[ When the screen zaps on, there's a man that no one's ever possibly seen on campus before. He appears to be outside hiding under a tree, laptop in his lap and trying to keep out of the smoldering summer Sun. Though with the state he's in that's visible, sharp blue hair piercing against the light skin of his shoulders and collar bone (all burnt pink), maybe he is familiar if you were paying attention at prom...

He looks pretty distressed, though, and when he speaks, it's with some tinge of anger. ]

Who just leaves those stupid balls just lying around?! Who does that?! I ran right into one. RIGHT. INTO. ONE.

[ Fingers start to tear into the thick locks of azure spikes, green eyes on the verge of ripening to red. ]

I can't find anymore! I went lookin' as soon as it happened, but they're all gone!

[ Which means he's probably been running around naked as the day he was born, but what does he care? He needs out of this body NOW.

By the end of his outburst, he's crossed between looking upset and looking annoyed. ]

Thiiiissss is not cool. AT ALL. [ He touches his shoulder. ] ow.


[ ooc: Remember last month on personals when I said I would do that open log to rack up some CR? hi there. Just gonna network it.

Just fyi: totally okay with action instead of other medias. ]

[Remember the flyers that previously littered the whole campus? That mailbox set aside for one 'Dear Flower'?

Well, set neatly around campus are small stacks of zines. A brightly colored cover proudly announces 'DEAR FLOWER - #1'. Each issue was photocopied from an original that was clearly entirely handwritten by the mysterious author behind the advice column. Maybe you should pick one up...!]

( just a suggestion. )