Johnny Storm

Johnny was in his alcove, music going as he started packing up his stuff. He didn't have a whole lot to pack since he didn't really unpack everything when he first arrived. What? He was a guy, not like it mattered where his stuff went anyway.

After he tossed a few things into a bag, he fell back on his bed with his laptop, logging in to Transworld Motocross to see what was happening. It'd been a great day, what with Flag Foot ball and all, so now he was just chillin'.

(open to any cabinmates, or whomever.)