seth. (maskelyne) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-29 19:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, sadie thompson, seth wasserman |
WHO: Seth Wasserman and Sadie Thompson.
WHAT: SETH BECOMES A MAN!!! A man who talks about Vol things.
WHEN: BACKDATED to Saturday, January 19th, ~late night~
WHERE: Seth & Nolan's room...whatever that is
STATUS: COMPLETE.
Seth could not believe it had actually happened. In fact, he had a stupid grin on his face and he was glad that the lights were off because he didn't want to suffer any further embarrassment than he'd probably already caused himself that night. He had always vaguely imagined this moment - laying in a cramped twin bed with a girl - but never thought it would actually come to pass. He almost wanted to take a picture but thought that would be weird, and significantly uncool behavior. Instead, he reached out a hand in the dark until it hit the bedside table, then felt around for his glasses. Yeah, he was definitely going to have to look into contacts. "So, uh," he said as he put on his glasses. He glanced over to see if he could judge whether or not Sadie had fallen asleep. "...what's up?" It was a fair question, whether or not Sadie had fallen asleep; somehow she'd managed to wriggle most of herself under the sheet, to the point where she'd drawn up a corner over her own stupid grin. Her giddiness stemmed less from the act (which was pretty typical for a first time) than the fact: it had been a really long time, and like everything with Seth, was oddly freeing and validating. Giddiness was, however, very unlike the persona she'd taken on over the past few weeks. She tried to make up for it with a sardonic and nonchalant reply to Seth's question - "Oh, nothing much, just poppin' some cherries, like you do on a Saturday night" - but dissolved into a fit of self-conscious giggles halfway through, hiding her face under the sheet again. When her laughter subsided and she peeked out again, eyes dancing in the dark, she tried a different tactic. "So... how much crap do you think our roommates are going to give us?" Though he was briefly mortified by Sadie's first comment, he quickly regained his composure, once again glad for the darkness. "I think they are going to be very, very smug about this, in that 'ha I totally knew this was going to happen' way," he said, after thinking about it for a moment. He smiled then, because if anything he was the one who should be smug. His thoughts turned to his stepbrother, and whether or not he was a virgin - this would totally be a thing to rub in his face. Note to self: brag. "We'll just have to take the high road." Sadie nodded; it was true that Julieta - and Karim - would pat themselves on the backs for basically forever for setting them up. “Karim too,” she added at this thought, making a face. “Oh, god, I hope he doesn’t tweet about it.” She shifted under the sheet, trying to get comfortable in the limited space they had. Why did boys always take up so much more space? “Do you think anyone important reads his Twitter? I don’t do Twitter,” Or Facebook, not anymore. Girls with secrets couldn’t afford social media. “Like, does it matter? Do people say, like, ‘Hmm what are Vols like, oh look here are some Vols on Twitter’? Who even is on Twitter, aside from Karim?” Sadie was rambling now, but what else was there to do but talk? All of her senses were still blazing, and she wasn’t going to grab her clothes and peace. Maybe she wasn’t in love with Seth, but she wasn’t like that. Seth shrugged, then realized that she couldn't see him shrug. "I don't know. Oh, that guy Jonas is on Twitter. Or he just confuses Twitter with real life, I don't know." He paused then, not only realizing that he just said 'I don't know' twice in about thirty seconds, but also thinking about that Jonas guy. "Though I do think he does have a point about Vols. We're the next logical stage in evolution. That kind of achievement should be celebrated." He couldn't really believe that he was having this conversation at this moment, but what else was he supposed to talk about? The weather? Any number of the sex manuals that were casually strewn around his room? There was a pause as Sadie mulled this over. “I dunno if we’re the next logical stage in evolution,” she said, finally, “But we’re definitely kind of amazing. Not even kind of, we totally are.” She stretched, luxuriating in the moment and in the thought of her powers, her connection with the earth. “You’re right, though. We should be celebrated, not locked away in the middle of nowhere at the end of the world. That is some serious bullshit.” At another time, she might say those words with vigor and anger, the same simmering fury that she’d been maintaining since Christmas. Here, though, it was just a simple statement of fact, safe in the dark. "I don't know, I'm drunk, I'm just saying things," Seth said. Except at that moment he totally thought it was logical: apes -> cavepeople -> humans -> Vols. Duh. He rolled over onto his side as best he could, to face her. "Yeeaaaah I thought this place would be better than...being at home doing nothing. I mean, at least there are people? But the restrictions. I can't really get behind that. It's probably going to make us more likely to act out." This sounded, to him, like an incredibly smart thing to say. He smiled, feeling proud of himself. "Yeah, I'm kind of pissed with myself for going along with it for so long, getting the chip, everything," Sadie agreed, shifting so Seth had room on the narrow bed. Instinctively she tucked the sheet around herself so she could drape one arm over his side, not so much drawing him closer as ensuring that he wouldn't topple off suddenly. "I mean, what rewards even are there for complying? There aren't any, you just give up your freedom and march in line and they're happy, not us." "This is definitely all a part of some elaborate plan," Seth said matter-of-factly. He'd been thinking about it a lot lately, what the possible conspiracy could be, but most of it had him thinking in circles and scribbling weird things in his notebooks - things that, if he were to mysteriously turn up dead one day, would probably be used as evidence for his clinical insanity. "Which is why we should have an equally elaborate plan!" A plan for what, he didn't quite know. Escape? Revenge? "It would have to be pretty elaborate," Sadie agreed, her mood taking a slight turn for the dour. "The way they've got us trapped here, soldiers watching us 24/7, solitary confinement as a punishment, a freakin' forcefield. And, like, basically everyone with useful powers doesn't care that we're imprisoned." She frowned into the pillow, thinking. "I don't get that. I mean, I guess if your life really sucked before, IVI might seem like a step up, but how can they really think they have our best interests at heart? I mean some people drink the kool-aid, like Sam, but I dunno, not everyone can be crazy like him." Seth laughed then, a short bark of a laugh. At least Sadie admitted that her own brother was probably out of his mind. He once again thought about how weird it was that they were having this conversation in bed - in bed!!! - but didn't want to waste time reflecting on it. "Or it could be a Vol breeding program," he said, then realized fully what he was actually saying. Panic crossed his mind but he tried to calm himself, to think about this rationally. "You, uh -- we're safe, right? I mean, I am sure that I followed the proper...procedures, but..." He trailed off, hoping that she would pick up on what he was trying to say without him having to actually say it. Sadie flinched, recoiling from Seth before she realized what she was doing. She tried to make the withdrawal of her arm into a more casual gesture, pushing back her hair. “Uh... yeah, no, totally safe. With the condom, and also I’m on the pill, so. Don’t worry about that,” she said, her reassurances coming out slightly more hoarse than she would have liked. She’d been doing such a good job of not thinking about that, too. She forced a smile. “No tiny Vols here. Besides, if they were trying to breed us and all the free birth control was a lie, then there’d be a lot more preggo Vols around here. It’s definitely been long enough, and I’ve heard all about what happens at Pub Night.” Seth let out a sigh of relief. No tiny Vols! That was a cause for celebration. Not that he had been hugely worried about it before, but it was always good to make sure of these things. Just in case. He'd never actually seen an episode of 16 and Pregnant but something told him that he did not want that to be his life. He yawned, a wave of sleepiness suddenly overtaking him. "Cool, cool," he said finally. "This was fun, by the way. I am open to the possibility of revisiting -- " he stopped and then backtracked, realizing how off-puttingly formal he was starting to sound, "I mean, we could do this again." Not that Seth could see enough in the dark to tell the difference, but Sadie’s strained smile softened. God, he was such a dork sometimes. A cute, endearing, ridiculous dork. “Yeah, okay,” she said lightly, relaxing back into the space next to him that she’d just cringed away from. “I’d be down for that.” It wasn’t long before the sound of his breathing evened out. Curled up in the sheet, Sadie waited for sleep to take her, too. But it wasn’t oblivion that crept up on her, lying there on that tiny twin bed. Instead, that old familiar guilt started to gnaw at her, eating away at the brief moment of peace and fun she’d found. After a while, she decided that Seth was fast enough asleep that she could slip out without disturbing him. Julieta’s prying demands would be way better company than her own thoughts. In just a few minutes, she’d quietly gotten dressed, tidied up evidence of their deed and covered Seth with his blanket by the light of her phone before tip-toeing out the door. Nolan would be happy, at least, to have the room back; she keyed off a quick text to her teammate, and headed back to the girls’ dorm. |