Room 211, Wednesday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was completely unaware that anything weird was going on on the island. He wasn't sleeping any more than usual, his dreams were pretty much the same as always (some day, some day he wouldn't get woken up before the end of that one with Debbie Harry), and he'd been rather . . . preoccupied, anyway, what with going home for the weekend.

It wasn't that he didn't actually want to see his parents and friends back home. It was more that he was dreading the idea that his parents might realize he'd been lying out his ass about "shaping up" his image since getting here and keep him from coming back.

Which would be why he was currently standing in front of his mirror, rubbing his newly shaved and piercingless chin and trying not to look at the god-awful clothes he'd kept crammed into the bottom of his suitcase, just in case.

He was wearing khakis for godssake.

That hadn't been burned!

[ooc: expecting one, but open as well.]

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[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"OMIGOD ARE YOU GREMLIN BIT?"

Hello to you too, Claudia.

[OOC: couldn't resist...]

[lovemykilt]

Priestly spun around, eyes wide. "Gremlin? Where?!"

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"You're wearing khakis!"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly glanced down. "Uh. Yeah."

He didn't sound too terribly happy about it.

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"Why are you wearing khakis?" Claudia asked, looking worried.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly sighed. "I have to go home for the weekend. Well, tomorrow through, like, Tuesday."

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

Claudia looked sad. "And they don't like the real you?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly smiled. It was kind of mostly grimace. "Not so much, no. That's . . . kinda why I'm here in the first place."

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"Aww, sweetie," Claudia said sympathetically, going up on tiptoes to touch his hair.

[likethegun]

Sam was so preoccupied with his weird dreams that he walked right past Priestly's open door.

...and then literally backed up because something here was seriously wrong. "Hey. What's with the pants?" he asked.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly looked up, still rubbing at his chin.

It felt weird. All, like . . . naked.

"I have to go home for the weekend."

[likethegun]

"I take it that means sticking to a boring dress code?" Sam asked. He could understand the clothes, but his hair was kind of sad to see.

[lovemykilt]

The hair, thankfully, was the art of careful combing rather than actual cutting. He just needed some gel and hair dye and it'd be mohawk city again soon enough.

Which was good, 'cause that stuff didn't grow nearly as fast as facial hair did.

"Yeah. Mom kinda hates the other look. 'Swhy she sent me here in the first place. She thinks private school 'straightened me out'."

[likethegun]

"Did you tell her that, or do you think she's going to assume?" Sam asked.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly looked a little guilty. "She asked how it was going! So I kinda . . . let her believe her plan worked."

[likethegun]

Sam gave him a sympathetic look. "I can understand wanting to make her feel okay, but that does mean it'll suck whenever you want to go home."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, but it beats her dragging me outta here and sending me to an actual stuffy uniformed private school."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had woken up and stumbled down the hall at a run, then a rush, then pretty much the 50-yard dash as she got to the second floor. "Priestly Priestly Priestly--" She got to the door in tears. "Priestly?"

Wait. Okay, this was wrong. "What...?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly blinked at her, having heard her coming down the hall. Oh hell, she was crying. He rushed to comfort her.

"It's okay, Dinah, I swear, I just did it for my mom, I'll be back to normal next week when I get back."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

He was alive. He was walking and talking and had a pulse and his hair was all wrong and she was so confused and

Dinah burst into messy tears, waving her arms and burbling. "I killed you! Me and Edward! I sucked your blood and you died!"

[lovemykilt]

Oooookay.

". . . I think I'd remember that." He tilted his head, unconsciously showing his undamaged neck (and tattoo), then stepped forward, arms low and out. "You okay?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"No." Dinah shook her head, trembling all over, then got close enough to hug him, as hard as she could. Warm. Heart beating. But she could remember the blood stopping so well, and taking his piercings out and oh god she wanted to hurl. "Not okay. I dreamed it last night, and the middle of the day today, and just now, I fell asleep, I didn't want to, and... what's up with your hair?" she asked, stepping back to wipe at her face, breath catching in little gulps. "Put it back!" It was freaking her out.

[lovemykilt]

"Then I'd have to wash it out again!" Priestly was so confused. "Dinah, what are you talking about?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah put her hands over her face, trying not to freak out any more. "In my dream. I've dreamed it three times. You had the piercings, and the beard, but your hair was normal." She gulped. "I was a vampire. And I stalked you. All day. Just waiting for you to come out of hiding." Her face crumpled, but she managed to keep enough of a rein on her voice to say, "And then Edward showed up and we killed you and I took your eyebrow ring and your earrings and I was sure, so sure you were dead."

[lovemykilt]

". . . You dreamed you were a vampire?" Okay, that was kinda weird, right? "Wait, why was I hiding? Three times?" He was confused. But she was still freaking out. "Hey, hey, it's okay, just a dream, right? Dreams're weird."