Cyrus was sitting in his bedroom on the floor, back against his mattress. He flicked through the photos on his digital camera. The photos of the group turned out to have showed up quite well. He had been lucky they didn’t try to look for them. He didn’t want to shift into his Wendigo side yet. After all, it deserved a punishment for killing.
(Should we skip to the next morning?)
(Fine w/me.)
((Sounds good.))
Blaine woke up to an ache in her side. She groaned and slowly sat up, blinking the sleep out her eyes. Her wound. That's what was hurting. With another groan, she climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.
Cressida woke up and immediately rolled over. Unfortunately, she had misjudged the roll, and so she fell onto the floor.
Shade yawned and got out of bed. She went straight to her computer to ensure that all lf her assingments were done.
Teresa had barely slept at all, staring at the ceiling the entire night. When it was a reasonable time to get up, she hopped out of bed and flipped open her laptop.
Jack Peter left early, giving him enough time to grab a coffee before class. He got to the cafe and ordered a black coffee to go then headed to his class
Cressida pulled herself up from the floor, got her laptop, and sat back on her bed.
Ivy pulled out her laptop from under her pillow, typing the next paragraph of her speech for SS.
(I have to write a speech for SS due on Monday so… LOL)
Cressida began her assignment for theatre media: giving a presentation about something in the world you believe is important/is an issue.
After clicking around for a bit, she decided to write about Random Acts of Kindness.
Shade finished up the last of her assignments. She walked out to the kitchen to get some coffee.
Jack Peter walked into his neuroscience lecture hall, they were learning about micro expressions today as he read on the board at the front, he took his usual seat at the back on the end and waited for the class to start Why does this class start so early he thought
As Cyrus sat in his room, he contemplated who to tell about the photos. Pete already knew what he could be, maybe he would be interested in this. But he was as class. Camera in hand, he jogged across the hall to the girls dorm, knocking on the front door.
Blaine checked her wound for signs of infection, then rewrapped it in new bandages. After cleaning herself up and throwing on a loose t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she walked out to the kitchen. She heard a knock on the door as she started to grab a bowl for cereal and groaned.
Making her way over, she looked out the peephole and saw Cyrus. She opened the door a crack and greeted him with an exasperated, "Yes?"
Cyrus looked down at Blaine with a smile, holding the digital camera tightly. “Morning, is Shade in? Got something to show her,” he explained, looking up and down the hall.
"Yeah, one sec." Blaine looked over her shoulder to call for her roommate, "Shade! Cyrus is here for you!"
Shade perked up and walked towards them, "Hey Cyrus."
“Hey, Shade. Got something to show you,” Cyrus said in an excited tone, holding up the camera.
(Sorry if I vanish, there’s an unnecessary pep rally)
"Oh really?" Shade asked intrigued, "What is it?"
(I just got done with an AP test. I'm fine with it.)
“Let’s go somewhere private, it’s insane,” Cryus said, grinning.
"Lead the way then madman," Shade smiled along.