Muds hasn't been around much lately. And when he's been around, he hasn't really been all that...there, really. And when the boy didn't show up at school on his birthday, Stu knew he had to do something. He'd called a couple of times, but there wasn't any answer, and so Stu decided to go over to the Niccals apartment himself. He'd like to think ( Read more... )

Warren had said that he would take Stu to his physical therapy session for today. Not wanting to be alone, or take the bus, Stu had accepted. So now he waits on the front steps of the school, absently poking the step in front of him with his cane. He doesn't like to be out in the open so much, but it shouldn't be too long. Every now and then, his ( Read more... )

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas at the Middle Area Mall...or something. In the middle of one of the corridors has been set up a gleaming grand piano (courtesy of Piano Gallery, according to the placard) and a few potted poinsettia plants. Seated at the piano is a thin, blue-haired boy in his best suit. Eventually, he will be in a ( Read more... )

There's a soft knock at the door and if either of the brothers choose to answer it, they will find a large bag filled with food. There's turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, cranberry sauce and fresh, home-baked rolls. There are also two pies; pumpkin and apple.

Taped to the side is a note that simply says "Happy Thanksgiving, from Stu ( Read more... )

Julian had convinced Stu to let him check over the sore spot on the boy's head on Monday at lunch, so Stu had said he would probably be under his tree in the commons.

( Stu is in fact under his tree )

Stu was upset. Very, very upset. He had to get away from the computer, he had to get out of his room. With no one home, it was easier to get out; he simply opened the front door and left. He didn't bother with a coat, he didn't even think about it really ( Read more... )

This room isn't as full of life and well wishes as the first one Stu was in, but it isn't nearly as stark and bleak as the last one. There's a television in the corner, on with the volume muted and a small stereo quietly playing a random Andrew Lloyd Webber collection his mother brought from home. He wants as many things going at once as possible; ( Read more... )

When the doctor comes to transfer Stu to the psych ward, it's assumed that the quiet, unassuming boy won't give them any problems. It's going to be a routine transfer. Then they try to take the laptop. Stu needs the laptop; it's his only connection with the outside world, especially now that they're moving him. When they try to take it, that's when ( Read more... )

Stu had been having a a relatively good day. Not great, but a great day is far more than could be expected under the circumstances. But it had been a good day. He'd had some nice soup, made a list, colored for a while. He'd been fairly comfortable, but for a few instances and fairly happy, considering.

Then he saw Murdoc's journal, and the bottom ( Read more... )

( After talking to Muds... )