The Deck | Afternoon | Saturday | July 10

[therewaslife]

The clouds were easing the heat a bit and, without the sun hanging high in the sky, Bod figured that spending some time outside wouldn't give way to an inevitable sunburn. He thought about walking into town but eventually decided that that could wait till later.

Instead, he veered off and clambered onto the deck, sliding into one of the empty loungers and actually choosing to be lazy for once. Usually, laziness was a side effect of having nothing to do or trying to avoid something else but today, he just wanted to relax. He found himself caught up in the movements of the clouds, dark and opaque as they were. He wondered what the sky looked like behind them, if the peeks of blue would stay long and where those clouds would go after moving off.

It wasn't heavy contemplation but he was enthralled by it anyway.

[Deck is open. I like clouds.]

Fifth Floor Common Room - Friday Night

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

The television wasn't the reason why Kyle was in the common room. The lighting was better in here and he had a hole in his shoe that he was trying to fix. There was a pair of pants hung over one of the couch arms with a tear in it that needed fixing too, but that would come next.

Or would have, if the guy in the TV didn't start talking to him.

"Hey. Hey buddy. What are you doing?"

At first, he figured it was a show.

"Yeah, kid with the shoes. I'm talking to you!"

Kyle looked up. "Are you talking to me?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

"You're a TV. You're not supposed to talk to me."

"Says you. Get a haircut."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair."

"You look like a hippie. Who lets their hair grow that long? Hippies, that's who."

Kyle didn't know what a hippie was, so he just stared for a while, wondering if he should have eaten that cheese at the back of the fridge.


[OOC: Open CR is open! The TV is totally moddable and will insult you if you talk to it, but only until midnight Fandom time!]

The Dorm Grounds, Saturday Evening

[furnaceface]

Jonothon was sitting in the rain.

Why was Jonothon sitting in the rain? Mostly because it seemed like a very Jono thing to do. He'd had half a mind to head into town today, possibly to open up the Groovy Tunes just to pass a Saturday by in the company of some of his favourite recording artists. But then it had started to rain, while he was not more than halfway across the school grounds, and for whatever reason, he felt inclined to just sit down at take it in.

... Mostly by ducking under the nearest tree in the vain hope that it would keep at least some of the rain from soaking into his bandages, which had been rearranged to cover the clawed-up shoulder he'd gotten earlier in the week. His jacket wouldn't do much good in that regard. The shoulder of it was shredded, too.

If nothing else, he could certainly appreciate that it was cooler out thanks to the rainfall than it had been in entirely too long.

All in all, he supposed it wasn't terrible. Just bloody annoying.

[Yeah, it totally seemed like a sitting in the rain kind of day. The grounds are open for all your rainy day needs!]