This was it, Hurley thought. While he figured it would only be a short time for him to convince his mom to let him come back for the summer, that was still going to be time away from the place he called home for the last two years ( Read more... )

It was so close to graduation, and yet Hurley was sulking in his room. His mom's flight had been canceled, and so now she wasn't going to make it for the graduation ( Read more... )

Hurley was sipping a mug of hot cocoa and fiddling with Four-Dee. He was comfortably seated on his bed, shoes off. It's not that he was a mechanical genius or... actually knew anything about droids. He was just sort of poking at it without actually taking anything out or the like ( Read more... )

Hurley had left his door open, and was currently fiddling with Four-Dee on his bed. While eating some goldfish crackers.

He knew absolutely nothing about robotics. So his 'fiddling' more sort of involved... putting decals on it.

And stickers.

Four-Dee was going to be the most bad-ass mouse droid ever.

[ooc: Open! Please come play? I'm stuck ( Read more... )

Hurley had left the door to Tahiri and his room open after he'd come back in from heating up a hot pocket in the common room ( Read more... )

Hurley shut the door of his room behind him and he slunk against it, desperately trying to catch his breath. He'd been panicking ever since he'd seen him... the guy who'd killed him in that other universe. His brain wasn't clicking over the fact that this wasn't the same guy, entirely ( Read more... )

Hurley woke up that morning, and didn't get out of bed.

He was just going to stay here, safe and warm. He wasn't dealing well with what had just happened, the poor guy.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is Very open.]

Hurley awoke from a dream [LINK NWS, POSSIBLY] that, well, was the type of dream a young man of his age was quite happy to have.

"Man," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Good dream."

He paused, when he realized who was in that dream ( Read more... )

Hurley was really having issues with keeping his brain in check. So, he was hiding in his room and eating Oreos while reading about car repair. That seemed safe.

Oh, Hurley.

[ooc: Open!]

Hurley was in a 'lounge in bed' sort of mood. People had been made safe, and he'd... sort of helped.

He also had massive bruises on his forearms, chest, and one hell of a black eye.

He didn't want anyone to get worried, so he decided hanging out in his room was the best way to deal.

Oh, Hurley.

[ooc: Open! Though I run off to see Star Trek in a ( Read more... )