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Tony blinked and peered closer at the window. It looked like a bunch of people had gathered on the roof....and...were moving around? Dancing? What odd people. Tony pulled away from the window, his whistle dying down. Hm. They looked as if they were having fun. He continued watching, from the sidelines, too shy to even comprehend joining. Besides, he didn't really want to associate with these people...he had been so happy when they all left, right? But now, watching them from afar....

He exhaled strongly through his nose and walked down the hallway. The blood on his sleeve had dried, and he really didn't want to wear this hoodie anymore. At the next trash can, he dumped the old hand-me down. It had been about, what, ten, twenty minutes since he had been beat up? Maybe the common room was calm now...he ventured a peek inside. So far so good.

The guy who had beat him up was nowhere to be seen, and although a couple people were on the couch, they didn't notice him. He tiptoed behind and edged into the boys room. A few were inside, and although they glared at him somewhat, they didn't say much to him. One guy even left the room. He managed to put on a new sweater when he realized why, exactly, the guy had left the room. His previous attacker lumbered into the bedroom, his hair singed. There was about a split second of nothing, and then the guy rushed him. Without thinking, Tony pushed the window open and slid out onto the roof. His foot slipped against the tiles, and for a frightening moment he thought he would fall off the roof to his death. That thought was dispelled when he realized he wasn't moving down anymore, and he scampered up the roof until he was on top of where the window was.

He could hear the voices of the others on the rooftops a few yards away, maybe more. He sighed and just sat on the roof, waiting for the shouting and cursing beneath him to die down before even thinking of going back inside.