whose is the loose screw? [[o]]

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though it would seem that he was an aimless, do-nothing type of guy, there were certain life skills (of sorts) that dean vegas was actually quite good at. one of those skills happened to be 'lock picking.' or in the case of a combo locks, he was merely experienced with cracking them open through quick sets of trial and error.

step uno complete.

after slipping himself inside, the ginger proceeded to pull out his cellphone. using the built-in flashlight, he began to explore the contents laying around. however, less than ten seconds into his adventure, a sudden 'click' was heard. frowning, the senior turned around within the tight space. his hand reached forward to attempt at pushing the locker door open but to no avail; there were only rattling sounds and dean growled. someone had likely picked up the lock that he carelessly left laying around, and resecured the locker. for a school full of problematic students, there sure was a handful of rule followers.

well whatever, he supposed. the owner of the locker was bound to open it again some time that day... or maybe, just maybe, they didn't actually use the locker? "that won't do, huh," he stated flatly, suddenly realizing that he could very well starve to death which, in his opinion, was probably the worst way to die.

eyes blinked a few times as he shone his flashlight downward, checking for anything beneath his feet that could possibly be useful to a student. if he just found out the identity of the locker owner...

there came another set of rattling noise and dean quickly perked up. he wouldn't starve in here after all. still, the mischievous part of him also realized that this could very well be a chance for him to pull a prank on someone. however, just as he'd opened his mouth, the rattling stopped and was followed by an even louder noise; as if the person on the other side had punched the locker.

"oh my god, what was that for?" the ginger called out as he peeked through the thin slits on the locker door, "seriously, if i was just a bit more of a chicken i mighta pissed myself. then what would y'do, huh? all yer shit would start to smell like me," but, maybe that was a good thing. after all, he was always compared to canines-alike. it would certainly make sense for him to pee on anything that he wanted to claim. except for the fact that he didn't necessarily want to 'claim' this girl, per se.

blinking at whatever he could see of the girl who appeared to be a fellow redhead, the seventeen-year-old continued, "will ya lemme out, by the way? before i really piss on yer stuff? i mean, unless that's what yer into then, yanno, it can be our li'l secret." he laughed, as he tried to stuff the tip of his pointer finger through one of the slits, "we all got that one fetish: i have y'covered, pal."