![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Room 227 [Friday, noon]
Mar. 31st, 2006 10:04 amDuffel bag slung over one shoulder, Bridge punches in his keycode and enters his room. Flinging the bag in a random direction, he collapses face-first onto the bed.
"Mpph,"
It had been a *long* week. A week that had resulted in his uniform ending up rather... unwearable. So here he was, dressed in jeans and a shirt that B-Squad's Green Ranger had generously donated.
Still, as nice as it had been to see his teammates again, he was glad to be back at school. With time to relax before heading off to class, even. Excellent.
[ooc: i'm baaaack! and so's bridge. come say hi if you want.]
"Mpph,"
It had been a *long* week. A week that had resulted in his uniform ending up rather... unwearable. So here he was, dressed in jeans and a shirt that B-Squad's Green Ranger had generously donated.
Still, as nice as it had been to see his teammates again, he was glad to be back at school. With time to relax before heading off to class, even. Excellent.
[ooc: i'm baaaack! and so's bridge. come say hi if you want.]
