Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Today was Bruce's birthday, although hardly anyone knew that. He wasn't usually one for birthday celebrations, after all. It just didn't seem the same without his parents. But he was willing to make a slight change to his routine of brooding this time. After all, he was seventeen. He had now officially lived more than half of his life without his parents. And even though the pain of that loss was still as raw as it was when he was a child, he felt he could take the opportunity to embrace something from his youth.

And so Bruce was in the common room, eating some cereal he claimed on his way back to his room last night and watching the old Gray Ghost show on DVD. It was his favorite show when he was a kid. It probably wasn't too surprising that seeing a heroic masked man fight for what was right left a mark on him.

Bruce felt that a tribute to his childhood was probably the beat gift he could possibly give himself. And he could confirm that the Rice Krispies from last night weren't poisoned.

[OOC: Open CR! Come see Bruce be a normal human being for his birthday!]

Roof | Afternoon | Saturday | February 19

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Nathan was really beginning to wonder why the world seemed intent on fucking him over. He'd been...fairly good lately (or so he thought), even. He'd refrained from nicking things from other people, hadn't done a lot of drugs, had let his mum continue on fucking that diaper wearing wanker without much interference (it was hard to interfere from America), and had generally put his best foot forward.

Well, he'd tried to put his best foot forward and fuck anyone who didn't think that. There were pedophiles and murders and Lady Gaga fans out there. Compared to them, he was a fucking saint, man. And yet, his life was completely fucked over, basted and overcooked. The thought of a Hawaiian trip tomorrow was nice but fuck if he knew what was going to happen there.

Having packed already, Nathan was up on the roof, feet dangling lazily over the edge while he had a smoke or five. It was nice to be able to smoke without the fear of his nipples freezing off now.

And really, this would be a great place to drop some curdled milk water balloons on people. Hmm...

[Open, of course! Nathan is, as always, completely offensive and horrible but he's harmless.]