* open starter // @chatsworthinfo
‘ fuck, fuck fuck !! ’ was today’s mantra. from oversleeping, a terrible hangover headache, a lack of rolling papers to the grand shitshow finale -- rhyland was locked out of the dorms without his access card, which was probably upstairs in the pants he’d worn yesterday. his phone was dead from being out late studying, and not one person had walked by in ten minutes. an agitated growl is followed in quick succession by the sound of him raking his lighter against his thumb in a desperate attempt to light his last cigarette in what was turning out to be a torrential downpour. his only solace was just a foot of space on the frigid staircase where the wind couldn’t cut him in half while he waited for someone to walk to by, though it wasn’t enough to stop him from getting soaked. he exhales with a bitter slip of ‘ i fucking hate mondays. ’










