nolan novak. (replicable) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-12-26 13:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, ! plot: kidnapping, nolan novak |
WHO: Nolan Novak.
WHAT: Nolan is grumpy about being woken up so early.
WHEN: 27 December 2012, 7:30AM.
WHERE: The Novak residence in Brisbane, Queensland.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete.
Someone is moving in the next room. Nolan shifts in his twin bed, grabbing a fistful of sheets and pulling them higher, over his mop of curls. The sun has been up for hours -- the light has been streaming in through gaps in his curtains -- but it’s still too early to get up. He wants to sleep more. He wants to drift back into sleep and continue his dream, pick it back up as if it was simply paused. He can’t remember the particulars now, but Caprica Six had been there. And Alex. They’d been fighting something (other Cylons?) and winning and he wants to keep dreaming while he has the chance. He can stay in bed until noon -- then his father will come around, pound on his door, and yell about wasting the day away. The noise is louder this time. It shoots through his thoughts like an arrow, jolting him awake again. He groans and rolls over; the cause of this noise is not a mystery. It’s only Michael getting up for a morning run. He’s kicking things around, looking for his tennis shoes -- inconsiderate moron. He’s practically awake now, but still desperately clinging to sleep, still hoping his eyelids will become so heavy he can’t help but nod back off. He hadn’t crawled into bed until three last night -- he’d been too busy setting up his new laptop. A Christmas present from his parents. A little something to make up for the less-than-stellar homecoming, they’d said. (Michael had received a laptop and an iPhone and at least five new Playstation 3 games; it's hard not to be bitter.) He’s almost asleep when there’s a loud creak outside his door, loud enough to stir him from fantasies about Michael being punished for something terrible. It’s the last straw. He throws back the covers and tries not to wince when his feet touch the cool hardwood floor. It’s too early for this. It’s too early for anything. Nolan pulls back the door to let loose a string of curse words in a harsh whisper, but the words die in his throat. It isn’t Michael in the hallway. It isn’t even Andrew. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to speak but he never gets the chance. He’s unconscious by the time he hits the floor. |