USC, New Residence Hall, Room 421, Sunday Late Evening

[swerval_zero]

Zero was sitting on her bed, glaring at her notebook as if this would make a page full of doodles and half-completed thoughts produce film-making genius for her essay.

...yeah, she had nothing. Good thing it wasn't due until Wednesday!

She was also starting to wonder when the frak they turned the air conditioning on in these dorms, because it was getting rather warm, and her little fan was not cutting it. Maybe she should open a window. Spring. Who needed it? Aside from the plants. And animals. And...she was getting off track again. "Focus, Hopeless-Savage," she muttered to herself. Like that was going to happen.

((Open for [coy]one who knows who he is[/coy].))

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Suddenly there was a knock on the window. If anyone looked at the window from inside the room, though, there would be no sign of anyone.

After all, Peter wasn't certain if Zero's roommate was around, and he didn't want to blow the whole secret identity thing after being in LA for all of a half hour.