[this evening:

one (1) Finn Hudson is still piss-dicking around in Jesse's room after vampire gate cleaning! a pair of Apple headphones are hanging from his neck -- SALLY TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL TRAVEL SOUTH CROSSLAND -- while both hands seem to be attempting to co-ordinate pushing around a flimsy looking hand-vacuum and flicking a feather duster at a ( Read more... )

[if anyone inside the mansion was particularly observant this fine afternoon, they might spot a peculiarly large teen scrambling his gangly way to room 333. blood stains spot one side of his shirt, pooling around his collar and sleeve, and every few steps he stops to throw a hasty glance over his shoulder ( Read more... )

[should anyone pass by room 213, they might notice an obnoxiously tall teen tearing down streams of toilet paper. torrents of white tissue criss-cross through the middle and arch low to the ground, some limp, some torn, covering almost every inch of the walls and floor.

and oh, look at all that colourful language!

EVERYONE IS WELCOME. Behold ( Read more... )

[witness two (2) Finn Hudsons flickering onto the video feed, sharply angled away from one other and positioned at either side of the room. Finn one is standing with his arms crossed, opening and closing his fists and frowning at something off screen, while Finn two looks distinctly too-smug, completely unfazed and totally fly in a pair of Oakley ( Read more... )

[see Finn Hudson, stupidly nice guy standing in front of stupid room 067 with stupid closet-KFC, stupidly concerned that Karofsky got his stupid face turned into a doll.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK.

open up, Karofsky, there's a Double Down with your name on it.]

I freakin' told him.

[stomp stomp]

Asshole thinks he's real special... real freakin' superstar...

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. that's right, Dave Karofsky, your morning wake-up call is here. and it wants to punch you in the face.]