| Mental Syn/Jimmy |
[28 Feb 2009|08:31pm] |
Syn wanted to destroy something, and his first choice was Mr. OCPD's room because that would really piss the guy off. He really wanted to piss someone off. He ws itching for a fucking fight. Ugh, he wanted to beat the shit out of someone. It was just an itch in the back of his skull that he couldn't fucking get rid of. He sighed as he walked through the corridors and he reached Jimmy's room in what seemed like no time.
He smirked to himself as he grabbed the door handle, yanking it open and counting nine steps into the room before he go to the desk. He glanced around before letting his hands fall around the things perfectly situated on the desk. He swept his arm across the flat surface, letting everything go flying to the floor. He cackled and walked across the room, glancing around befoe he reached one of the beds. He smirked even more and grabbed the covers, yanking them off and leaving the blankets in an uneven pile on the floor.
God, this felt fucking great. He only glanced around afterward to see if anyone was actually in the room. He hoped Jimmy was, and his entire body was tingling from the excitement.
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