fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday

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 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."

"You're not like...a secret mermaid, are you?" Nathan asked, glancing down at her feet and then back up at her. "Or do you just really, really like fish?"

"No," Angelica said. That was the other redhead in the room. "I like horses though."

That wasn't going to help the conversation.

"Oh yeah?" Nathan raised an eyebrow, looking interested. "How much do you like horses?"

Stop that, Nathan.

"I used to have a horse at my old school," Angelica said wistfully. "I used to ride him everyday."

That was not helping Nathan not be a giant jackhole about this. "And, uh, why isn't this horse here? Get too big to ride? Too much pain?"

"He, um, died," Angelica said. She rubbed a hand across her eyes to stop any tears because she didn't want anyone to make fun of her for crying. "There was a fire in the barn."

Oooooookay, that put the brakes on his behavior. It was hard to poke someone when they were clearly upset. Dammit, his stupid heart needed to stop existing.

"You can't get another one?"

"Maybe?" Angelica said, though she wasn't sure she could trust herself. "Faramir told me he has a horse at the school, and that there is a stable in town. I might see if I can go riding."

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

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