#fox tower

to feel something

These quotes all come from my friends, coworkers or myself so if they seem crazy just know I did not make them up

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Nicky *singing dramatically*: When I was a young warthoooog!

Neil (Misheard) *With concern*: When you were a young boy whore???

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Allison : Oh you're ACTUALLY laying on the floor

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Kevin *Very distressed*: I'm past my prime!

Aaron: you're like 19!!

Kevin *even more distressed*: I'm 20!

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Nicky: You can't spell cilantro in your head?

Neil: I can't spell cilantro with a pen!!

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Dan: You grab my ass cause it's available: I hit you in the head!

Matt *while fending off smacks from a paper towel roll*: I LIKE grabbing your ass, are you saying you like hitting me in the head??

Dan: With a paper towel roll? Yes

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Kevin: I may be drunk, but I'm right!

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Neil : Can I end my suffering if I don't kill myself?

Andrew :NO, you're gonna find some loophole to die!

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Wymack: I have plenty of chill bones, I just never get the opportunity to use them!

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Neil: You know if you think about it toothpaste is just soap for your bones

Matt: ...are you high?

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Nicky: Well I fucking rolled off the bed, like a hoe-

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Aaron: I am the typo in the group chat

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Dan: Scolding men is so much fun when you have authority!

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Allison: Listen, I don't approve of men, but when they get slapped for grabbing a titty and say 'worth it'... I get it.

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Aaron: What is this, ethically sourced canabalism??

Neil: Reduce, reuse, recycle!

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Neil: Mama took away all my sexuality

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Andrew *to Renee*: Girl we are gay! Just not with each other!

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Renee: If something's free, you're the product.

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Nicky: We like collecting DILFs!

Kevin *deadpan*: stay away from my father.

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palmetto state university | the foxhole court

professional athletes do not live in dorms.

They have their own apartments/houses that they use their insane paychecks to pay for and commute in like a normal job for practices. The only time they’re sharing rooms is if they’re travelling and that’s a maybe

Like it’s a cute idea I guess but once you think about it there’s absolutely no reason for people making well above 6 figures to be sharing a room.

(Not under the cut, we die like Seth)

I think I made it a bit too large, but these rooms are supposed to hold up to four people, so idk? I know the bedroom is an odd dimension, but I did the living area, then the corridor (which may also be a bit too long), and then the bathroom, but I wanted to make sure the room was squared off (as in a rectangle, not some weird jaggedy shape with lots of corners and “missing space”), so I had to have the bedroom fill the space left. On another note, I, for whatever reason, pictured the walls being a dark grey, but I just made them white here for contrast.

THE GENERAL LAYOUT

THE LIVING/STUDYING AREA

From the wiki page: 

As you walk into Neil's room, the kitchenette is off to the side

The front room is the living room/study. 

A short hall dead ends with the bathroom and branches into the bedroom. 

The living room is fitted with a couch, entertainment centre, and coffee table supplied by Matt. 

Their desks are all pushed to the far side of the living room.

Yeah, there’s a lot of unused space here, and real uni dorms are prob much smaller, but I figure it’s okay since they spend so much time in each other’s room and there are 10 of them, sooo~ I googled typical dorm dimensions and it said the mas was like 15 ft x 19 ft at most, but maybe that was like the whole dorm, not just one area? 

Results from Google: “Many universities have double rooms that are around 11' x 12' or 12' x 15'. Some double rooms can be larger, like 15' x 12' or even 18'8" x 12'.”

I originally set it to 12’ x 18’ but moving walls around made it warp I guess. I’m not too worried, this is more for general reference. I’m sure someone w/ the Sims could make this hyper-accurate lol.

I also think that since it says the rooms are laid out the same and Andrew’s lot’s room holds four people, Neil and Matt’s room would probably feel a bit empty, especially with Seth gone, and while I didn’t put anything, Matt does have an entertainment centre somewhere in front of the couch I assume which is fairly big. As for the couch placement, it does overlap with the desks a bit, but only because I didn’t want so many of the seats just to face down the corridor.

Speaking of the corridor, 10 feet seems long to me, but, with two doors idk. This is just for fun, I have no experience designing houses or anything like this.

Neil & Matt’s Bedroom​​

From the wiki page: 

In the bedroom, there is a bunk bed and a bed raised to chest height with dressers stored underneath. 

While Seth is alive, he sleeps on the chest-height bed, Matt sleeps bottom bunk, and Neil sleeps top bunk. 

After Seth dies, the extra bed and desk are removed.

Wait, that chest of drawers looks different from the one in the general layout! Yes, I changed it before taking this screenshot. I imagine Seth’s bed (a loft, as opposed to a bunk), would have been against the opposite wall over the chest, so as not to block the window. I know that the chest of drawers isn’t really chest height but when you’re five foot three…. Ahh, don’t come at me! (I’m 5ft 3”)

THE BATHROOM

Not much to say here. The wiki didn’t talk about the bathroom (which is fair cuz bathrooms are kind of boring, architecture nerds don’t kill me) so I just went with a ¾ bath (toilet & shower NO bath). Since it's a dorm, a corner shower made sense. I also put basic tile, just because while I have been in bathrooms with wood floors, if you have a shower tile just seems more logical.

Do I think they have a washing machine in their room? No.

Did I see it in the preset furniture options and think “That’s cool!”? Yes!

A broken leg, a sprained ankle, crack ribs, a fractured arm, and a brain bleed. 

Neil Josten was the miracle kid, he shouldn't have survived. Though he had tried to land on his legs, the way he flipped around in the air had only made the landing worse. For three days, it seemed like Neil wouldn't make it, but one surgery later and he was stabilized, but not awake. Seven days passed, however, with Neil being completely unconscious and under heavy monitoring. It's unbelievable, the doctor had said, he shouldn't be recovering this fast. Nicky joked it was because Neil wanted to be back on the court as soon as possible, which received halfhearted laugh from Renee and then a punch to the gut from Andrew. 

Andrew. He hadn’t  left the hospital since day four, when the Doctor finally caved under his knife and Wymack had given up trying to keep the twin at his place.

The rest of the team had been coming in and out, trying to leave flowers and cards that Andrew always ended up throwing away. (Kevin's flower's hadn't even made it into the room. Andrew shoved them in Kevin's face and then slammed the room door shut.) Andrew had only let the Doctors get close to him, anyone who so much as looked at Neil too long was escorted out with two separate knives. Andrew "I don't give a shit" Minyard most certainty did give a shit, and he was making it well known to the team. 

Renee was the only one that had been allowed to stay longer than ten minutes. Mostly, she sat in silence, studying Andrew's growing eye bags and tense shoulders. Once she had tried to say something, but the words had died in her throat when Andrew brought his hands up to his own face and shuddered. Needless to say, she left him and Neil alone not long after that. 

On day ten of Neil being unconscious, Andrew came into the room with the thick smell of cigarettes following him. Nciky, Renee, Allison, and Kevin were all strewn around the room, in the same place they were when he left. His face was stoic, but the atmosphere he brought with him was bone-chilling. "Out." He hissed, the venom in his voice almost knocking Kevin over. 

They were out in less than thirty seconds, only Renee hesitating at the door and then closing it softly. Andrew scowled at Neil, then took a seat near the window and folded his arms. His mind flicked back to the conversation they had had freshman year, thinking back on it now was making his blood boil. 

"Give me one good reason to not push you off the side."

"I'd drag you with me. It's a long way down.”

Goddammit. He had been right, Andrew would never admit, but Neil had been goddamn right. It was a long way down, and only his fear had stopped Andrew from going over the edge with the Junkie. “I hate you.” Andrew spit out, clenching his hands tight against his side and pushing off the wall. “I hate you so much.” 

As usual, no response. Neil only laid there, eyes softly closed and breathing calm. Andrew glanced down at Neil’s arm, which had an IV nestled between two long scars, and scowled once more. The Doctor had asked how this had happened, his scars, and Andrew gave the asshole a nice, long slice down the arm for talking out of turn. They were not to ask about Neil, about his past or about Andrew. 

They simply had to heal him enough so they could leave, so Andrew could take him home and gut him himself. 

Andrew turned, but this time kept his left side facing the man. Deep down, whether he realized it or not, he would never turn his back to Neil again. Because he was scared, scared of him slipping away only to never return.

“Asshole.” Andrew spit, going to take a seat near the window. 

“Drew...?” The blonde froze, not even daring to look at Neil. He had to have imagined it, Neil wasn’t- “N’Drew, what happened?” 

“You fell off the roof.” Andrew muttered, turning to Neil and shoving his hands in his pockets. The feel of the cigarette box offered him no comfort. Neil’s eyes were hardly open, but Andrew could make out a small sliver of blue underneath his auburn eyelashes. 

“Right,” Neil looked away from Andrew, and around the room. “I’m in a hospital.” Andrew wanted to break Neil, right then and there. His sanity was on the brink, and if Neil kept talking Andrew would slip over the edge as well. 

“Shut up.” Neil looked back to Andrew, and grinned softly. 

“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.” 

“I said shut the hell up.” Andrew ground out, stepping so he was at Neil’s bedside. Neil looked up at him, then reached for Andrew’s arm with his uninjured one. The man stopped just before his fingers brushed against the concealed blades, remembering, even in his state of delirium. Andrew grabbed onto Neil’s wrist, placed it back down on the bed and held onto it. 

God, did he hold on. “I hate you.” 

“I get that a lot.” Neil hummed out, running his thumb over Andrew’s cracking knuckles. “Yes or no?” 

“No.” Neil looked downright shattered at Andrew’s denial, gripping onto his hand tighter and attempting to sit up. Andrew watched him, and helped him back down the moment he realized his mistake. 

“Drew,” Neil cried, holding onto he blonde a little tighter. “Drew, it...it hurts.” 

“Then don’t be stupid, Junkie.” Andrew carefully and meticulously looked Neil over, and then move him over and laid down next to him. 

“Yes?” 

“No.” Neil was in no way, shape, or form able to give consent right now. But after a minute, he seemed content with Andrew’s arms wrapped carefully around Neil’s shoulders, and being pressed into the blonde’s chest. “If you do that again, I’m not going to get you.” 

Neil shuddered, holding onto Andrew a little tighter. “M’ sorry.” He cried, tears welling up in his eyes. “I didn’t wanna fall. You’re scared of falling, so am I.” Andrew didn’t respond, he could have, but didn’t. Instead, he hugged Neil’s fragile body as close as he dared and pulled the blanket up over them. 

Neil sobbed into Andrew’s chest, a groan of pain slipping it’s way through his lips every now and then. “It’s worse ‘han Baltimore.” Neil whimpered out. “Broken bones...hurt more than broken skin.” 

“Shut. Up.” Andrew ran a hand gingerly over the bandage on Neil’s head. Neil reached up with his unbroken arm and linked his fingers with Andrew’s, and then met his eyes. 

“I remember.” Andrew’s body went ridged, but Neil didn’t seem to notice. “Laying on the cement, I-I watched you run towards me.” Neil dropped his gaze to just past Andrew’s shoulder. “You screamed my name.” 

“Go to sleep.” The blonde did not want to talk about this anymore. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He just wanted Neil to heal faster so they could leave. In time he would, he would heal and go back to the Court as if nothing had happened. 

And Andrew would heal too. Despite his fear of heights, him and Neil would in time, find themselves on the roof again. Smoking, kissing, talking, it would be okay. 

Then when the time came for Andrew to leave Neil, to forge his own path while Neil stayed in school, they would be okay.

They would be okay. 

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