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towerofanimus2012-09-24 06:58 pm
not_too_short) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-24 06:58 pm
Entry tags:
Mondays are never a good morning
Characters: Nicolas Brown and you!
Setting: Around the dorms and cafeteria
Format: Any way you like
Summary: In which Nic is finally up andgrumps pokes around.
Warnings: Some colorful language abound
'Shit.'
That was the first thing Nic thought of as he woke up and immediately realized that he wasn't at the clinic. For one thing, it smelled somewhat nicer then the weird, medicinal scent of Dr. Theo's place. Doug, the other Twilight, wasn't right beside him. Neither was Nina, and she'd usually be there tending to him.
Kidnapped by goons from some small-time gang was ruled out, of course. Those types wouldn't have been skilled enough to get past the doctor, much less take one step towards the clinic. Being taken in by the Paul Klee Guild as punishment for the recent fight didn't make sense either. Sure, he went a little too far on overdosing and nearly killed Doug, but still-
His thoughts were cut off suddenly as his stomach growled.
'...damn it all.'
Ah, well. It couldn't be helped. With a groan, he got up and dashed off, looking for any sign as to where the cafeteria was, and if any of the people he knew were also around.
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Once Nic arrived at the cafeteria, he was a little shocked at how nice it is. Some were in line for whatever food was being handed out, while others were making their own. It almost made him want to cook something on his own too.
Keyword: almost. No way was he going to do that again, not since that incident with the stiff noodles.
After a momentary search on his friends whereabouts which ended up being fruitless, it was time to see what this place offered. And, what better way to start then by looking over some of the people's shoulders and seeing what's on their trays?
Setting: Around the dorms and cafeteria
Format: Any way you like
Summary: In which Nic is finally up and
Warnings: Some colorful language abound
'Shit.'
That was the first thing Nic thought of as he woke up and immediately realized that he wasn't at the clinic. For one thing, it smelled somewhat nicer then the weird, medicinal scent of Dr. Theo's place. Doug, the other Twilight, wasn't right beside him. Neither was Nina, and she'd usually be there tending to him.
Kidnapped by goons from some small-time gang was ruled out, of course. Those types wouldn't have been skilled enough to get past the doctor, much less take one step towards the clinic. Being taken in by the Paul Klee Guild as punishment for the recent fight didn't make sense either. Sure, he went a little too far on overdosing and nearly killed Doug, but still-
His thoughts were cut off suddenly as his stomach growled.
'...damn it all.'
Ah, well. It couldn't be helped. With a groan, he got up and dashed off, looking for any sign as to where the cafeteria was, and if any of the people he knew were also around.
---
Once Nic arrived at the cafeteria, he was a little shocked at how nice it is. Some were in line for whatever food was being handed out, while others were making their own. It almost made him want to cook something on his own too.
Keyword: almost. No way was he going to do that again, not since that incident with the stiff noodles.
After a momentary search on his friends whereabouts which ended up being fruitless, it was time to see what this place offered. And, what better way to start then by looking over some of the people's shoulders and seeing what's on their trays?
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'Fine, fine! I'll eat the damn thing.'
[Don't mind him, he'll be taking huge gulps of it, all while grumbling in between the bites.]
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[Now looking determined, he scarfs down the oatmeal until there's barely any scraps left.]
'There. Finally.' [He holds out the bowl towards her. Gosh Nic, so demanding.] 'Think I'll be able to handle it now, so give me.'
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Here you go, then.
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Once he's gulped it down, the weird feeling doesn't return, so he's definitely pleased about it. Also, have a huge burp because dang, he ate too fast, but it was worth it.]
'Thanks.'