http://redintraining.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] redintraining.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-01-12 12:52 pm

4th floor common room, all day Saturday

Sky had slept badly. Sometime around midnight he'd woken up with the most horrible, uncomfortable, bloaty and crampy feeling in his stomach. He had no idea what he could have eaten that made him so uncomfortable, and swallowing a few antacids didn't seem to help matters. He'd finally fallen into a very uneasy sleep a few hours later, only to rise at his usual early time feeling... not like himself. He was downright depressed, almost wanting to cry, for no real reason. Sky NEVER wanted to cry. His worries about Dru, which had begun to ease yesterday, had returned and smacked him even worse, though he couldn't have said why.

Sky finally went out to the lobby and made a pitcher of hot tea, pouring himself a mug and leaving the rest out on the table with a card reading "Free tea to anyone who wants, from Sky in 407" in neat handwriting attached. He then curled up miserably on the couch, armed with a stack of borrowed comic books, his tea, and a bowl of popcorn. He flicked through the TV channels, settling on a news channel for background noise, and began to read. He wondered vaguely if this was anxiety, or... something else.

[Open, as a common area is. Poor PMSy Sky.]

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The third floor was so lonely. So lonely and it just depressed Lee so much to be alone. So, he went up one floor and wandered into the first place room that he saw life in.

"I'm so cold," he said by way of greeting, pulling his jacket around him tighter. "Doesn't this place have any heat? My feet hurt. God, I'm fat."

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," Lee mumbled, ignoring the tea for the time being (no need to put on more water weight) and finding a place to sit. "Do I look fat to you? I feel bloated."

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"What the hell is going on?" Lee grumbled, rubbing his forehead. "I feel like that too. This...god, I feel like crap. I'm Lee, don't think we've met."

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I feel like I've put on ten pounds overnight," Lee groused, pouting and feeling depressed. "And I was all alone and it was lonely and no one likes me."

Stupid emotions.

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me too," Lee said, sniffling and trying valiantly to not cry right in the middle of the common room. "It's either cry or hit something though and I'm too tired and achy to hit something. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with us? The world sucks."

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know!" Lee could get with the shouting if it meant not crying. "It's a conspiracy or something. Take us away from our homes and drop us here and now I feel like a truck both hit me and ran over me fifteen times. I can barely fit into my pants, I ate all the food in my room, my feet hurt and I stubbed my toe and cried this morning!"

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Still grumpy, Jack made it up to the fourth floor. Maybe they had chocolate, or something on the TV that wasn't depressing.

Tea? Tea! Jack helped himself to a cup of tea, nodding at the other student.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
NOrmally, Jack'll talk your head off. He would. Today? Tea. Tea, dammit.

...it was good tea. He nodded his appreciation.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's good. This yours?" He sipped some more. "Good tea. Good tea day."

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do!" he exclaimed. "I think something must be wrong with my mattress. My back hurts. Must have slept on it wrong."

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me? No." He sighed. "It must have been something I ate. No more mystery pizza for me," he lamented.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I dunno. Someone else's leftovers," he bemoaned. "It hurrrrts!"

[identity profile] electric-sitar.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Demyx slunk into the common room, eyeing Sky warily. "Today sucks," he announced, picking a chair at random and curling up into a tight little ball.

[identity profile] electric-sitar.livejournal.com 2008-01-13 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Demyx nodded mournfully. "My stomach hurts and I feel like I've gained about 20 pounds overnight." He would have indicated his rail-skinny waist, but that would involve uncurling.