Who: Frankie and Trudy Where: Outside of the Terra dorm When: After curfew Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Oh, curfews, right. Those were rules they put in place so that you'd actually, you know, obey them. But when you were an insomniac like Frankie, who spent most nights hunched over his laptop busily typing away on message boards and forums, curfews meant nothing at all. Around 12:30 he stretched, glancing at the window. It was clear outside, velvet black. Too quiet in this room; he couldn't hear anyone down the hall playing music or anything like that. It was like people actually slept around here, which he knew couldn't be the case in all situations.
Slowly he pulled on his Converse and jacket, grimacing. He knew that unless he ran into a human being, he wouldn't get caught; he could make it so any security precautions were disabled at a well-aimed thought and a moment worth of concentration. Pushing his disheveled hair out of his eyes, Frankie ventured out of his room and down through the lobby of the Animus house, emerging silently out into the night air.
It was brisk enough to make him zip his coat over the flannel shirt and tee he wore beneath, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He wanted to light a cigarette but being caught out after curfew would be bad enough; being caught smoking on school grounds would apparently be worse, if you believed Femi and the rulebook.
Sighing, Frankie was letting his mind wander as he walked, unsure if he really had any destination in mind. He liked the crunch of the ground under his soles and his brain was picking apart past conversations. He hadn't lied when he'd told Leif why he needed pot; his brain operated at such a quick hyperactive rate that it was hard for him to focus, making it damned near impossible to get any sleep most of the time.
He was thinking about what Audrey had said, about asking Annie to the formal, when he heard a sound. He glanced up with surprised green eyes and realized he'd walked right over to Terra house, and someone else was coming out the door in ninja stealth mode. He caught a glimpse of coppery hair in the porch light and drew in a breath. He recognized it, he thought. The girl who had been all over Ira on Valentine's Day, right? Maybe?
He ventured a little closer, not wanting to scare her.
"Nice night for a walk," he stage-whispered when he was a few yards away.