#edward01

Nate was leaning against the bar, his weight dropped back onto one elbow as he absentmindedly sipped at his drink, watching the various students, parents, alum, faculty arriving and spilling into the space of the gala with the faintest hint of disdain on his face. It took him a moment to register that Edward appeared at his side, presumably to get his own drink, Nate giving him a sideways glance before realizing who it was, his chin bobbing up in greeting once he did. Did he like Edward Morrison? Not at all. Did he hate him as much as some of the people he went to school with? Not quite. Which was a compliment when it came from Nate, really. Even if he was probably the Morrison sibling he liked the least. Speaking of the Morrison's, though...Nate's eyes scanned over the room again, before looking back at Eddie, angling his body towards him slightly. "Your family here, mate?" he asked, no verbal greeting given in favor of leading with the abrupt question.

@sinisternocturne

“ Is there a problem? “

I’ve been watching this young man struggling with the machine for a good unable to grasp what’s the problem here. It doesn’t seem like he heard me though. With a sigh I lay my laundrypile on the nearby bench and make my way to him.

“ I said you need a coin. “

Usually these things have directions on them but it seems it’s not the case this time. Even the coin lot is barely visible. I grab the pricelist from the top of the laundry machine (I barely reach there) and hand it over. Maybe the issue’s there, I don’t really know. There are people from all kinds of places here so the problem could really be anything. Either way it’s courteous to lend one’s hand.

“ There you go. “

Mari knew there were plenty of people who were publicly going to be mourning Greer - those who actually meant it and those who were leaning into the dramatic alike - but she knew there were also those who were going to be devastated and yet try to hold it together, to present themselves in a certain manner.

The way she was.

If only because the walls of their own making that had been built around their relationship.

Knowing the Morrison's though, she had a feeling Edward would fall into the latter as well, though obviously for entirely different reasons, which was why she was knocking on his dorm room door, breakfast in hand to check on him with that morning.

Mari didn't want to continue to wallow. She needed a reason to pull herself together, an audience that wasn't the general public. Since Eddie had been around her and Greer, knew parts of their relationship, if not the whole picture, she could hide part of her devastation, without needing to hide it all. She rapped at the door, waiting for him to answer, so she could greet him with a small smile. "Hey," she said, awkward in the greeting. "I wanted to check on you. Brought you breakfast. If you want?" she said, holding out the take out.

So rather than worry, you let yourself be swept up by the mass of people on the dance floor, occasionally dancing for a pass or two with strangers and laughing as you move onto new partners just because you can. 

Inevitably, you bump into the person next to you, and you turn around to grin sheepishly. “Sorry!” you tell him over the din of music and feet. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

sinisternocturne

         It was a pretty cloudy day out, and Gentarou was happy for it. He got to wear his sick jacket with the tigers on it. He barely ever got to break this bad boy out, not in the summer. He was on the lookout for a new friend today, and he’d look damn cool doing it, rocking this jacket. He was walking through sector 6′s parks as usual, and came across a pretty pale looking dude looking over what seemed to be sheet music. Gentarou plopped onto the bench next to him, and peeked over.

sinisternocturne

The news about the strange things happening to people around the city sounded like a rumor at first -- Asha had overheard some passersby near the apartment talking about it as they hurried out of Sector oo6, not even stopping to make sure they weren’t about to collide with each other. Moments later, Asha was pretty sure she saw a woman’s bleached-blonde hair start to appear on the man with whom she was fleeing.

It was in that moment that Asha knew something was indeed very, very wrong. If it really were a disease, she wanted to avoid it at all costs--who knew what it would do to her? Maybe it was even one of those loathsome issues that ended up spreading through the air.

Regardless, she had to take cover from this. Even if it meant limiting herself to her room for a few days, she didn’t want any part of it.

She wanted to keep her distance from absolutely everybody until she got back to the confines of her room, but apparently fate didn’t have that in mind. There was a reasonably attractive but alarmingly pale man in her path. Just in case, she started veering left, trying to maintain some distance but figure out what the whole situation was. She stopped in her tracks.