71 Serendipity, Thursday Afternoon

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell hadn't burst into song or dance all day; whatever bug was hitting the island had passed him by completely for whatever reason, not that he even knew. He wasn't even in any mood to keep himself busy with something immature, such as making a mess to spite his roommate.

It wasn't a bad day. It wasn't a good day. It was just a day, and he was draped over the couch with the CD player on at a medium volume, smoking and gazing at the window. Thinking, perhaps, about a few things - thinking very much not about the concept of running away, and whether that was what he was doing. Thinking not about if he'd manage it, or anything of the ilk.

Simple thoughts about the spin of the universe. A hobbyist's touch if you stuck around for long enough. You got bored with violence sometimes, given a long enough timeframe. Not forever, but it stopped being something... inherent in the general scheme of it.

Or perhaps it simply made him even more dangerous. That was something he didn't want to think about, either.

So he tapped his hand, cigarette and all, gently against his knee on the beat of the music. "In a foreign town with a morning sound man, I can find my way around."

He took a long drag of his cigarette as the music played on.

"Cos in three days I'll be out of here, and it's not a day too soon..."

Mitchell was over a hundred years old. He didn't need a magic bug to distract his days, and he certainly didn't need it to amplify the sound of Johnny Cash's 'Hurt' or its like in his ears.

[[ somewhat 'stablishy, but open for SP to any visitors or the roomie ]]

Comments

[bitten_notshy]

[So Very OOC: I read this post and all I think is that Sebastien needs to meet Mitchell, and vice versa. Damned philosophical, weary vampires.]

[chosehumanity]

[[ i would so very much not say no to that! ]]

[uptheziggurat.livejournal.com]

His roommate, of course, chose that peaceful and thoughtful moment to come banging through the door, shouting.

"I didn't think I could actually hate anyplace more than where I was, but I think this island might have the market cornered on ill-timed moments of insanity."

[chosehumanity]

It certainly jarred Mitchell out of his thoughts. He glanced up and over the arm of the couch, lifting his cigarette to his mouth almost in reflex. "Yeah? Now I thought you did."

[uptheziggurat.livejournal.com]

"When do you have your classes?" he asked without much prompting. And a glare, must not forget the glare.

[chosehumanity]

"Tuesdays," Mitchell replied.

He was... more than a little happy to smoke in the face of that glare. Rimmer was not as intimidating as he'd like to think.

[uptheziggurat.livejournal.com]

About as intimidating as a teacup poodle, really, but it would be about as hard to dissuade him from his glaring as the poodle.

"Nothing happens on Tuesdays, no, you don't have to deal with breaking out into song in the midst of your lesson plan. Of course not. No, no, just me. Just Rimmer, as per smegging usual."

[chosehumanity]

He shot Rimmer an idle look. "It can't have been that bad."

No, Mitchell. No.

"Besides, I had Thursdays last term. Nothing happened." Beat. "Except for the alligators, but..." he shrugged.

[[ and i is the editing queen. ahem, sorry! ]]

[uptheziggurat.livejournal.com]

[sorry this took me AGES]

"...I assure you, it was that bad. In fact, if you were to look up 'that bad' in some form of dictionary, you would see a footnote leading you to a description of my class today."

Rimmer sneered.

"Oh, just alligators. Alligators anyone can handle. Alligators. And I assume this place switched days just to be difficult."