His bags were packed; he was ready to go. A.J. had a hiking backpack, complete with the tent and other camping stuff, and he sighed, pausing at the door to take a look around the room, devoid of all his stuff that had either been shipped to his parent's house back in Jersey or were sitting in the junkyard, maybe for some other aspiring...type to ( Read more... )

A.J. had a habit of getting his hands into one project or the other when he wanted to distract himself for something, but this was not necessarily such a bad thing. In this case, his hands had gotten into tinkering, the usual supplies and items spread around him as he picked away at the finer details of his invention for class. It was kind of ( Read more... )

A.J. laid in the center of his room, where he'd usually be sitting, working on his project for class or maybe some new drawings or painting, but this time, he was definitely laying, flat on his back, limbs flayed out, and staring at the pinpoints of constellations he had painted on the ceiling. Occasionally, he'd remember to blink, but it wasn't ( Read more... )

Apparently, A.J. didn't have anything else to really do this Friday evening but try to bunker down and attempt reading through that book Beauty got him ages ago that he'd really only gotten through the first five pages of ( Read more... )

A.J. was bored. Bored, bored, bored. So he tried to think of some of the things he could do. Let's see. He still didn't have an invention for class; he could work on that. He still hadn't finished reading that book Beauty gave him forever ago; he could read that. He technically hadn't finished his dresser project; he could finish that ( Read more... )

That horrible, hacking, coughing sound coming through the door of room 402? Yeah. That would be the result of picking through trash in a junkyard in rainy, sleety cold weather. It was worth it, though, because it gave A.J. this really awesome cooling unit thing that he, feeling inspired after class, curled up with and idly painted while ( Read more... )

Please, don't ask what A.J. is doing with all that metal, wire, mosquito net, and paint by the dresser. He doesn't rightly know himself.

But, whatever it is, it's fun, and it's starting to look really, really cool. At least, he certainly thinks so.

[[ yup. door and post, they be open. ]]

Spending the day drinking too much coffee and handwavily picking through the junkyard for materials for his dresser project was all well in good; A.J. was feeling like he even effectively hid the fact that he was just trying to get his mind off things when he was talking to Ino earlier at the Perk. He knew he probably should take more time to ( Read more... )

Who would have figured that a week of almost nothing but visiting and casually parying with people (and perhaps a shift or two out of the pure hell of it at Empire) could be so damn exhausting? Tossing his dufflebag of clothes and a few acquired presents (mostly art supplies and books) into a corner, A.J. was immdiately drawn to his bed, flopping ( Read more... )

A.J. drew in yet another breath. He was looking, again, into the mirror on his closet door, ducking his head, lifting his chin, pretty much testing out every possible angle to see how the hair looked. And every single time, he came to the same conclusion: he looked like a damn Oompa Loompa. Sighing, he pouted at himself in the mirror. This ( Read more... )