Sep. 11th, 2011


[info]onewayride

Who: Nick Pence & Harris Cook
What: planting the seeds of corruption hanging out, you know, like bros do
Where: Harris' room (Johnson 302)
When: Sunday, September 11th; afternoon
Rating: SFW with probable swearing

[starts with texts]

hey. wht u up to today?

Aug. 31st, 2011


[info]nick_pence

Who: Nick and Thomas
What: First meeting!
Where: Outdoors on campus
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating: SFW

I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque... )

Jul. 24th, 2011


[info]onewayride

Who: Harris and Open
What: Shooting hoops; subject to change.
Where: The basketball court at Dalton.
When: Sunday, July 11th, afternoon (a little back-dated to make up for time that I lost while away)
Rating: SFW, for now, at least.

This school thing was a lot more work than Harris had been counting on – and that was his own fault, really. Anyone with half a brain knew that a school as prestigious as Dalton was bound to be hard, even in the summertime. Problem was, Harris couldn’t even be bothered to give school his all during the year – how was he supposed to manage it during the summer, when the weather was hot, the water was warm, and the beach was full of hot chicks in bikinis? It was only July and this summer was already severely lacking in anything legitimately fun. He’d have to fix that soon, maybe on the weekend, but, for now, he was taking a break from his self-described shitload of homework to shoot some hoops. He couldn’t afford to keep himself locked up in his dorm, studying away all the time – not only was it boring as Hell, but he knew he’d be suffering come athletics season if he didn’t keep in shape over the break.

And that was how he’d wound up on the basketball court – not for the first time since he’d arrived at Dalton. He’d been there about twenty minutes now, practicing some shots. It wasn’t half as interesting without someone to play against, but it was better than nothing. Stopping for a moment, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand and made his way to the edge of the court, bending to pick up the water bottle he’d left there.

January 2013

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