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badfic_manor2012-01-04 10:18 pm
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backdated to december 26; early morning.
[John had all but fled the party the night before, and while the locked doors of the lower floor hadn't immediately allowed him to return to his room, he had shifted around uncomfortably and stayed out of sight of most everyone he came across as he skittered about. At one point he had wedged himself behind a plush arm chair and sat in the corner with his knees drawn to his chest, desperate to be alone somewhere that was quiet.]
[When he had gotten back to his room, he had promptly screamed into his pillow until his throat was raw and his voice was scratchy.]
[Which he figured was probably part of the reason he had then curled up in the corner of his bed under a mound of pillows and blankets and watched City of Angels twice before he fell asleep to Sarah McLachlan's melodious voice with his face buried in a pillow to hide the fact that he was way more upset about this than he was letting on.]
[Dawn startled him awake in the form of a ray of sunlight glinting off his glasses, which he had neglected to remove, and he vaulted himself out of bed, still in his sweater and socks from the previous evening, and slid down the hallway in aforementioned sock-feet to room ninety-six, where a one Rose Lalonde dwelled.]
[He stood there for about thirty seconds solid before he knocked shortly on the door.]
[When he had gotten back to his room, he had promptly screamed into his pillow until his throat was raw and his voice was scratchy.]
[Which he figured was probably part of the reason he had then curled up in the corner of his bed under a mound of pillows and blankets and watched City of Angels twice before he fell asleep to Sarah McLachlan's melodious voice with his face buried in a pillow to hide the fact that he was way more upset about this than he was letting on.]
[Dawn startled him awake in the form of a ray of sunlight glinting off his glasses, which he had neglected to remove, and he vaulted himself out of bed, still in his sweater and socks from the previous evening, and slid down the hallway in aforementioned sock-feet to room ninety-six, where a one Rose Lalonde dwelled.]
[He stood there for about thirty seconds solid before he knocked shortly on the door.]