Rio had called Mark to his office and even if he knew his friend would tell him he was a little crazy when he obsessed with a subject, it wouldn't be the last time, and this time he had a serious motive for his obsessive need to try to pull all the things he had found in chronological order. He heard Mark coming and before his friend could even knock he was already bringing him in "Come, okay, so hear me out, I know we are a little town paper and things are supposed to be more calm here, but let's face it, we have written about things far worst than the events at the ball, so why not try to find answers. Because I think the town deserves a little more than just a motivating editorial about healing and condolence. I have been trying to gather around pictures, and invitations, and a list of names, not just of the people there, but several gangs that work around this part of the country."
Victor hadn’t been sure how often he’d actually get to take advantage of the opportunity to go into town during the free days. But he had gotten a chance to do a little bit of shopping over the weekend. Time to himself – something he desperately needed after a week of camp activities.
It wasn’t the only reason he’d went, but he could remember Mark mentioning something about running out of his favorite eyeliner. Since he was at the store anyway, he picked some up.
When he got back to the cabin, he put the new eyeliner with the rest of his roommate’s makeup and wordlessly went to take a seat.
@plcstics / bc we missed adam lots & he liked for a starter.
“You know, you don’t get to come in here and act like everything is okay. You want to say something to me -- you really need to SAY something to me -- besides of ignoring the ELEPHANT in the room. Seriously, Mark -- just tell me -- the damn truth, I deserve it. You aren’t dying and neither am I. So just ---- tell me because I’m going insane. I AM turning into a crazy person.”
Rio kept looking at the screen thinking how to finish, he truly enjoyed writing stories, but lately, it seemed like he had found an author blocks, he wasn’t sure if it had to do with the news lately, then more than fictions all he seemed to be doing were writing just editorial articles or just news, more than anything fictional. He closed his eyes for a moment to focus on the music that was playing, that he didn’t even listen to when someone came into his office until the second Mark’s voice made him jump and open his eyes immediately “Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack man. What’s up?”
Victor wasn’t sure why he was being summoned to the dance room. He could only assume it had something to do with the sound system, but he had to wonder what problem was confusing enough to actually need his expertise.
He stepped into the room and gave his roommate a wave. “Hey.” He cleared his throat. “What did you need me for, exactly?”
“you know just calling someone to the nurse’s station is a weird way to get someone to talk to you,” she called over the desk looking at the back of Mark’s head. “--Unless you were definitely not who called me.”
