| Very tired right now. Just had a shower and need to sleep soon. But--good to be home back home, finally. Didn't make it back in time for New Year's like I thought. Something came up in Alaska, then the flights I were supposed to take got cancelled and delayed and everything else you can think of. Think I got delayed the longest in Saginaw, ironically. Overnighter in the terminal.
Kinda warm in here. Gonna open a window. And I'll figure out what else I need to do in the morning.
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| He should have learned the first time. He really should have. But he hadn't, and as a result, Theo found himself standing helplessly in front of the locked door to his room. "Dammit," he muttered. This was the last thing he needed. The bus ride had taken up far too many hours, all of which had to be spent awake. If he wanted to do anything, it was to go inside and fall asleep.
The kitten mewled piteously at him. "I know," he mumbled. "I know. Stay here." As had been the case the last time he'd been locked out, he'd have to go find a professor to get a key. And that could only mean one thing: facing Summers. Dammit.
Tiredly, he set the cat carrier down on the floor before making his way to Summers' office. What time was it? 3 PM? 4? Theo had half a hope that Summers would still be at classes, but he doubted that luck would favor him on that. Steeling himself for the worst, he leaned against the door to Summers' office and knocked. | | comments: 16 comments or Leave a comment |
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He was up early that Friday morning. As it was still a good hour or so before class, Theo made his way down to the kitchen; hot chocolate sounded incredibly good at the moment. He felt calm, pleasant even, with the silent confidence of one who had just made a decision. But he tried to keep that out of his mind, kept it blanketed beneath his usual morning numbness. Hot chocolate. Theo focused on the mug he held in his hands. Quiet, calm, normal. | | comments: 26 comments or Leave a comment |
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Journal entry completed, Theo found himself making his way to the kitchen once again. With all the stress of the recent month, he'd almost forgotten how...pleasant the place was. A nearby window was wide open, its curtains flapping gently in a chilly breeze; he pulled up a chair and leaned one elbow on the sill. Many things to think about. Too many. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Who: Grace and Theo
Where/When: Medlabs, directly after Hank's email to Theo and Lotte
What: What else?
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| | Subject: | [Open RP] | | Time: | 12:55 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sad.gif) worried |
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He'd awakened early that morning--a result of falling asleep right after dinner--and quickly found himself in the hallway. To the infirmary once again. Even if there was nothing he could do, Theo took some comfort in just being there; it took no thought and gave him the sense that he was doing something. And that was enough for now.
He walked with his hands in his pockets, moving a little quicker to avoid the scorch marks on the floor. Not going to think about that right now. Not going to think about it. Instead, Theo continued making his way down towards the infirmary, not looking up to see who or what might have joined him en route. | | comments: 31 comments or Leave a comment |
| Who: Nick and Theo
When/Where: Early evening (before Christine/Hank log), infirmary and then kitchen
What: Talking, reacting, getting pizza
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| | Subject: | Reaction [attn: loquaciousbeast] | | Time: | 01:14 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/angry.gif) horrified |
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When he first saw the announcement, Theo hadn't known what to think. Disbelief, at first, but that had quickly given way to a firestorm of intense horror and rage. It battered relentlessly against his mental barriers--but he didn't care about that right now. Right now, there were only three coherent thoughts in his head: Find Grace. Figure out what the hell happened. And get his hands on whoever was responsible.
It was in that frame of mind that he stormed his way down the hallway, all anger and rage and very little rationality. As he approached the medical wing, his steps slowed somewhat with worry--what if she wasn't alright? What was he going to do then?--but he did not stop. Would not stop until he got an answer. | | comments: 54 comments or Leave a comment |
| The walk had been a mistake. Any walk during afternoon was, nowadays; New York was a firestorm compared to his memories of Saginaw. Dammit, he thought as he plodded back inside, wish it was winter. The heat had settled stubbornly on his frame, making him feel tired and weak. Weak. Dammit, he was turning into a wimp.
Wimp or no, the blond was staggering by the time he hit the kitchens. Fortunately, the counter was cool and steady under his hands; he leaned against it as he waited for the heat to pass. Opening the freezer would probably help, but he did not trust himself to walk any further. Summers had mentioned that venting his powers would help, but he trusted his mutation even less than he did his feet. A dull headache had snuck in as well--where was the medicine for that? The last time he'd had a headache Loahn had been there with the Advil.
After a few moments of simply leaning, the blond lowered himself into a chair. For all its fireproofing and insulation, the racing suit felt ridiculously hot. Its black color was not helping matters either. So he unzipped its front and slowly leaned back in his chair. If Theo could rest for a moment, then he would feel better. Yes. That was it. | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
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