stars_and_money: (Game on!)
George was dead. Except technically she was probably undead? Jeremy was... still kind of wrapping his head around that fact. It was a complicated thing, even he could recognize that, and he was not the best at complicated things, so he was taking his time with it.

And that was manifesting itself in the fact that, except for his Monday class, Jeremy had mostly been hermiting it up in his room and acting even more absent-minded than usual. (Sorry, Stephanie.) Today, that meant sitting on the edge of his bed, in front of his ridiculously tiny TV (it was actually decent sized for a dorm room) with a PS3 controller in his hand, playing some random racing game he probably wouldn't have been able to name if asked. It was just some game.

It was a distraction. He was taking brain leave until he got this whole thing figured out. Yep.

Mostly, he was crashing a lot.

[ooc: Door half open, post completely so.]
stars_and_money: (One of those faces.)
It was really no secret that Jeremy had handwavily spent most of the last few days locked up in the room he shared with Stephanie. Things just... hadn't really seemed like something he should get involved with.

You know, after he'd noticed there was anything weird going on, which had maybe taken him a little longer than most people would be comfortable admitting.

Today, though, it seemed there had been a change, so he'd finally let the door stay open, even if he kept glancing at it a little cautiously every once in a while. For about as long as he could pry his attention away from what he could see standing in front of the window.

Seriously, was that Disneyland?

[ooc: Door half open, post completely so.]
stars_and_money: (Mild apprehension maybe.)
Jeremy was no longer a tiny little monkey.

The fact that at the exact moment he'd stopped being a tiny monkey he'd actually been hopping up the stairs between the third and fourth floors because he'd been bored enough to want to explore on his own was not something that needed to be discussed. Neither was the way he'd probably broken some kind of record for naked sprinting up stairs in his scramble to get to his room.

No, what everyone just needed to focus on was the fact that Jeremy was no longer a tiny monkey. That was what he was concentrating on, at least. That, and finding out what he'd missed out on while all animalized.

Once he'd pulled on some clothes (pajama pants and a t-shirt, it was no time to be fussy), he grabbed his laptop. First up on the list of things to check? Gossip from back home.

[ooc: Post is open, door is cracked.]
stars_and_money: ([plot] Candy: Oh yes.)
True, Candy didn't have the faintest real idea where she was. She just wasn't letting that bother her. Her hunch said this might've been some quaint little back room at the Factory (she hadn't been there yet), and it was no reason not to look her best. In fact, if this was the Factory, then it was imperative that she look her best, before presenting herself to Andy.

Her purse and a change of clothes had followed her, as if by magic, and a moment of rooting around the closet had produced a dressing gown and a case of rollers (which would confuse Jeremy to no end, later), so Candy was set. Rollers in her hair and covered with a scarf, she sat down by one of the desks and dug her lipstick from her purse.

Time to pretty up.

[ooc: Door about one-third open, post completely so! Jeremy is now Candy Darling, as portrayed by Stephen Dorff in I Shot Andy Warhol.]
stars_and_money: ([plot] Weetiny: Little lord.)
Jeremy had been meaning to go out and do something today, honest. Like, say, find his sister or something. That had totally been his plan! But see, things had come up. Like, when he'd noticed the portable game thingy that had been on the desk. Obviously he'd had to start playing, because he was awesome at games, he was sure even his brothers thought that way though Brian especially liked to claim differently, and he wanted to beat some high scores and --

"Aww man!"

Yeah, he kept dying. He'd been doing that for the better part of the day, in fact, and by now it was really making him cranky.

[ooc: Open door, open post!]
stars_and_money: (Lazing about.)
Jeremy was actually reading something he'd been assigned in class. Hey, Lysistrata was totally kind of fascinating, and it wasn't like he had anything else to do. He'd had a good night's sleep, so there was no need to spend his time napping, and he'd already handwavily ordered his Valentine's Day flowers for everyone.

He'd also bought two tickets to tomorrow's dance even though he didn't have a date. He figured he might still find one, and even if he didn't, well... It wasn't like he didn't have the money to spend on a high school dance ticket no one needed. He himself was going, either way. It was an opportunity to dress up and party, and if nothing else, he and Juliet could always write an exposé on it for their gossip column.

But right now he was just going to lay on his bed, reading an old play. And wearing his glasses, for once. Whatever, he thought he made the mildly geeky thing look maximum.

[ooc: Door and post are open!]


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Jeremy Darling

December 2011



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