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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

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Angelica hoped he was using literally wrong in that statement, but she wasn't about to ask. Or correct him.

"You're not new?" Angelica asked, finding a soda and then turning to find a snack in the cupboards. "I am." Because she'd just said that pretty much, duh.

"Nah, not new at all," Nathan said, shaking his head. "I am all worn in like a well used wank sock!"

Sorry Angelica, he had no filters and when he was leaving tomorrow, he wasn't even going to try and tone himself down.

"You're new?" Of course she was. "Welcome to the fucking weirdest school you will ever go to. Where it will rain upside down making it look like you've wet yourself before turning your roommate into an ugly animal!"

"Wank sock?" She was relatively sheltered, Nathan, she had no idea what that meant.

"I keep hearing things about how weird it is here," Angelica said. "I'm not sure how much is real and how much is just people pulling my leg." The vikings seemed pretty real, though.

"You know, a wank sock," he said and then mimed having a bit of a wank with one hand. Luckily for Angelica, he didn't get too into it. He just wanted to clearly demonstrate what he meant. "It's a tool used to clean off the evidence that you've had a bit of fun with yourself."

Angelica's eyes grew wide as the motion. She wasn't that sheltered that she didn't get his meaning, and she had absolutely no idea how to respond to that. "Oh," she said. "I mean . . . um." Thank god she had a girl roommate.

"How long have you been here?" she asked, desperate for a subject change.

"Few months," he said, laughing at her reaction. He couldn't help it, he did enjoy having fun with those who weren't used to his vulgar as all hell ways. "I guess that makes me an expert on all things island, yeah? Has your school assigned big sibling given you the run down yet? Mine didn't do shit for me."

Or he had and Nathan had just ignored him before deciding talking to him now would be a bad thing.

"Stephanie told me a lot of things," Angelica said. She just wasn't sure how much of it was really real. "Do people really turn into the opposite sex sometimes?"

"They do." See, he could be honest. "I haven't actually experienced that particular quirk but when I do, I plan on playing with my new set of tits until my fingers fall off."

See? Still honest.

Angelica was praying all the boys in this school didn't talk like Nathan. At least the ones she'd met so far had been polite, so she didn't think that was a danger. She couldn't help but compare Faramir to Nathan and totally prefer one over the other.

"Um, that's. . . ." Nice wasn't the word. "What are you watching?" she said lamely instead.

That probably wasn't going to work as a subject change.

"Oh, that's a brilliant question," Nathan said, completely dumb to the fact that he was probably scarring the poor girl. "This girl's telling me the news, yeah, but her blouse is so see through that if she moves in certain ways, I can just see the nipple coming right through. I've been counting how many times it happens."

Scarring for life, Nathan. LIFE.

Angelica wondered what Emma would make of this boy. She'd found some crackers to go with her soda, and she clutched the box to her chest like a shield. "It was nice meeting you," she said, struggling not to simply flee without saying anything else. "I think I'm going to go back to my room now and finish unpacking."

"Leaving so soon?" Nathan asked, frowning. "And here we were, just getting to know each other! I thought we were really bonding. Connections! We're connecting on a higher level of existence!"

Angelica decided to be honest, hoping it wasn't a mistake. "I'm just not used to boys being as, um, blunt as you are," she said.

"And see, most people think that's one of my best qualities," he said, beaming. "Do you want a bloke to put you on and have it not be the truth or something?"

"No, of course not," Angelica said. "But I don't usually talk to boys about nipples and wanking."

By usually she meant "at all."

"Well, we can talk about something else," Nathan decided, showing how flexible he truly was. "What would you like to talk about? I'm totally interested right now."

Oh, sure, Nathan, put her on the spot now.

"Um, where are you from?" Angelica asked meekly. "You sound like you're from Ireland."

"I sound it because I am," Nathan confirmed with a nod. "I am not a fucking leprechaun either so don't listen to anything anyone might tell you. I don't have a pot of gold or man shorts or anything like that. It's all an awful fucking stereotype that I'm trying to overcome."

"How did you end up coming to a school in the States?" Angelica asked curiously. "I mean, I know there are people from other worlds here, I guess, so the school must be pretty popular."

"Well, it was via airplane," Nathan said, taking her question very literally because he was, even at his best, a jackass. "That's a fabulous winged machine that can fly!"

"I kind of figured a boat would take too long," Angelica said with just a touch of sarcasm. God, Nathan, you were really winning points here.

Yeah, he was an all around great guy and just made absolutely no apologies for it either. He was comfortable with his asshole label.

"It might have taken too long but I've always wanted to go on a cruise," Nathan said, popping some more chips into his mouth. "You ever been on one? Do they literally do anything you want there?"

Angelica shook her head. "I went on a whale watch once when I was little, though. But I guess that's not really the same."

"Whale watch?" Nathan repeated, making a face at that. "If I wanted to watch a bunch of whales flop around in the water, I'd go down to the local pool and pay two kids to jump in there and fight the fuck out of each other. I think they'd be cool with it too."

"They're really cool," Angelica said defensively. "And we saw dolphins, too."

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

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