fandomhighdorms | Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday

Nathan wasn't sure how he felt about all this cabin shit. On the one hand, it was a bed and after sleeping on the floor in a community center for months, beds were always good. On the other, there was like no fucking privacy. There was less privacy than in the regular dorm rooms and those were pretty damn open and exposed.

Nathan sighed and lit a cigarette. He wondered if sitting around a campfire meant he was supposed to sing campfire songs or if he was supposed to join hands with someone and meditate. He'd never gone to camp as a kid and was kind of really glad for that. No one was going to get him into too short puke green shorts and no one was going to get him to sleep in the bottom bunk under some smelly kid named Clive.

Nathan gingerly touched his broken nose and the bruising under his eyes before grimacing and pulling his hand away. Kate was damn lucky she'd run away because Nathan had planned on...glaring intently at her. He didn't know. He just knew he owed her something for making his face look like it did.

With a groan, Nathan leaned back against one of the logs and blew out a few smoke circles. Cabins did make it easier for him to seem like a courteous guy with his smoking, at least. Maybe he'd get a reputation as a nice guy.

Yeah, right.

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Oh so that was how it was. One eye roll, coming up.

"Right, clearly you were distracted by your herpes and repeatedly walked into a wall." Clearly.

"Way to figure it out, Inspector," Nathan drawled, giving her a fake thumbs up. "Someone broke the fuck out of my nose by headbutting me because the little twat didn't get her way. She obviously has some interpersonal communication problems to work out."

"I don't know," Kate had to admit, "Seems like she got her point across." So it wasn't really the communication that was the problem. Breaking his nose was possibly a little extreme, but Kate couldn't say she hadn't done the same before now.

"Yeah, she was a vampire at the time," Nathan informed her, rolling his eyes. "Change your opinion at all? No one deserves to have their nose broken by a demented teenaged vampire."

Well, actually she was of the opinion that certain people probably did deserve it, but kept that opinion to herself. However, she doubted he deserved it, and her eyebrows drew down in a frown. Things were different in this world, she knew that, she'd met Caroline... but they couldn't be so different.

"You're alive." Which was still surprising, and kind of miraculous, because he didn't have the look of someone who could fight that off. "I'd say you got off lightly."

"I'm fucking immortal," Nathan said, just giving up his secret easily here since no one was trying to kill him like they were back in England. "Even if she'd killed me, I would have just come back. I actually wish she had killed me because that would have fucking surprised her, right? When I popped back up, all rainbows and butterflies and a renewed heartbeat. I'm awesome that way."

Yesterday demi-gods, today... this guy. She wasn't entirely sure how to categorize him, but that did peak her interest. A form of immortality ran in her family, but still she didn't know anyone who just popped back from that. Until now, anyway.

"And no broken nose?" Curiosity, mostly, if being dead just fixed it all or if it stopped at mending mortal wounds.

"Depends," Nathan said, shrugging. "The last time I died, I fell off a roof and onto a fucking fence. When I woke up, I was buried the fuck alive but I was all healed up and shit. Guess my nose would be good as new too if I ended up dying right now."

Almost teasing, Nathan asked, "Wanna break my neck?"

"I'm trying to cut back on homicide." If only she was kidding. At least she made it sound like a joke, though. He didn't need to know otherwise.

"And I don't think I should be encouraging you to jump off a cliff."

"Encouraging me to kill myself isn't very nice especially since I don't even know your name," Nathan agreed with a smirk. "We should get to know each other before I go jumping off cliffs just because you said so. That's a bit personal."

So with a name tagged onto her advice, it was okay?

"Kate," she shared, and pointed off away from the camp. "And I hear they are that-a-way." The cliffs, that was. That wasn't telling him to jump, it was helpful directions is all.

Notice how Nathan now had her name and didn't immediately jump up to go and kill himself. Obviously, he'd just been putting her on.

"If I jumped, I'd expect you to jump too," Nathan decided. "Dying's better with a friend, Kate."

"Lucky I'm not your friend then, isn't it?" She'd taken great pains over the years in order to stay alive this long, and had no intention of throwing herself off a cliff and changing her living status.

"You're not?" Nathan asked, faking massive offense. "Then...what are you to me? If you're not my friend and we haven't fucked, we're obviously not fuck buddies. You're not related to me so we're not gonna have that incestuous tension that two hot people have. I just...my world is so shaken right now!"

Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | June 7

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