nathan hill (sweatband) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-03-08 11:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01-02, madison, nate |
Who: Madison and Nate
When: Day 2; late afternoon
Where: Common area
Day two was going smoothly. He'd managed to have a successful conversation with Daphne earlier, which was surprising considering his usual level of conversation fail. Nate knew it was because they'd had common things to talk about, those things being being the experiment, the people downstairs, and reasons - even if they were false - that they'd come to live in the mansion.
Afterward, he'd retreated to his room for a while, going back to the computer to see if anyone was doing anything interesting, and that was when he stumbled across the camera feed of their own upstairs common room. One of Nate's eyebrows lifted high on his forehead as he thought back to the conversation he'd had with Daphne, and he finally realized what she'd been saying. Clicking down the list, he discovered feeds for his floormates' rooms, and the experiment got a whole lot more interesting.
After spying on all of the other nine fourth floor participants for a little while, Nate left his computer and headed out of his room in bare feet. He was already jealous of the people downstairs. They had so much to do, and upstairs they didn't even have free weights or a pool table to keep them busy. He knew if he continued to sit in his room and stare at the computer screen he'd get even more restless than he already was, and he wasn't sure how good an idea that was when they hadn't even reached the halfway point of being locked upstairs for one week.
For a while, Nate lounged on a sofa alone and smoked. He thought about going back to his room to force himself to take a nap, or maybe just to get the lone book he'd brought with him so he could read, but then something else occurred to him. There were a lot of cushions around. Fast forward about fifteen minutes, and Nate was (with a burning cigarette in his mouth) busily piling numerous couch and chair cushions on top of each other to make a fort, which he crouched down to stick his head into after he was sure his structure so far was solid. Maybe someone was watching him in their room, and maybe someone would come out and make fun of him, but it wasn't like there was anything else to do, and he'd say that to anyone who questioned him. They could all deal with it.