nathan hill (sweatband) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-06-17 01:25:00 |
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Current mood: | pensive |
decisions
Who: Trix and Nate
Where: In the snow!
When: Day 9; mid-morning
It had been a late night switching between watching Daphne's and Camber's parties on live feed, but Nate still woke up early the next morning, only to stare at the ceiling for a while. Disappointment fueled his first conscious thought, about his lack of action the day before when Experiment B had been let loose to mingle for the first time. Nate knew if he kept up his shy act he wasn't going to make any money by the end of the year, and also, if he was honest with himself, the thought of losing any value he had among the others living on the fourth floor also weighed heavily on his mind. The bottom line was he couldn't tiptoe around everyone anymore. The scientists had invited him for a specific purpose, and really, they'd given him tools that more than compensated for his lack of tact and intelligence.
That was how he found himself out of his room bright and early to steal a ready-made breakfast (leftovers from the night before) from the fridge, and then, eventually, outside in the cold. Nate wasn't really dressed for the weather, though he was wearing heavy boots instead of his new sneakers, and they helped keep his feet dry. He pulled at the drawstrings on the collar of his black and white hoodie, tightening it up around his neck. There was a apparently a hedge maze outside, and he wanted to see if he could check it out.
In the back of his mind, Nate knew that escaping the house was just another way to avoid people, but he kept on trudging through the deep snow. He'd already started his trek outward, so he might as well continue it.