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After class, Nathan found himself pretty goddamn bored. It was too early to go into town and drink himself silly (and he'd done that last night anyway) and he wasn't hungry so he couldn't go make a scene at a buffet on the mainland (finding fake mice in the mac and cheese was always fun) so he'd flopped himself down on one of the couches in the common room.

Someone's potato chips were at his hip and were being ignored for the moment while Nathan flipped rapidly through the channels. He'd passed through each channel about five times, had found nothing worth watching but thought that continued flipping might make something good appear out of thin air. So far, no luck.

"Fucking bored as shit," he said and ate a handful of potato chips. "Can't this fucking school have porn on cable?"

No one answered and there was still no porn on the school's cable network. Nathan sighed and decided if he ever became principal or president or prime minister or czar, porn was gonna be fucking mandatory. It'd be the fucking state channel. Write it down.

[CR's an open place, of course]

Nathan's classes were done for the week and really, they'd ended fucking hilariously. Somehow, he'd ended up in a class on being sensitive. Nathan thought he was a right sensitive bloke. He was giving (he wasn't), he was generous (not at all), and he was caring (about himself). Really, he should be fucking teaching that class instead of sitting in and learning.

He hadn't been up on the roof in awhile and didn't want to miss the chance to pollute the air a bit more before it got colder than a witch's tit. Right now, it was still warm enough to be up there without the protection of a snow suit and thick gloves. He hopped up on the ledge and lit a cigarette, swinging his legs.

Looking down, he had the idea of possibly dropping lit cigarettes off the roof but even he was smart enough to know that would lead to a few possible consequences: the cigarette would go out before it hit the ground, the cigarette would hit someone who would break his arms or the cigarette would set something on fire.

It'd just be a waste of a good cigarette. So, he'd just smoke it and swing his legs, feeling pretty fucking good right now.

[Open place, open post]

It was really fucking wrong that Nathan was awake and out of bed before noon. It was fucking break week, he was allowed to sleep until the sun started setting and he was allowed to be a lazy ass who walked around in his boxer briefs all damn day. But no. Something had woken up him and then he'd gotten bored and gone down to the common room. That hadn't solved the boredom though so he'd grabbed his cigarettes from his room and come down to the deck.

The complete lack of color was still fucking weird but it wasn't gonna stop him from living his life. He was still live and in color so everyone could just calm their asses down and rest easy. It took more than just a colorless world to get Nathan Young off his game.

Flopping down in a lounger, Nathan put his Converse clad feet up and lit a cigarette almost immediately. The smoke drifted over his head and off the deck, blending in with the monochromatic sky easily.

He'd gotten through another semester and he hadn't even died! People were too busy punching Topher to punch him and the people who knew that he'd helped bury his former probation worker and a fellow community payback bloke hadn't come looking for him.

All in all, Nathan wasn't fucking bothered with anything right now.

[Deck's an open place, of course]

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]

Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

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.

Nathan hadn't really gotten a chance to get out and enjoy himself since getting back. He'd climbed out of the grave, gotten his ass beat by three girls and gone to classes. He was hoping to fix that tonight since he didn't have any classes for the rest of the week and he was feeling exceptionally lazy. There was the thought of going out to drink but it was still pouring down fucking rain and Nathan didn't feel like going the drowned Irishman way.

Instead, he'd ordered in. He'd gotten himself an entire pizza because he felt like he couldn't really eat enough since coming back from the dead. He didn't want to starve to death or anything like that.

Once said pizza had arrived, Nathan had taken it down to the common room (aww, first visit since coming back from the dead) and flopped down on the couch. He propped his feet up and turned on the telly, finding the first entertaining thing he could. If that happened to be a cartoon about a yellow sponge, so what? Nathan was kind of fucking fascinated by the things Americans considered good television.

[Open CR!]

Nathan was leaving in a week's time. It was still weird to think about that. And the more he thought about it, the more he fucking hated it. He didn't want to think about leaving or ditching people or running away or anything else that his little jaunt from the island could be labeled as.

Instead, he was going to hang out tonight and forget his troubles. He'd ordered himself some food (Chinese was cheap and good) and even gone to the mainland to dig up a DVD of his favorite movie. After talking about it the other day, he'd found himself wanting to watch it again.

So what if he spent a night in a common watching a movie? It was an awesome fucking movie and he didn't always have to go out. Nathan was tired and these couches were super comfortable. Hopefully he wouldn't get duck sauce or anything on them. Then, he'd have to flip cushions or something ridiculous.

[Open CR is open and the movie is Taxi Driver!]

So, there were kids running around the island again. Nathan could only guess that since none of them had found him and called him 'daddy' that this wasn't a repeat of what happened a few months ago. Nathan, for one, was damn fucking glad of that. He'd been a dad, fake or not, too much lately.

Since it was chillier than previous days, Nathan had the hood of his hoodie yanked up and a pair of sunglasses across his eyes while he had himself a lazy smoke on the deck. He'd thought about going up to his room to...well, he didn't know what he'd do but it didn't matter because he didn't go up.

Earlier this morning, he'd sent his mum a quick text with his answer about coming home this summer. He hadn't received a response but he wasn't too worried. She was probably off spending Jeremy's money while he had graphic fucking thoughts about his --

Ugh. He made a face and shook his head, trying to get back to just sitting there and not thinking of a single goddamn thing.

[Open, of course, to people of all sizes]

Today was Nathan's birthday. Last weekend, he'd been stupidly upset to realize that his mum had seemed to forget the whole fucking thing but today? Today, he didn't care. He'd repressed all that and now was just dead set on enjoying his special day. There weren't any classes to deal with so he'd slept late, gone into town, found every single birthday special there was and then come back, childish birthday party hat in hand.

Yep, he was gonna wear that thing while he chilled in the common room. There were possible epic plans for later that he was anticipating but lazing around on the sofa, a carton of chicken nuggets (a splurge in honor of turning eighteen) on his lap while watching some completely awful daytime talk show.

Maybe these people would start fighting each other over the paternity of their kid. Or maybe they'd make up. Whatever, Nathan didn't care. His birthday, his good mood.

[It is Nathan's birthday which he told like one person but the common room is open nonetheless with a birthday boy and bad television!]

Nathan was really beginning to wonder why the world seemed intent on fucking him over. He'd been...fairly good lately (or so he thought), even. He'd refrained from nicking things from other people, hadn't done a lot of drugs, had let his mum continue on fucking that diaper wearing wanker without much interference (it was hard to interfere from America), and had generally put his best foot forward.

Well, he'd tried to put his best foot forward and fuck anyone who didn't think that. There were pedophiles and murders and Lady Gaga fans out there. Compared to them, he was a fucking saint, man. And yet, his life was completely fucked over, basted and overcooked. The thought of a Hawaiian trip tomorrow was nice but fuck if he knew what was going to happen there.

Having packed already, Nathan was up on the roof, feet dangling lazily over the edge while he had a smoke or five. It was nice to be able to smoke without the fear of his nipples freezing off now.

And really, this would be a great place to drop some curdled milk water balloons on people. Hmm...

[Open, of course! Nathan is, as always, completely offensive and horrible but he's harmless.]

With his one class over and done, Nathan found himself almost energetic. He didn't want to go laze around his room like he usually did and he didn't want to smoke near his window in his most sincere imitation of a hipster emo poet douchebag. He didn't (and wouldn't ever) have the beard or scarf for that.

He ended up in the common room because that was the next best thing to going into town. This little dinky island had absolutely no nightlife to speak of which was unbearably sad and needed to be changed. Of course, Nathan had no money and no drive to really change that but he'd perfectly happy to encourage someone with a round of applause should they take the initiative.

Nathan clicked on the television and then actually practiced jumping onto the couch. He wanted to see what positions he could contort his body into before landing. There was the flat on your back, flat on your stomach, stretched on your side, tuck 'n roll, ass down, and swan dive. Eventually, he stayed on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms while he watched whatever the fuck was on the television.

So much for his energy. He was fickle like that.

[Open, yes]

Nathan didn't have another class until Friday. Considering he'd actually gone to his class yesterday and participated, he thought that warranted some time spent doing fuck all down in the common room. He was only sad that his roommate (who totally wanted to do him) didn't seem to be around at the moment. He'd have to memorize her schedule so he'd be around when she was.

Maybe he'd catch her changing or something. She couldn't hide forever and Nathan was a persistent fucker when he wanted to be. It would only add to their simmering sexual tension and, eventually, she'd given in. Nathan was positive.

After raiding the refrigerator and finding food that wasn't his, he'd flopped down and started watching some ridiculous American television. Really, all they seemed to air was talk shows about paternity of their zillion babies or television shows where everyone had sex with everyone else.

Nathan...could actually get with this last one. Maybe American television wasn't all that bad.

[Post is open, of course. Nathan is crude but mostly harmless, I promise. And if you'd like it to be your food he took, that's fine with me! Otherwise, it's just food he found. ETA: I've gotta head AFK for a few but I'll pick up ping as a I can and definitely for sure in a few hours!]