second floor common room | late morning | thursday | january 14

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

After getting into it with Griff last night, Alex had gone straight to the mainland. A few hours, a lot of alcohol and one warm bed later, he was back on the island, eating cereal and watching something mindless on television.

All things considered, his face didn't look too bad. A few bruises, a split lip, and some minor pain could be considered a minor success considering Griff and his stupid powers had sent him head first into his desk. Still, didn't mean he wasn't still pissed off. He was just trying not to show it.

Nope, he was fine. His classes were done, he had cereal, his hangover wasn't that bad, and he knew he'd gotten in a good few punches in on Griff. Just fine.

[of course it's open!]

Roof, The Wee Hours, Late Thursday Night (post-radio)

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

It was one of those nights. The kind where Elena knew she wasn't going to find sleep, not without a fight for it. Some nights, she'd get a bottle, or find a warm body for a few hours' distraction.

Neither sounded all that appealing, tonight. So instead, she was on the roof with a pack of cigarettes. Watching the city lights on the mainland, across the water. Thinking. Trying not to think.

(open roof is open! post-radio, so do not worry about dropping this, squirrels)