Week Nine: Monday, May 27th, 2007
Who: Starbuck and Cat
When: Monday night
Where: Kitchens
The weekend had been a quiet one. Starbuck spent much of it in the water or in bed. He wasn't feeling all that social, and it was clear Kat wanted some space. As reluctant as he was to give it to her, knowing something was wrong, he kept his distance. Starbuck was trying to do what was right, but that was damn difficult when you didn't know how to define 'right'.
Now the school week was up and running again, and things didn't seem to be getting any better. Kat seemed worse. She acted so strangely in their classes. Twitchy and unfocused. There was that gut instinct to reach out and help, but he knew his hand would just be slapped away, and Starbuck didn't want to make things worse for her. She had enough problems to deal with, his grumpy state didn't need to be added to the list. No, he'd just keep his mouth shut for the time being, all the while keeping a close eye on her. If things got bad, if he really thought she needed help, he'd step in and ignore her protests. Yeah, she might dump him, but he wasn't gonna let this shit with Wes destroy her. Better she focus her energy on hating Starbuck than implode from the other hardships in her life.
But since he wasn't in 'hero' mode at the moment, he figured he might as well try and be productive in other areas of his life. He'd taken Vegas to the beach before sunset and 'introduced' her to the family group he'd found. They all got along fairly well, and he was confident Vegas would be able to stay with them and be accepted as a foster pup. Still, Starbuck felt it was best to make her reintroduction in the wild a gradual process. He'd continue to supervise visits between both parties until he was absolutely sure the little otter would be safe without him present. It would be hard letting go, but it was the right thing to do. Vegas didn't belong to him or anyone else. She belonged out at sea with her own kind.
He was feeling a mix of emotions over the whole situation, sad and happy at the same time. It was great to have found a family that seemed to fit, but knowing what was coming left him feeling a bit sullen. Such emotions made it difficult to focus on his studies, so he left his room behind and headed to the kitchens. Maybe a snack would provide enough of a distraction to let him get back to business with preparing for exams.
Seemed a lot of students were in the same sort of mood. They were quieter than normal, and few gave him more than a acknowledging glance as he passed through the halls. Starbuck moved from his room to the kitchens in silence, not even making noise with his steps, because he'd foregone any sort of covering for his feet. It was night, and he'd probably be attempting to sleep in a few hours, so he was already in lounge wear, just dressed in some navy mesh pants and a plain white t-shirt. He was all about comfort while cramming information into his noggin.
Now he just needed to stuff some nourishment into his gut. The kitchens were almost completely dark, just a night light of sorts was lit, but he liked it that way. Bright fluorescents never suited him. They made him all squinty, and that was a strange look on Starbuck. Besides, the harshness of such lighting exposed things probably better not seen.
As he rummaged through the fridge, he heard someone approaching. Starbuck pulled his head out from around the door, pear already stuffed in his mouth and hanging there. "Oh... hey," he mumbled as he reached up and grabbed the fruit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was the 'cook', Catalina.
When: Monday night
Where: Kitchens
The weekend had been a quiet one. Starbuck spent much of it in the water or in bed. He wasn't feeling all that social, and it was clear Kat wanted some space. As reluctant as he was to give it to her, knowing something was wrong, he kept his distance. Starbuck was trying to do what was right, but that was damn difficult when you didn't know how to define 'right'.
Now the school week was up and running again, and things didn't seem to be getting any better. Kat seemed worse. She acted so strangely in their classes. Twitchy and unfocused. There was that gut instinct to reach out and help, but he knew his hand would just be slapped away, and Starbuck didn't want to make things worse for her. She had enough problems to deal with, his grumpy state didn't need to be added to the list. No, he'd just keep his mouth shut for the time being, all the while keeping a close eye on her. If things got bad, if he really thought she needed help, he'd step in and ignore her protests. Yeah, she might dump him, but he wasn't gonna let this shit with Wes destroy her. Better she focus her energy on hating Starbuck than implode from the other hardships in her life.
But since he wasn't in 'hero' mode at the moment, he figured he might as well try and be productive in other areas of his life. He'd taken Vegas to the beach before sunset and 'introduced' her to the family group he'd found. They all got along fairly well, and he was confident Vegas would be able to stay with them and be accepted as a foster pup. Still, Starbuck felt it was best to make her reintroduction in the wild a gradual process. He'd continue to supervise visits between both parties until he was absolutely sure the little otter would be safe without him present. It would be hard letting go, but it was the right thing to do. Vegas didn't belong to him or anyone else. She belonged out at sea with her own kind.
He was feeling a mix of emotions over the whole situation, sad and happy at the same time. It was great to have found a family that seemed to fit, but knowing what was coming left him feeling a bit sullen. Such emotions made it difficult to focus on his studies, so he left his room behind and headed to the kitchens. Maybe a snack would provide enough of a distraction to let him get back to business with preparing for exams.
Seemed a lot of students were in the same sort of mood. They were quieter than normal, and few gave him more than a acknowledging glance as he passed through the halls. Starbuck moved from his room to the kitchens in silence, not even making noise with his steps, because he'd foregone any sort of covering for his feet. It was night, and he'd probably be attempting to sleep in a few hours, so he was already in lounge wear, just dressed in some navy mesh pants and a plain white t-shirt. He was all about comfort while cramming information into his noggin.
Now he just needed to stuff some nourishment into his gut. The kitchens were almost completely dark, just a night light of sorts was lit, but he liked it that way. Bright fluorescents never suited him. They made him all squinty, and that was a strange look on Starbuck. Besides, the harshness of such lighting exposed things probably better not seen.
As he rummaged through the fridge, he heard someone approaching. Starbuck pulled his head out from around the door, pear already stuffed in his mouth and hanging there. "Oh... hey," he mumbled as he reached up and grabbed the fruit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was the 'cook', Catalina.