Room 522, Wednesday Afternoon
Nov. 9th, 2011 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.]
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.]
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:21 pm (UTC)She glanced toward him, a bit more worried. Jeremy being irritable wasn't that big a deal, but he usually didn't lie to her.
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:38 pm (UTC)So he'd panicked and lied and now he looked uncomfortable.
"I'm just -- I have a thing."
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:42 pm (UTC)She ... probably didn't really want to hear that George was undead. Not yet, anyhow. That would just be creepy.
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:46 pm (UTC)But he wasn't going to get into that. "A... thing," he said, because that really cleared things up. "A dilemma. Nothing major -- well, kinda major."
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:50 pm (UTC)"Try" was likely the operative word, there.
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:58 pm (UTC)This was Jeremy Darling, after all. Being trouble was sort of what he did. "No, it's... It's George. Uh, not that I mean she's in trouble either."
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Date: 2011-11-10 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-10 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-10 02:31 pm (UTC)Not that she could, likely, but she'd try.
"But it's kind of ... personal to her?" Which was bizarre. They always told each other other people's secrets; it was just how this worked.
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Date: 2011-11-10 05:49 pm (UTC)A pause.
"And I can't tell you."
Even more frowning.
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Date: 2011-11-10 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-10 10:42 pm (UTC)It was actually a pretty novel concept for them.
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Date: 2011-11-10 11:18 pm (UTC)She hoisted Winter against her shoulder. "Is she a criminal?"
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Date: 2011-11-11 01:40 pm (UTC)As helpless as that made him feel.
"For now."
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Date: 2011-11-11 03:04 pm (UTC)I guess I have to trust you. For now, anyhow."
A beat. "Is it okay if I still wanna get to know her better?"
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Date: 2011-11-11 03:14 pm (UTC)Assuming this thing didn't implode now.