Dean Thomas (thecartoonist) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-08-16 18:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean thomas, eileen snape |
Who: Dean and Eileen (Also open to Hannah if she wishes!)
Where: Bungalow #17
When: Monday evening
What: Housemate things
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete
The island was weird. Dean would give it that. It had been a few days since his arrival, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He was almost definite it wasn't some illusion, but it still felt like he was in a very dream-like state. There was no possible way that some of the island's inhabitants could possibly be there and living. And there was no magic and he was housed with two females that were most definitely not his fiance. Other than that, he liked the place. At least he didn't have to sit in an office all day long.
He had spent a long afternoon behind his bungalow, where he had started a small garden. Dean had been assigned as a farmer, which luckily he knew a few things about from the vegetables his mother and sister had kept in England. Right now there were only a few dozen seeds in the ground, but if the weather remained warm it wouldn't be long until there were fresh vegetables growing. Sweating through his shirt, he took that as a cue to call it a day and he returned to the house. He hadn't seen much of his two roommates, as it seemed they had rather different schedules. He knew one to be a former classmate, but the other woman he was unfamiliar with.
Entering the bedroom, he realized he wasn't alone. "Oh, uh, hello," he greeted rather awkwardly, stopping in the doorway.