Deck | Afternoon | Sunday | April 17

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

So, there were kids running around the island again. Nathan could only guess that since none of them had found him and called him 'daddy' that this wasn't a repeat of what happened a few months ago. Nathan, for one, was damn fucking glad of that. He'd been a dad, fake or not, too much lately.

Since it was chillier than previous days, Nathan had the hood of his hoodie yanked up and a pair of sunglasses across his eyes while he had himself a lazy smoke on the deck. He'd thought about going up to his room to...well, he didn't know what he'd do but it didn't matter because he didn't go up.

Earlier this morning, he'd sent his mum a quick text with his answer about coming home this summer. He hadn't received a response but he wasn't too worried. She was probably off spending Jeremy's money while he had graphic fucking thoughts about his --

Ugh. He made a face and shook his head, trying to get back to just sitting there and not thinking of a single goddamn thing.

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Third Floor Common Room [Sunday afternoon]

[weldedtomyspine]

There were little kids everywhere. And Jaime wasn't responsible for them.

Which meant he could make ice cream sundaes for everyone and not have to deal with the ensuing sugar rush. Which would make him everyone's favorite! It was a cunning plan, indeed!

And he was making waffle cones.

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall was tired -- exhausted. Ever since he'd woke up in bed with the crazy girl yesterday, he'd been out searching the island for Sis. She had to be somewhere, didn't she? He was going to find her! Except she was all gone, and he'd looked everywhere.

Amazingly, while he was out searching for Sis, he hadn't managed to find anybody else, either. Maybe he was just bad at looking for things.

(What do I do now?)

(Am I... all alone?)


Well, what he was going to do NOW was munch on some chips and soda and watch TV. Maybe later he'd shower off the dirt and twigs and sap and blood and everything else that covered him head to toe. Then, tomorrow, he'd either go looking again or sit and mope. Sitting and moping was starting to sound pretty good.


(Open common room)