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riverviewlogs2017-07-31 01:50 pm
mingling) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-31 01:50 pm
Entry tags:
open log
who: Natsume + you!!
what: open prompts for early August
when: ~first half of August
where: out and about...! (incl. option for community housing floor 14.) details within.
warnings: none from the get-go, but I'll update this if it needs doing.
i. i bless the acid rains down in riverview
[He's absolutely ridiculous, if the sizzling of his coat is anything to go by. Under an awning, with no good place to run to next, stands a boy of slight build, head bowed, seeming to hug himself. His shoulders rise and fall deeply; he must be breathing heavy and hard. From the looks of it, he has no business being out in the rain, awful as it is, flimsy as he looks to be. But here he is, huddling, and murmuring...
Murmuring, oddly, into his coat. It's as if he has something tucked safely inside of it, like he's cradling it with his folded arms, more a bid for its protection than his own.] You shouldn't have been out there, [he's saying softly.] We'll have to wait until this stops.
[And he might be waiting a while. The next spot of any sort of coverage is far away enough to require a sprint, and maybe it's doable... but he does look tired as it is.]
ii. stay in school, kids!
[Natsume is spotty about school, unfortunately. It's hard to be diligent under these circumstances... well, that's probably an excuse. He's always had trouble concentrating in school, due to weird situations, and also due to weird situations causing him to lose a lot of sleep or get sick easily... Absence isn't exactly strange for him, and neither is falling asleep in class. But his school attendance has been especially poor since arriving in Riverview. He's drifting away from its structure, and he sees it in himself, but...
Well. He's got to at least try. That's what he tells himself every few days, anyway. So here he is, trying. After the school day, he's gone to the library; he doesn't like spending time in his communal floor (only because he doesn't do well with shared space), and he wouldn't be able to focus at all if he tried to do his homework there. So he's set himself up at a table in the library, and is working very, very hard to catch up—
Actually, he's falling asleep. His cheek is sliding away from his hand, more and more precarious with every passing moment, until—of course—his face falls away completely and his head arcs downward. His forehead smacks down on the tabletop with a sharp crack. Predictably, it wakes him up, and he jolts back upright, dropping his pencil, shoulders hiking upward, looking startled. Perhaps underwhelmingly startled. Maybe this happens a lot.
It's such a cliche, but it's also such a Natsume thing to do.]
iii. suspicious activity in the park (he is the suspicious activity)
[If you're making your way through a park, you're probably looking for some peace and quiet. Gosh, that sounds nice. Peace and quiet. Natsume, unfortunately, comes careening out of a nearby bush, as though chasing for that peace himself. As if he's ever going to find it...
He looks like he's just tried and failed to beat up a tree. The mud, the grass stains, the bewilderment... Despite his soft face, he's less doe-eyed, and more deer-in-headlights. The boy could have a heart attack right now and it'd be completely understandable.
Until he sees he's just emerged from foliage in front of another person. The instant he sees someone near him, he blanches, before straightening his expression to the best of abilities as an awkward teenager. He straightens his back, too. And his shoulders. Now he's standing there with all the hope of looking like a totally normal person, even though he knows that is probably never going to happen.
He lifts one hand in greeting, even as his lips are pursed. When he unpurses them, it's to say,] Hey.
[Nailed it! Not really. You can see the inward cringe in his eyes.]
iv. cooking mama (floor 14)
[Natsume doesn't spend a lot of time at home. ("Home.") He's quiet when he is there—polite, always, a subdued sort of genial, but quiet. Shy, presumably. Shy enough to be out for hours and hours, and shy enough to sneak back inside as best he can when he returns looking as though he's rolled down a grassy hill or something. (That happens just a little less than half the time.) He's an early riser, perhaps habitually, but the time at which he actually goes to sleep varies, and he often seems sleepy during the day, too. He ghosts in and out of the place as if spooked by actual ghosts, even if he smiles on his way out.
But today, miracle of miracles, he's spending the afternoon inside. He'd rearrived onto the floor much earlier than usual, laden with grocery bags. And now he's...]
How does she do this every single day? [he mutters, mystified. He's taking a whack at actual cooking, instead of getting by with the bare minimum. The meat is browning, or maybe more than browning, and the potatoes are boiling, or maybe boiling over, and here is Natsume, trying to chop vegetables as though doing so will unveil the secrets of the universe. He's putting way too much thought into the strokes of his knife. At this rate, it will take him another hour to get through this one onion.]
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what: open prompts for early August
when: ~first half of August
where: out and about...! (incl. option for community housing floor 14.) details within.
warnings: none from the get-go, but I'll update this if it needs doing.
i. i bless the acid rains down in riverview
[He's absolutely ridiculous, if the sizzling of his coat is anything to go by. Under an awning, with no good place to run to next, stands a boy of slight build, head bowed, seeming to hug himself. His shoulders rise and fall deeply; he must be breathing heavy and hard. From the looks of it, he has no business being out in the rain, awful as it is, flimsy as he looks to be. But here he is, huddling, and murmuring...
Murmuring, oddly, into his coat. It's as if he has something tucked safely inside of it, like he's cradling it with his folded arms, more a bid for its protection than his own.] You shouldn't have been out there, [he's saying softly.] We'll have to wait until this stops.
[And he might be waiting a while. The next spot of any sort of coverage is far away enough to require a sprint, and maybe it's doable... but he does look tired as it is.]
ii. stay in school, kids!
[Natsume is spotty about school, unfortunately. It's hard to be diligent under these circumstances... well, that's probably an excuse. He's always had trouble concentrating in school, due to weird situations, and also due to weird situations causing him to lose a lot of sleep or get sick easily... Absence isn't exactly strange for him, and neither is falling asleep in class. But his school attendance has been especially poor since arriving in Riverview. He's drifting away from its structure, and he sees it in himself, but...
Well. He's got to at least try. That's what he tells himself every few days, anyway. So here he is, trying. After the school day, he's gone to the library; he doesn't like spending time in his communal floor (only because he doesn't do well with shared space), and he wouldn't be able to focus at all if he tried to do his homework there. So he's set himself up at a table in the library, and is working very, very hard to catch up—
Actually, he's falling asleep. His cheek is sliding away from his hand, more and more precarious with every passing moment, until—of course—his face falls away completely and his head arcs downward. His forehead smacks down on the tabletop with a sharp crack. Predictably, it wakes him up, and he jolts back upright, dropping his pencil, shoulders hiking upward, looking startled. Perhaps underwhelmingly startled. Maybe this happens a lot.
It's such a cliche, but it's also such a Natsume thing to do.]
iii. suspicious activity in the park (he is the suspicious activity)
[If you're making your way through a park, you're probably looking for some peace and quiet. Gosh, that sounds nice. Peace and quiet. Natsume, unfortunately, comes careening out of a nearby bush, as though chasing for that peace himself. As if he's ever going to find it...
He looks like he's just tried and failed to beat up a tree. The mud, the grass stains, the bewilderment... Despite his soft face, he's less doe-eyed, and more deer-in-headlights. The boy could have a heart attack right now and it'd be completely understandable.
Until he sees he's just emerged from foliage in front of another person. The instant he sees someone near him, he blanches, before straightening his expression to the best of abilities as an awkward teenager. He straightens his back, too. And his shoulders. Now he's standing there with all the hope of looking like a totally normal person, even though he knows that is probably never going to happen.
He lifts one hand in greeting, even as his lips are pursed. When he unpurses them, it's to say,] Hey.
[Nailed it! Not really. You can see the inward cringe in his eyes.]
iv. cooking mama (floor 14)
[Natsume doesn't spend a lot of time at home. ("Home.") He's quiet when he is there—polite, always, a subdued sort of genial, but quiet. Shy, presumably. Shy enough to be out for hours and hours, and shy enough to sneak back inside as best he can when he returns looking as though he's rolled down a grassy hill or something. (That happens just a little less than half the time.) He's an early riser, perhaps habitually, but the time at which he actually goes to sleep varies, and he often seems sleepy during the day, too. He ghosts in and out of the place as if spooked by actual ghosts, even if he smiles on his way out.
But today, miracle of miracles, he's spending the afternoon inside. He'd rearrived onto the floor much earlier than usual, laden with grocery bags. And now he's...]
How does she do this every single day? [he mutters, mystified. He's taking a whack at actual cooking, instead of getting by with the bare minimum. The meat is browning, or maybe more than browning, and the potatoes are boiling, or maybe boiling over, and here is Natsume, trying to chop vegetables as though doing so will unveil the secrets of the universe. He's putting way too much thought into the strokes of his knife. At this rate, it will take him another hour to get through this one onion.]
(And let me know if you'd like to set up any other options! My plurk is