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Walking up five flights of stairs with a leg that you couldn't bear weight on was not fun. There were about a thousand activity Flick would have put before walking up stairs. They included: hunting angry bears, skydiving into a volcano and eating a live goldfish.

Going back to his room was just too far for right now so Flick took a detour into the common room and lowered himself onto one of the cushy couches. He propped his leg up and rested his useless arm against his chest. He kind of wished he could remember what Mr. Wilson had done to him because the guy knew how to fight and what areas to go after to make a man useless. The information would definitely be useful for future fights.

His birthday had been three days ago and between Italy and Mandel, he'd forgotten until just now. He was eighteen now, officially an adult and that meant jack to him right now. He was still stuck on an island that he didn't want to be one, still nursing annoying injuries and still tasked with instructions to sell out everyone he'd ever met.

"Happy birthday to me," Flick mumbled, reaching for the remote to turn on the television. Maybe he'd find something decent to watch until he felt strong enough to get up and either go to his room or elsewhere. That'd be a great birthday present.

[Open post, of course]

Second week in a row that Flick was making a visit to the gym. The reasons were twofold this week. He'd like feeling a little more in control of his body after the session last week. He'd started feeling lazy and doughy but a nice, intense workout had left him feeling like he wasn't getting weak and the next time his father showed his face, Flick was going to be physically ready.

Mentally was another story.

This week though, he had another reason. He had things on his mind, things he hadn't thought about in awhile and he needed to get them out of his head. Jude would have laughed and told him it was only human nature and Flick would have had to blush and be embarrassed to be even discussing the whole thing with his younger brother.

Beating a heavy bag senseless? Yeah, that sounded like a good way to release some energy. He'd work up a good sweat and hopefully wash himself of this feeling.

He was going gloves off today, giving his knuckles a beating already as he smacked the heavy bag. There were still images upon images in his head. Dammit. Those weren't going away easily.

Life wasn't fair.

[Open. Feel free to talk to Flick or use the gym for how you need it.]

Apparently, there were a lot more guys running around the island this weekend. After listening to the radio and chuckling a few times, he'd gotten himself down to the common room to try and find some breakfast. Stocking up and storing his own food just wasn't his style and it definitely wasn't as fun as seeing what surprises he could find in the common room kitchens.

Today, he managed to dig up some crackers, some cheese and a bagel. Not a gourmet breakfast but it'd do. He sliced the cheese, toasted the bagel (and added some cheese for flavor) and then took everything over to the couch where he took a seat and put his feet his up.

He left the television off for the time being since he never could find anything worth watching. He'd eat in silence, think a little and watch the hallway for any unfamiliar guys that might pass by.

Lazy morning.

[Open CR]

The phone call with his father had left Flick pretty shaken. He'd gone as far to pack most of his things with the plan of going back to New York to find his father so he could punch him in the face until his hand ached. And then he'd find Mandel and do the same thing to that piece of trash and probably get himself killed for trying. At that point, Flick was okay with that end.

But then, he'd calmed down. He'd taken a walk, he'd gone to the mainland, stolen a few things because that simple act tended to stave off panic attacks and then he'd come back. He hadn't wanted to accept that his father had been telling the truth because that would be too fucking easy. If it was true, it meant that it would take Joi longer to hate him but it'd also mean that Mandel probably hadn't had time to kill anyone else. The time difference could advantageous in a lot of areas. And he'd deal with the ways where it would hurt. The end would justify the means.

And it wasn't like this island was normal. Massive time differential? Flick had to accept that it could be true.

With that in mind, Flick had woken up and wandered barefoot down to the common room to attempt to make breakfast for himself. He'd learned rudimentary cooking skills as a kid when it'd just been he and Jude fending for themselves. He knew enough not to set anything on fire.

So, there would be eggs. And maybe some toast. And ketchup. Because he liked ketchup on eggs.

[It's an open CR]

Yeah.

When Flick had been woken up with noise at his window, he'd gotten stupidly excited that Jude had finally found him. But no. Nope. It'd been just a pelting rain hitting the window and beyond that rain? Sharks. There were sharks flying around out there and Flick was just about done with this place and its eccentricities.

There was no freaking way he was going outside to investigate further. He wasn't one of those stupid people in horror movies who heard a noise and went closer and inevitably ended up getting sawed in half in a spray of blood. Nope, he was going to take his crappy mood and he was going to go to the common room where he could turn on the television and see if the weather was reporting on this.

They weren't, of course, but it made Flick feel better when he imagined the dumb meteorologists trying to forecast a funnel cloud of sharks. They'd probably wet themselves and run away. And then who would the world have to wrongly report the weather?

He missed Jude. What a freaking loser he was.

[Open. Flick's not going to be getting near those sharks, man.]

Tuesdays weren't going to be good days for Flick. He'd figured that out last week and he was pretty resigned to living with it now. His father was probably having a good laugh in his ivory tower about everything. That was, if his father even remembered that he existed. Flick was having doubts about that.

He didn't want to cope with his losses. He wanted to let them fester and eat at him because then, at least, he knew he was still alive. It gave him a reason to keep on going because his losses still eating at him meant the reason for those losses was still out there and still had to be dealt with. That kept Flick going.

Revenge was a strong motivator.

His classes for the week had been dealt with, the things he'd stolen a few days had been pawned and Flick was using some of the money he'd gotten from the sales to treat himself to a lunch that consisted of...a sandwich. He wasn't a big spender. Most of the money was getting sent back to Joi anyway. He just needed some to keep himself afloat.

He hadn't even bothered with the television today. There was probably nothing worth watching on and he didn't want to sit there and flip channels. He just wanted to try and keep himself on an even level even when nothing seemed to be going right.

[Open]