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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:19 pm
In an unsurprising series of events that shocked absolutely nobody, October fell asleep approximately ten minutes after getting back from the Sahara.
He was still asleep, quite some time later, except not in his room, October curled up like a cat on one of the couches in the Deus dormitory common room. A sleeping mask was over his eyes, decorated to look like some neon pink kitty that was best left unexamined.
He wasn't snoring, but he might as well have been.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 5:12 pm
Chris had a habit of staying in the common rooms as long as possible before he headed to his own room. The basement was not that great a place to live in and even full of his stuff and being here a while didn't change the fact that it was still a dungeon. He wanted to sit and write but access to the coffee table was, at this moment, limited to the couch that someone was sleeping on. They had clearly come prepared to sleep too judging by the mask. Chris leaned a bit to see if he recognized the kitty but then sort of awkwardly hovered to the side. As if making up his mind he took a stand alone chair and began to struggle with trying to write in his notebook on top of his knees. He made tons of rustling sounds.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 3:19 pm
October remained asleep.
For a few seconds, anyway. At the rustling sounds, he rolled over. Then rolled over again. Then rolled over a third time, finally groping around for one of the couch cushions and pulling it over his head in an attempt to muffle whatever was happening across the room.
He fell asleep again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 3:40 pm
Chris felt bad but he couldn't really write at the weird angle. Once the guy on the couch had stilled again, Chris reached for the table there. It was a little heavy... so he tugged. And tugged. And it scraaaaaaaped across the floor. He grimaced, paused, then tugged again. Scraaape. He then decided to scoot his chair, which also made a sound until he was close enough to lean on the table instead.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 3:45 pm
October's head popped up.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING."
The mask was still over his eyes. He looked a little like a deranged cat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 4:06 pm
Chris froze like a deer in the headlights. He wasn't big on being yelled at and while this was a bit more emphatic than real yelling, it still gave him pause. The freckled young man then quickly shook his floppy hair into his face and looked back down at his book. "Sorry I.. I just wanted.. to use the table.." His speech was full of slow nervous pauses, near stutters, his volume also seemed to drop the more the sentence went on. C'mon boy, he'yaint nothin. Jack growled in his mind, None'a that stutterin' and cowerin'.Chris glanced over again, head lifting, and voice louder, "You were kinda in front of the whole thing.." He waved at the table a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 9:28 pm
At the sound of the pauses and the stutters, one of October's hands reached up and fumbled for the mask still on his face. He finally managed to push it off, sweeping a hand through his sleep mussed hair, October stretching out his fingers to pluck up a pair of folded blue glasses on the floor.
Without them, it was just a blurry figure across from him, but with them the blurriness took the shape of a flustered looking young man.
"Oh," said October, frowning, and then, "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 1:52 pm
"Writing.." Chris seemed almost surprised at himself for admitting it out loud like that. Perhaps he was loosening up in this place.. He looked at the glasses and then back at his book, "I write stories to pass time I guess.." And crappy drawings but art wasn't really his forte. "Why are you sleeping here?" Chris blinked, "Is your room in the basement too?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 5:58 pm
October squinted at the other for a long moment as though trying to figure out if he was actually seeing a human being, or if he was still some sort of strange and peculiar lucid hallucination that was also talking to him about writing and books.
"Uh," said October, still only half awake. He blinked slowly, sleepily.
"Yes. No. Wait, yes. Uh. I like sleeping."
A pause.
"What sort of stories?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2017 12:40 pm
"Um.." Chris didn't talk about his stories much so he glanced down at the book as if it would give permissions. "This one is action. Like a zombie action adventure? It would probably make a better video game or comic I guess.." His speech seemed to fade when he was unsure of his ideas, trail off until he was looking back at the book again. "It's not done yet."
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 8:57 am
October stared at the boy for a long time. Probably longer than was strictly appropriate for social niceties, for that matter, his gaze a little narrowed, as though he was trying to figure something out.
"Are you a zombie?" he finally asked, because this was clearly a Very Important Question.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 9:05 am
"What?" Chris peeped in surprise, "No.. What?" He actually touched at his own thin chest to make sure he wasn't and hadn't realized. "Why would you think I was a zombie? Aren't you the one who's moving slow?" Chris leaned and squinted, "Are you a zombie?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 2:47 pm
The boy was given another suspicious look.
"If you were a zombie, I'm pretty sure you'd say you weren't a zombie," said October sagely, and gave a nod. "But no, I'm not a zombie either, I was just wondering if you were actually a zombie that was writing about zombie things, like an autobiography."
He glanced around the room, then back at the other.
"If you're not a zombie, who are you?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 3:14 pm
"I have a superhero story too.." Chris mumbled, flipping back where there were crude drawings of super hero costumes on stick figures, "Doesn't mean I'm a super hero.." Might be nice though.. He seemed a little dejected that he'd shared and it ended up with weird accusations. "I'm Chris.. who're you?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 8:14 pm
"I dunno," said October seriously, losing the suspicion in a matter of seconds, simply because it was at the extent of his capability of maintaining that particular emotion, "I'm pretty sure everyone who's here is some sort of superhero."
He yawned widely. "I'm October. What sort of superhero are you?"
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