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fandomhighdorms2014-05-20 01:46 pm
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4th floor common room: tuesday afternoon
This morning, Nathan had woken up with Gabriel and Annalise on his mind. It wasn't surprising, he thought about them a lot but it disheartened him. They were both out there, lost or hurt, and he was here, unable to leave and not doing a thing to help. His father was out there, being hunted, and he was here, taking educational classes and leaving him to the Hunters. He was here and safe and Nathan couldn't help feeling guilty about that.
He'd tried to leave the island again after class and again, he'd just reappeared right back at the start of the causeway. The only good thing about that seemed to be that no Hunters would be able to get to him either. Still, between the thoughts of his friends and that, he'd trudged back to the dorms slowly. He figured he could cook since that was something he was good at but there weren't a lot of ingredients right now. He didn't even know what he could make with what looked like dried cereal, some jerky treat, and cinnamon.
Eventually, Nathan gave up on cooking (after pouring himself a bowl of dried cereal since there didn't seem to be any milk around) and sat down on the couch. He thought about turning on the television but he decided he didn't want to deal with the buzzing that would surely assault his head. There couldn't be anything that good on the telly.
Besides, Nathan's attention was captured by a magazine someone had left sitting on the couch. Nathan couldn't stop himself from picking it up and staring at the cover. The words were mostly foreign but he tried reading them anyway, sounding out a few letters here and there and putting them together into words.
[Open. Nathan's attempting to read a gossip rag but he can barely read at all. Feel free to hear his attempts. The tattoos on his neck and little finger are also visible.]
He'd tried to leave the island again after class and again, he'd just reappeared right back at the start of the causeway. The only good thing about that seemed to be that no Hunters would be able to get to him either. Still, between the thoughts of his friends and that, he'd trudged back to the dorms slowly. He figured he could cook since that was something he was good at but there weren't a lot of ingredients right now. He didn't even know what he could make with what looked like dried cereal, some jerky treat, and cinnamon.
Eventually, Nathan gave up on cooking (after pouring himself a bowl of dried cereal since there didn't seem to be any milk around) and sat down on the couch. He thought about turning on the television but he decided he didn't want to deal with the buzzing that would surely assault his head. There couldn't be anything that good on the telly.
Besides, Nathan's attention was captured by a magazine someone had left sitting on the couch. Nathan couldn't stop himself from picking it up and staring at the cover. The words were mostly foreign but he tried reading them anyway, sounding out a few letters here and there and putting them together into words.
[Open. Nathan's attempting to read a gossip rag but he can barely read at all. Feel free to hear his attempts. The tattoos on his neck and little finger are also visible.]