@ ninetyoneone

[heydrb]

{I see the bad moon arising

I see trouble on the way

After everything went down in LA? Damien- as he was calling himself these days- got some poor sap to give him the keys to his car, and he got the fuck out of dodge as fast as he could. Going to the completely opposite coast seemed like the best plan. A real change of scenery to do him some good.

Getting a spot in the dorms was easy enough. He wasn't even enrolled in any classes, not that anyone would notice. His own roommate could probably barely pick him out of a police line-up; he's rarely there. His interest isn't school, it's people. Specifically, people like him. Like Neon. And Marley and Indah. He tries not to think about them, because it just makes something twist sharp and painful in his gut.

Now that he knows there are people like him out there, he just has to find them. It would be great if he had Indah here to help him suss them out, but... he'd never see her again, would he? A thought that feels more like a knife between the ribs. Great. This is fine.

For once, they're actually in the dorm room at the same time. Damien likes... watching people. Just observe them in the most natural environment possible. Sure, dorm rooms aren't exactly the most "normal" environment, but it's the closest he's got today.

Damien is sprawled across his bed, idly flipping pages in a book he stopped retaining 20 minutes ago. He looks over at... Derek? Dominic? Shit, what's his name, again? For a long while, that's it. He just watches him for a bit, still pretending he's reading.

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[ninetyoneone]

[ He's currently texting Kaitlyn about his relocation back home. He sure spent awhile being weird as fuck and he thinks this guy missed it - good.

Not that he's doing much better right now. He hasn't shaved, his hair is a mess of tangles. It hasn't been brushed in like a week, hasn't been cut in longer. The dark circles are immensely impressive. But he keeps glancing over at this guy, thinking every time he's seen him, the dude has weird fucking vibes.

He sets his phone down. Clears his throat, kind of waves at the guy. ]

So uh, hey, I'm going to be around here less. Sometimes yeah, but less. You don't spend much time here either though so it's probably okay?

[ God, did he get all the bloody automatic writing off the walls? He starts looking, feeling awkward as hell. ]

[heydrb]

[He glances up when he sees the weird waving out of the corner of his eye. Finally, some acknowledgment... just to be told fuck you, I'm leaving, apparently. Not that he has any attachment to the guy but- fuck. This was supposed to be... easier? Nah. Maybe it's just him. He's being gunshy after Neon and– ]

So... basically nothing's changing, then? [he perks an eyebrow at him.] I think we're both pretty scarce around here anyway. Long as you talked to the RA and aren't expecting me to deal with it. [Not that it would be difficult to do. But... he has no reason to do a favor for his ghost of a roommate.]