nathan hill (sweatband) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-04-03 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01-03, damon, nate |
Who: Damon and Nate
Where: Mostly Damon's room
When: Day 3; evening
Rating: R
The sun had set on their third day cooped up on the fourth floor, and Nate was bored of watching the camera footage. He'd been doing so on and off all day, and he'd actually jot down a few half-hearted notes. It was still interesting to spy on everyone downstairs without their knowledge, but he didn't like sitting on his ass for hours. Like many others on the fourth floor, he was really missing his exercise routine.
Eventually, Nate lifted himself up from his computer chair and paced around his room as he pondered what he could do to pass the time. He'd sort of been avoiding everyone else so he could escape those awkward conversations when two people realized they'd already run through introductions and didn't have anything else to say. All of his previous interactions with the others on his floor hadn't been run of the mill meet and greets, but Nate had been doing really well with the social aspect of the experiment so far and he was in no hurry to trash his easygoing image. Being a recluse wouldn't do either, though. Sighing, Nate scratched his forehead beneath the brim of his purple cap, guessing he should stop hiding and see if there was anything left for dinner.
Once he reached the dumbwaiter in the linen closet, he wrinkled his nose at its emptiness. It was way past dinner time so he wasn't surprised, but it still annoyed him. Looking up to where he thought a camera might be, Nate frowned at the unremarkable patch of ceiling he saw there. "I'm hungry," he said, very deliberately. Maybe the scientistes would take the hint, or maybe they'd already gone home for the night.
After a few still minutes, Nate closed the dumbwaiter doors none-too-gently and left the closet, muttering. "I hate being on a schedule."