http://tripledmyself.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tripledmyself.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-06-27 06:15 pm

Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | Monday | June 27

It was nice to be back in the dorms where there were walls and doors and bed that he didn't nearly roll off of every single goddamn morning. It was nice to be able to go down the hall and flop down on a comfortable sofa instead of sitting his ass down on a log and risking splinters in that unpadded area. Yes, he had a flat ass, what of it? It came with the skinniness.

In Nathan's opinion, dorms were much better than cabins and, to him, his opinion was gospel. The telly was on but Nathan wasn't really paying attention to the dill, boring drone of the news. He'd gotten an interesting text from Kelly telling him about their new probation worker (called Shaun, apparently) and how he hadn't tried to kill anyone yet. Sally was still missing in action, apparently. Nathan texted Kelly to ask Simon about that because he had the sneaking suspicion that the little pervert was keeping her in his closet but Kelly just told him to shut the fuck up and be nice.

Nathan scoffed at that text and was now trying to get Kelly to admit she missed him. It wasn't going well. And eventually, he got bored and start channel surfing while he waited for Kelly to stop being such a fucking stick in the mud.

"God, I should just read a book if this shit is all the choice I have to watch," he muttered and made a face as he kept flipping channels.

[Open common room, open post]

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
She let him take her wrists, though she pushed against his grip to test it. "Well. Learn to live with disappointment."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm all woman, baby, and always have been," Ramona said, laughing a little. "No, it's nothing huge. I just... don't like myself back then."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Real nose, real boobs, real everything," she said, shaking her head. "No. No maiming."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not even that good. I just don't want to tell you," she argued. "Why do you wanna know so bad?"

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine. Todd and I used to break people's shit," she shared, because that stuff she didn't mind talking about. "We'd beat up kids, break into things -- I spent the night in the back of a cop car once. Stupid stuff like that."

That was so not all of it or why she didn't like the Ramona of that time, but that was neither here nor there.

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
She shrugged. "Not impressive enough for you?"

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
She shrugged, pushing against his hands some. "It's what you're getting. I was a bad kid. Still kind of am. I'm trying to reform, though, at least a little. It's the truth."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well." She couldn't really argue there. "I'm not telling you the rest of it. I have my reasons."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you really believe that, then you've had tons of sex with a girl who used to be a dude," she pointed out. "I dunno, you're pretty familar with what I look like downstairs, given how often you put your face there and all. Remarkable lack of scarring, if that's the case, wouldn't you agree?"

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're an idiot," she told him, wrinkling her nose a little.

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-29 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"The girl with the secret you'll never crack," she taunted.

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-29 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll never know for sure," she replied. "Unless you're proposing a trade."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-06-29 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm hurt," she said, pouting and twisting her wrists in his grip. "I'd tell you something good if you did. I mean, if you think about it, who of the two of us has been sharing deep dark secrets or whatever lately? Totally me."