room 508; tuesday morning
Flick felt like he hadn't really gotten a chance to just sit and think for a very long time. Between kids that he hadn't expected, graduation, parents hating him, people leaving, and his freaking dead father coming for a visit, he was drained. He was wiped.
His jaw ached and the bruise there was now a lovely shade of yellow. His head was a mess of thoughts and he wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep and wake up when everything had evened out again. But, he guessed that wasn't going to work. Not that he'd sleep anyway. He was tired but there was too much on his mind to actually sleep.
Instead, he was idly cleaning up his side of the room. Tossing out things that he'd accumulated while he'd been on the island and tossing clothes into his closet. His desk, which had been a mess of paper and stolen items, had been cleaned of the paper, at least. Things like stolen iPods and phones were still piled high. Old habits die hard. And he'd make a nice chunk of change pawning them off. It was stress relief
Right now, he was sitting on his bed, sorting through tee shirts that he didn't remember buying and pants that he never thought he'd wear again. When had he picked up a pair of jorts anyway?
[Open door/post]
His jaw ached and the bruise there was now a lovely shade of yellow. His head was a mess of thoughts and he wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep and wake up when everything had evened out again. But, he guessed that wasn't going to work. Not that he'd sleep anyway. He was tired but there was too much on his mind to actually sleep.
Instead, he was idly cleaning up his side of the room. Tossing out things that he'd accumulated while he'd been on the island and tossing clothes into his closet. His desk, which had been a mess of paper and stolen items, had been cleaned of the paper, at least. Things like stolen iPods and phones were still piled high. Old habits die hard. And he'd make a nice chunk of change pawning them off. It was stress relief
Right now, he was sitting on his bed, sorting through tee shirts that he didn't remember buying and pants that he never thought he'd wear again. When had he picked up a pair of jorts anyway?
[Open door/post]