demanded two weeks. After a few moments, both realized arguing the point was futile and Sue said: "Two weeks, Johnny."

Shit.

Quietly stepping back in, he dressed quickly and headed back out. He'd work on the senior project today and worry about telling Savannah later.

Probably not the best decision, but it worked for him.

[[ Establishy. ]]

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sex pollen

Rm 217 - Thursday afternoon

After recieving a certain phone message, Johnny wasted no time in getting a quick shower out of the way. He then proceeded to straighten the room mostly in an effort to contain the thin threads of self-control that linked his brain and his... lower half.

Damn, wasn't fifteen minutes up yet?

He was wearing a pair of faded jeans. And even that much clothing seemed awkwardly constraining.

The door was open.

[[ OOC: For one. And do I really need to say this is going to be NWS? Bow chicka bow bow. ]]

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Rm 217 - Saturday morning

Okay, so if he was awake, he might be feeling a little bad for not making it to Prom last night with Savannah. However, he could not feel bad for what happened in their room while the decision was made to just stay in, because holy hell was last night awesome! So freaking hot that feeling bad about not making it to the dance would be hard to do. And he imagined Savannah might feel the same way.

As it was now, he lay on his back, blissfully in la la land, while she was curled up against him, both naked, both comfortable. And both not having the first clue that they were about to be interrupted by wee tiny kids.

[For his wife and their wee youngsters.]

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Rm 217, Monday morning

Johnny was just chilling on his bed with a back issue of Motocross when Chris stopped by for a little guy time. Not dirty. And to make plans about a possible double-date.

If Johnny was thinking, he'd remember that the last time this happened, they turned into gay cowboys herding sheep.

But he wasn't thinking.

That's why the gremlin that snuck into his room bit Chris first, causing Johnny to jump up and scream like a girl, before he too was bitten.

And when he screamed again, it wasn't so much a scream as a deep throated, "Ah, goddamn it, Albert..."

[Establishy! Chris modded with permission.]

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Room 217, Thursday before classes

Johnny was pacing back and forth, pensive and thoughtful as he considered the creatures outside. It would be easy: he could torch them. All of them. The stench might be upsetting but that was little worry if Fandom became zombie free. Seriously. He was lacking in the torching things department and zombies are dead. They'd hardly feel a thing and be nothing more than a pile of ash in seconds.

Destiny jumped up against his legs, tired of watching him move back and forth. Bending, he picked her up and gave her lovin'.

This kind of stuff, this fandom random crap, is what he worried about when he thought about graduation and leaving Savannah behind.

[The door is closed, post open.]

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Room 217, Thursday after classes

It happened again. How, why, who the hell knew. But lynx!Johnny was sitting on the bed, baby growling at Destiny who was prancing around and barking up at him.

This was going to be a very long weekend.

[OOC: La la la, going to be gone. Johnny is a wee lynx and the wife has full modding rights. Post is open for her only.]

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Rm 217 - Wednesday morning

Since bringing Savannah back from the clinic, Johnny had kept close but not too close as to be overwhelming. He didn't like what was going on but with nothing else to do at the moment, her comfort and care was extremely important.

He roused slowly and reached an arm over, across her, letting her know he hadn't gone anywhere during the night.

[For Savannah pls, and SP is love.]

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Rm 217, Monday before classes

Johnny was wrapped around his girlfriend, snuggled under the covers, and snoring lightly. He was totally out, mumbling in his sleep every now and then about family and the Bahamas and cute little bikini's. His dreams were awesome, dude. Save the family part. That was not good and he grumbled into his snore, pressing closer against the small, soft girl in bed with him.

[For she who is in bed with him. ETA: Oops, morning post is going NWS. Imagine that.]

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Rm 217, Thursday evening

Johnny was watching TV. He was watching bikes jump through hoops of fire. No, he did not yet realize he had turned into a wee baby lynx. He was totally tuned into ESPN, yo.

[Establishy and for the girl.]

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Rm 217 Wednesday evening

As mentioned earlier to Savannah at work, Johnny had the room lit with softly scented candles. He'd changed the bed sheets over to black silk and tossed pink rose petals all over the black faux fur coverlet that blanketed the top. Jazz was playing softly in the background and Destiny was quiet, asleep in her bed on the floor.

Johnny was dressed in silk pajama pants and lounged on the bed, a crystal glass in hand that he sipped from occassionally.

He could be romantic. Sure he could.

[For the girl. ETA: going NWS.]

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sow

Rm 217, Sunday evening

He knew better now. She was having an affair. Screw the amnesia.

The slut.

Whore.

His cell rang while he was in the middle of thinking. Glancing down at the number he groaned. He was not going to answer it. He was waiting for his girlfriend so he could accuse her of sleeping around. She had to be. It explained everything.

God. What if she gave him an STD.

What if... what if he knocked her up?

Dammit.

[For the cheater omg!]

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Room 217, Wednesday night

Johnny was going home tonight and wouldn't be back until Sunday sometime. He... really needed to tell Savannah.

After work, he came back and showered and waited around to do just that, though he wasn't much looking forward to it. He loved her and didn't want her upset with him. Still, he was going flying with Reed and Ben and there was just no quelling that excitment.

He should have bought her flowers. That might soften the news a bit.

[For the girl, and SP is love]

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Rm 217, Wednesday evening

As promised, Johnny had movies and beer ready for his and Savannah's night in. Okay, they practically spent every night in but tonight they were doing horror flicks and beer. Couldn't get much better than that.

Destiny was cozy on the foot of the bed, and Johnny, dressed in a pair of jeans, was comfy with pillows against his back, leaning against the headboard. Remote control was in his hand and he was ready to get the movie started.

[For the girl.]

Current Mood: naughty
Current Music: Elvis Presley - Burning Love

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Rm 217, late afternoon

Johnny opened the door for Savannah. "Sean's going to have a word with me, isn't he?" he teased, flinging the shirt he was carrying aside. "You cut out early, all because of me..." A shoe went flying. "...because I'm hot?" Another shoe went flying. "...because of my awesome abs?" Pants were undone, riding low. "...because I'm a maverick pilot and have great conversational skills?" Cough. "Or is it because I'm a superhero and can make you so... very... hot?"

[For the girl, and since she's going to be attacking him, let's say this is going to be NWS muwahaha.]

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Rm 217, late Monday afternoon

Johnny didn't have any classes till Thursday which meant he could totally take advantage of his free time.

So, sitting behind the cheap set of drums he purchased, he was banging away, actually sounding pretty good. And when he really got into it, he lit the drumsticks Reed made for him, on fire, and wasn't that so freaking awesome! Chad would be proud of his progress, Johnny thought.

The door was wide open.

[So is the post!]

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Rm 217, Friday morning

Johnny had on his motorcycle gear. He was getting ready to head out, check out Madagascar and just... get the hell away from the dorms and his room.

Maybe he would call Sue, see what was up this next week. He just might head home.

[Expecting one.]

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Rm 217, Thursday, pretty much all afternoon

Yeah, aside from class? Johnny was hanging out in his room today. He'd heard radio, figured Savannah was pissed. And he wasn't entirely stupid.

...

Right. Whatever. No sense in dealing with an angry witch.

He stuck in a dvd and he was going to damn well enjoy it.

[Can be open, yo.]

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Rm 217, Tuesday after classes

To say that radio hadn't bothered him, was an understatement. It had really pissed him off to know that Savannah had blabbered her mouth to practically everyone. Might as well have considering who all knew now.

Whatever, he went to her karaoke class anyway and watched her perform. After that he took off. He didn't bother to go to her cheerleading practice like he normally would have. Instead he came back to the dorms, took a shower, halfway dressed, and grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge.

Parking his butt in a chair, he turned on the TV and started flipping through channels.

[Door is open, as is the post. ETA: Savannah & Johnny's convo is NFB. Anyone that comes visiting or to kick his ass, does so after Savannah's already come and gone.]

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Rm 217, Late Sunday night

Johnny came back to his room exhausted. Exhausted from ~~handwavily~~ fighting, and exhausted from trying to search for Savannah. After their argument things just went downhill for him and he wondered about their relationship. He'd probably been an ass but she was damn stubborn.

Peeling off his shirt, he grabbed a beer and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching over to pet Destiny.

He supposed Savannah would get back when she got back. And he would sit there and try not to worry.

[For the girl.]