<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/SimonStich.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Simon Tuttle (Stitch)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms/Room 28<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Afternoon Rituals<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abe's Whiteboard/op<br/><br/>Long past morning now, and well past one class and one lab later, and Simon was a scruffy boy. Having skipped the morning shave, there was now two day's worth of five o'clock shadows darkening his face, and a distinct smear of machinery grease along his chin. The hair he'd so haphazardly gelled was now even spikier and floppier than before, and without thinking, he whipped it around further with a scratch at his scalp. Ear bugs in, industrial blaring, Simon stalked in through the common area toward the men's hall, all while shuffling through a mixture of notes and schematics he'd acquired throughout the day. His eyes narrowed on a particularly complex piece of work and, in a moment of complete carelessness, spilled them all onto the floor.<br/><br/>"Christ on a stick!" He bellowed angrily as he knelt to sweep all his things back up. Grumbling as he stuffed sheets here and slapped them in between the pages of a Five Star there, Simon stood back up and looked over to see something that immediately wiped the fire off his face.<br/><br/>Room 26.<br/><br/><em>'Ahh. It's that time again already...'</em>He hissed inward happily as a sadistic grin crept across his lips.<br/><br/>Humming and a flutter of his fingers, Simon snatched up the black Expo from the white board in front of him and ripped the cap off. His hand made quick, but wobbly art on number 38's door. Why? No real reason, other than the ginger had taken up residence in a room with the mad man's favorite number attached to it. Plus, after their first in the dorms, and his ritualistic night of douching on<em>everyone's</em>whiteboards, Abe had grumped the most. And that in itself was reason enough to keep doing it. By the time he was through, Simon's hum had turned into a whistle, and replacing the marker as he'd found it, off to his room he went, quietly closing the door behind him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Whiteboard Dick Doodle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Silly%20Photos%20and%20Get%20Ups/AbeWallDouchery.jpg)</div></div>