Fandom High Dormitories

There was a nervous artist kid sitting on a roof, with a foot tapping nervously, biting his lip enough that it might start bleeding if he wasn't careful. See, he had made a decision to do something tomorrow afternoon. By 1;37 tomorrow afternoon, to be exact, so he needed to practice. It needed to be perfect. Annette told him he should just be honest and go with what he felt, but that got someone like A.J. in trouble a lot. He'd alway used the roof at Empire to think out loud to himself; on a day like this, he figured the roof at Fandom could serve the same purpose.

"Beauty," he started awkwardly, drawing in a breath and talking to an invisible other person. "I've gotta tell you something. It's about how I feel about you. I ... I, er, I really, really, really ... oh, God." He dropped his head in frustration, that pathway closed off before it even started, and tried again. Deep breath. "Uh...you know that feeling you get when you get out a hot bath and you just feel really...refreshed...and nice? Well ... you make me feel like...you make me feel like a bath? Ugh." Yeah, that one was pretty much awful. This was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. So not any good with words. Maybe... "..You're like vanilla ice cream...French vanilla ice cream! Yeah...."

...Nooooo. He closed his eyes and grunted. Man, he was useless at this, oh God...

He might be there for a while. Or at least until shop class.


[[ swiped directly from canon, yay, 'cause I'm a neeeeerd. Roof is open, as roofs tend to be. ]]

Although he'd spent a proper day afk brooding, A.J. was still feeling upset about that whole thing with Annette coming in the other day. And the more the thought about it, the more angsty emo upset he got. Maybe, yeah maybe she didn't know any better. But Annette was smarter than that! She had to have known what she was doing, and if she knew what she was doing...

Because he most likely didn't have the strength to put his aggression out in most forms, he did it through his painting. He'd laid down a big canvas on the floor, picked up a few brushes at once, each dipped in certain paints and just slashed and stabbed and dotted and streaked wherever it felt right, or effective. Jackson Pollack on moody, teenaged boy angst, as A.J. tried to figure out the conundrum of the fact that he always seemed to want what he couldn't have, and then what he could just....He hoped to find the answers in the paint. He'd title this piece "Solution to a Problem about Love that's Not as Messy as Blowing Out your Brains."


[[ open roof is open ]]

Ahh, yes, the roof. Excellent place to paint; even better place to think and try to work things out for A.J. It was always where he went at Empire, after all, and, while there wasn't a big neon sign to tinker with, there was an excellent view. Last night had ended...pretty well, and Superhero class was a fun distraction, and then A.J. tried to work a bit on a project, but couldn't focus. He had to try to figure out this whole Troy thing.

But the more he thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. Because while he liked what he had with Troy a lot, he didn't think he really wanted the something more that Troy seemed to want. In fact, the only person he could even begin to imagine something like that with was Corey...

But what could he tell Troy? Nothing, apparently, that A.J. wasn't going to say to himself first, because he was sitting there, talking to himself as he tried to figure it out.

"I still need more time, Troy," he tried, then grunted, shaking his head. "Yeah, right, that's only going to work for so..." He tried again. "Okay, so, Troy." He steeled himself to the imaginary image in front of him of his roommate. "You know, like, when they come out with a new flavor of ice cream, and you really like that new flavor, but there's an old classic that you can't stop going back to..."

"Ice cream? What the hell is my fixation with ice cream? Okay, no ice cream. Or maybe...because it's more like you just need time before the new flavor can be like the class-- Ugh, no, that's stupid. So maybe..."

"Paintings. Like modern art versus classical...yeah, there we go..."

A.J. gave another disgusted grunt. "That's stupid, too. God...maybe..."

He was going to be at this for a while probably...

[[ open like an open thing ]]

It might be best not to ask how A.J. got big pieces of plywood up on the roof. He wasn't entirely sure, either, but they were there and so were his paints and it was a gorgeously misty kind of day, perfect for inspiration, and so he was going to have some fun.

It might be best not to ask how A.J. planned on moving them once he was done, either.


[[ open! Having Monday off = calm before the storm! ]]

While A.J. seemed to be busy crawling on the floor of the gym with a tape measure, Troy was bouncing excitedly as he waited for the cast and crew to come in. First rehearsal! A.J. was starting to wish he'd brought a tarp, because Troy looked about ready to explode with excitement and, well, quite frankly, A.J. didn't want to clean up the mess.

"Okay, guys," Troy said, "we're going to break up into two group; actor-types, you're going with me and we'll warm up and go over scripts. Tech-types, you're stuck with A.J."

A.J. let the tape measure snap shut dramatically and let out an evil chuckle. "Mwa ha ha. By the way, Aly is our awesome adviser, and without her, we wouldn't be able to do this, so I suggest we bombard her with gratitude, pie, and muffins. Great, big muffins." Not dirty. Mostly.

"Okay, lots of work to do! Let's get going!"


[[ Up early, due to me having work later and Troy being abducted until the evening. Troy, by the way, was tooootally modded with permission. Please to be waiting for the OCD! It be up! ]]

Slumped comfortably on the couch, A.J. sat sketching, with a very untouched sandwich sitting on a plate on the nearby endtable. He was working on a new piece of abstract art and ended up getting rather engrossed in it. To a point where he not only forgot about the sandwich, but he was also forgetting about where he was, what he was doing, what it was about. Entirely caught up in the moment. He loved when the art took on a force of its own and simply seemed to be using him and his pencils as a channel for giving them life....


[[ open, of course, as common rooms are, yay! ]]

This is A.J.

A.J. had impending Wake-Up-Way-Too-Early-Time on Monday, so he was trying to get as much sleep in as he could today. Which is why he had just woken up and was shuffling into the common room for 'breakfast,' very unaware of anything strange or anachronistic going on at the moment.

Mmmm, cereal. Mmmmm, ignorance. Hey, cartoons. Sweet.


[[ common room, yo. feel free to make him cry over what he's been missing Two teenage boys + Dinosaurs = so gone. room is empty, unless anyone wants to finish A.J.'s cereal. ]]