Thread: Brothers and their Trespasse(r)s WHO: Davian and Paxton Rivera WHERE: Davian's room WHEN: January 1st, late morning
He had arrived early. After being greeted by the Groundskeeper and settling his luggage into his room, Paxton wandered around. It seemed the Academy was oddly quiet, nobody stirring. Paxton had spent New Year's Eve, 12 o'clock, in the airplane, watching the world celebrate it below. Still, it hadn't bothered him. This was his chance, his big shot at making something out of his life. What better to place was there to spend it than on the proverbial threshold?
The Groundskeeper's already grim face has seemed to grow more cantankerous when Paxton brought up one Davian. It seemed that the little Rivera had gotten himself a reputation. Good for him. Without caring too much, the Groundskeeper told Paxton where he would be able to find Davian's room. In House Kitsune, the one with the Phoenix mural. (Why wouldn't there be a mural of a kitsune?) He even gave Paxton a room number. Paxton thanked him.
Davian's room was empty. That wasn't unexpected. Davian's room was also a mess. That was expected as well. Paxton rummaged through the room, idly cleaning up empty OJ-cartons and throwing out empty weed-baggies. Davian's stash of liquor and weed was barely hidden, and Paxton found a better places, wrapping it in some clothing Davian barely seemed to wear. (They were in the wardrobe, and they were semi-neatly folded.) He couldn't imagine the use for the empty bucket, but it wasn't a trash can. Paxton put it by the door.
After that, Paxton made the bed, took off his neat loafers and settled on the bed. He started up the Rosetta Stone app on his phone, continuing with the French language. Now all he had to do was wait for his little brother.