<b>Location: </b>Room 107.<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Lillian O'Donnell (<a class="username" data-user-id="39216" data-username="@Pastel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39216/">@Pastel</a>)<br/><div style="text-align: center">---​</div>“This thing is so damn itchy, god damn.” Gordie murmured as he adjusted the final piece of his costume, the combat vest, on his chest.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://s.yimg.com/ny/api/res/1.2/YWLZC6Q0x0bYmUk8_uLmag--~A/YXBwaWQ9aGlnaGxhbmRlcjtzbT0xO3c9MzAzO2g9NDU2O2lsPXBsYW5l/http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/blogs/movietalk/Bane-jpg_181056.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><i>Bane.</i></a>That’s who he was going as, the villain from the Batman Dark Knight series. He certainly had the height and arms for it, though Gordie refused to shave his head bald or wear some sort of cap to infer it. So he kind of looked like Bane, if Bane had been some sort of Jersey or Californian greaser with Gordie’s slicked back hair. The mask strap sat over his head too, flattening his style a little but overall it looked good on him. He did however get a large sticker of the university mascot, an otter, and slapped it on his chest. Team spirit right?<br/><br/>All ready, he exited the bathroom and went into the common room of his dorm, opening the new minifridge he acquired to pull out one of the last of the<i>Miller</i>beers. Yes, yes, he knew the rules. He drank the last one, he was responsible for filling it up. He made the rule really and was the only one who suffered by it so he supposed it was fair in a way. He drank most of the beer anyways (after any and all home work and studying was done, as a rule). Lifting his mask up, he took a sip of the beverage before standing in what he assumed was the empty common room.<i>If Lily overheard him, well…more laughs for her.</i><br/><br/>“It seems victory has defeated you.” Gordie tried in his pseudo-Bane voice, hand on his chest. His voice cracked midway and it wasn’t good.<br/><br/>He took another sip of beer. “So YoU cAmE bAcK tO dIE wItH yOuR cItY?” He said, the voice perfect on this run. Excellent.<br/><br/>Another sip of beer. “But you merely adopted the dark. I was<i>born</i>in it, molded by it.” He tried again. He was getting the hang of it. He wasn’t going to spend the entire evening talking like this, maybe just only a few memorable quotes.<i>Oh who was he kidding. Enough drinks and he probably wouldn’t shut up with it.</i><br/><br/>He flexed a bit and nodded appreciatively. “Do you feel in charge?” He practiced again, smirking behind the mask. Then he took it off. It was starting to itch around the back of his head. “God damn.” He said again, rubbing his face and drinking some more beer.<i>Should head out soon.</i><br/><br/>“Lily, you gone or you still going?” He called into the dorm, wondering if she was in her room or having gone earlier. If she was here, they could go together. If not, he would head out as well. Maybe he would text the others and see who else would be there.