Blaine's Bunk

Ooc: Okey dokey

Bic: Blaine's eyes slowly opened around five in the morning. Foster was nowhere to be seen as usual and Blaine still had on his clothes from the previous day. His confusion quickly turned into understanding as he remembered his movie night with Josephine.

Josephine woke up, her hair all tangled. "Dude..." She rubbed her eyes and sat up. "When did I pass out?"

He unwrapped his arms around her and stretched, yawning. "Don't know. I looked down after the movie and there you were." Blaine smirked. "Out like a light."

Josephine laughed and stood up. "Damn. You want food? I can run down to the cafeteria and get something." She stretched her arms.

"I could go down there with you." Blaine suggested. "The harpies will still be out. And we could probably just eat in the mess hall."

Josephine thought about it. "Okay." She caught her reflection in a mirror and grimaced. "Eww my hair is horrible!" She quickly combed it with her fingers.

Blaine burst in laughter...until he caught sight of his own reflection. "Ah, damn." He grimaced and began to just braid it straight back. Having his hair was both a blessing and a curse. It had a mind of its own.

Josephine laughed at him. "Doesn't feel so good now does it?" She stuck out her tongue at him.

Blaine stuck his tongue out in return. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just go already before I decide to throw you." Blaine slipped on his sunglasses and stood.

"You can't throw me." Josephine laughed as she walke out of the cabin.

"We could try to prove that." Blaine laughed and jogged to catch up as he exited.

Ooc: fireworks?

Ooc: Yup. I'm it?

Ooc: haha yep. I'll post first next time

Blaine walked inside of his cabin slowly and quietly, ignoring most of the questionable stares directed his way. The regular lights were still on in the cabin, so Blaine turned them off in exchange for the oil lamps. A hand stopped his.
"Whoa, there. We actually like the lights, Mr. Nocturnal." The guy said. Blaine wasn't even sure if they were siblings or not. He looked away.
"I can't see in the bright light. I always turn these on." Blaine spoke calmly.
"Well things change. You should learn." And then Blaine's fist met the guy's jaw and the boy fell unconscious. Blaine looked to the others.
"Does anyone else not like oil lamps? No? Good." He turned on the lamps and sat on his bed, wrapping up his bruised hand. Eventually, he fell asleep.