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Spotted: C, figuring out that a tropical getaway isn't always what it's cracked up to be. Cheer up, C; something tells me a reminder of home isn't far away...
Chuck had officially passed the one month mark on the island, and what had started out as a sort of amusing diversion from normal life had quickly deteriorated into soul-crushing boredom and despair. Summers were meant to be spent in the Hamptons, or overseas, or at the very least in one's air-conditioned suite, with the whole of Manhattan just a phone call away. This? This was some demented summer camp gone wrong, with communal living, communal meals, communal showers, for god's sake. It was barbaric, and not even the fact that most of the girls here looked like they'd just flown in from their screen tests in LA could make it better.
In the absence of enough alcohol to drink himself into oblivion, the fact that pot was readily available was a small consolation, and had helped him pass the last month without opening a vein. At home, he'd have been happy enough to settle down in front of the television, if there wasn't anything more stimulating to capture his attention. Here, though, the only reels he could coax out of the bookshelf were things like "The Muppets Take Manhattan", "Autumn in New York", and "Vampire in Brooklyn." Gloating, he thought, was distinctly unattractive in situations like this, even if you were a vaguely malevolent desert island.
The only vaguely interesting thing that had happened in the last couple of weeks had been Serena's mysterious note from Georgina. Last time they'd showed up, they'd been shortly followed by the bitch herself. He couldn't deny that it might make things here more interesting, but he doubted that in the end, the repercussions would be worth the excitement. She probably wouldn't show her face, he knew, but for lack of anything better to do he'd decided to take his own advice, and spend some time in the Hub. No doubt, if Georgina actually was here, she'd make a beeline for the closest thing to nightlife this island had to offer. So he'd staked out a seat at the bar, and was waiting for something - anything - to happen.
Chuck had officially passed the one month mark on the island, and what had started out as a sort of amusing diversion from normal life had quickly deteriorated into soul-crushing boredom and despair. Summers were meant to be spent in the Hamptons, or overseas, or at the very least in one's air-conditioned suite, with the whole of Manhattan just a phone call away. This? This was some demented summer camp gone wrong, with communal living, communal meals, communal showers, for god's sake. It was barbaric, and not even the fact that most of the girls here looked like they'd just flown in from their screen tests in LA could make it better.
In the absence of enough alcohol to drink himself into oblivion, the fact that pot was readily available was a small consolation, and had helped him pass the last month without opening a vein. At home, he'd have been happy enough to settle down in front of the television, if there wasn't anything more stimulating to capture his attention. Here, though, the only reels he could coax out of the bookshelf were things like "The Muppets Take Manhattan", "Autumn in New York", and "Vampire in Brooklyn." Gloating, he thought, was distinctly unattractive in situations like this, even if you were a vaguely malevolent desert island.
The only vaguely interesting thing that had happened in the last couple of weeks had been Serena's mysterious note from Georgina. Last time they'd showed up, they'd been shortly followed by the bitch herself. He couldn't deny that it might make things here more interesting, but he doubted that in the end, the repercussions would be worth the excitement. She probably wouldn't show her face, he knew, but for lack of anything better to do he'd decided to take his own advice, and spend some time in the Hub. No doubt, if Georgina actually was here, she'd make a beeline for the closest thing to nightlife this island had to offer. So he'd staked out a seat at the bar, and was waiting for something - anything - to happen.