#n8-shaw

[averyzhao]

CLOSED STARTER for @n8-shaw WHEN: Whenever Nate returns after his time in the hospital LOCATION: Nate and Avery’s Dorm, #207 in Alcott

Avery was largely dead after Casino Night. She wasn’t any better the next morning, feeling sluggish and gross despite all the sleep she had. She only dragged herself out of bed when the need to pee became too much. It was on her way back from the toilet that she first decided to check on Nate, see if he was home. She knocked twice. When there was no answer, she called out his name. When that didn’t work, she twisted the knob and peered into his room, a bit on edge until she saw he wasn’t there at all which explained the silence. She sighed and shook her head, figuring Nate had gone home with someone last night and that’s why he was nowhere to be found. But then the day went on, you know? Avery eventually showered, and Nate still wasn’t back. Then she went to go and get food, ate and talked to some people, returned and Nate still wasn’t home. She texted him then, a silly her pussy must be out of this world because there was no other explanation for Nate’s absence. It was when the sun went down and it was no longer light out that Avery finally acknowledged the concern niggling at the back of her head. Nate hadn’t rocked up to their dorm yet. Nor had he replied to her text. Where was he?

Her roommate was decorated with bruises and butterfly bandages when he finally stepped through the door of their dorm. Nearly two days after Casino Night. You could imagine how much Avery’s anxiety had bubbled during that time. She refrained from contacting him beyond that first text, knowing he was a grown man who didn’t need her concern. From the looks of it, she wasn’t wrong to have some though. The sight of Nate’s injuries pushed Avery up to her feet, at once forgetting the person she was in the midst of typing a reply to on her phone. “Nate, what the hell happened to you?” She asked, pocketing her device, voice heavy with concern as she approached him.

[aletheapierce]

closed starter: @n8-shaw​ when: saturday nov 5th  where: headed off campus

she had definitely lured nate out under false pretenses. well not false but...not exactly true. she had asked him to meet her at her car for them to take a trip into town. so they could go to lunch with her mother. who had decided to pay a visit for some reason. and alethea couldn’t face her alone, ollie and monty were a bit too unpredictable to bring along and booker would make her mother too happy. so nate it was. 

“hey, so uh, i figured we could stop by a store right quick before we go to lunch.” alethea smiled as nate approached, hoping he wouldn’t think them some sort of psycho. “my mom will be buying, so get whatever the hell you want.” 

[averyzhao]

CLOSED STARTER for @n8-shaw​ LOCATION: Nate and Avery’s room, #207 in Alcott Dorm

Wherever Avery went in life, a makeshift recording studio followed. (If it was allowed.)  She always dedicated a portion of whatever space was hers to it. Across from her bed, there was a long desk pushed against the wall with all of the things she needed to turn an idea into a song atop of it. An iMac flanked with studio monitors, an audio interface, a small analog mixer (digital ones were alright but she had a preference), a Roland sampler, an MPK mini, a proper keyboard, and of course, her trusty Sony MDR-7506 and a mic from Rode. They were choices any passionate musician would gush over.

“Hey Goliath,” she called from her corner of her and Nate’s dorm. She smiled when she got his attention. “Come here. I could use your help with something.”

[reinaazarolla]

💭 for mari, 😵 for nate

Send 💭 for my muse’s first impression of yours.

Reina definitely thought,damn she's tall, like really tall and freaking gorgeous.

Send 😵 for a random headcanon between our muses.

I feel like shortly after joining the Boxing Club, Reina was insistent on sparring with Nate just to see if she would last long, she did grow up taking self defense/martial arts/fighting classes but she had never gone up against a giant. A 6'5" man against a 5'1" woman, did she think she'd win absolutely not but that didn't stop her from wanting to try.

[snxwflxwers]

who: @n8-shaw where: gym when: morning

When her mother told her that it was good to start the day with a lot of physical exercise, boxing was surely not what she had in mind. Jiwon got into it when she was a very young teenager with a lot more repressed anger, and throughout the years, it became a crutch to deal with the many emotions that would never reach her facial expression. She still remembered the fear in her peers' eyes when they would find out she occasionally competed in such a violent sport. She had never had any behavioral issues, but her reputation as a bitch seemed to precede her enough to justify their reaction. She had never attacked anyone, it was apparently needed to make clear, except for the many competitions she took part in. She didn't mind adding to the lore, though. If everyone were to think she was aggressive for no reason, might as well give them reason.

It had become a routine to wake up and pay a visit to the local gym, where she would train until her body was sore enough to quiet her mind. A tall order when it was just after Thanksgiving, the moment when the pressure to be a perfectly social doll was the highest.

Still, after an hour of training, she was tired enough to head to the nearest coffee shop to study. After taking a shower in the locker room, Jiwon was holding a duffel bag with assorted workout gear and the dirty clothes she'd been using before, she saw a familiar face from one of her many clubs. "Hi, Nate." She said, touching her hair awkwardly (truthfully, she was too tired from the workout to flex her facial muscles). "Didn't know we had the same gym."

[quinneths]

𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕨  𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

          ———      ⁂      There he was, milling around, right in her way. It seemed like everywhere Quinn looked nowadays, Nate had nestled himself in some corner or other. His tall figure haunted her peripheral vision. After years of on-again-off-again hatefucking she had made a point of avoiding him after her freshman year. She summered in the city instead of The Hamptons, hoping to stave off the dirty magnetism they'd let fester between them. She had guessed, at some point, that being on the same campus would mean she couldn't avoid him forever. She hadn't guessed it would be over some damn popcorn. Quinn reached up and tapped on his shoulder.

                      ❝   Are  you  getting  something  from  the  stand                             or  are  you  just  here  to  be  a  nuisance  ?   ❞

[leakywright]

closed starter: @n8-shaw​ where: backyard of pike when: halloweekend 

the worst part of this mario costume was in fact having to pee. the fake stomach was shoved to the side as leaky found his way next to a bush, which he was frankly surprised was still alive considering how often it got peed and puked on. but it was a relief for sure. with a sigh he turned his head to catch a glimpse of nate wandering as well. “sup man.” leaky nodded as he fixed himself, making sure his padding was back in place. “having a good night so far?” 

[aletheapierce]

closed starter: @n8-shaw​ when: october 15  where: outside a house party

the party hadn’t been a rager, more of a easy-going kickback as people milled in and out, alethea being one of them. but they weren’t finding much comfort or fun with the loosely familiar faces or strangers who smiled at her and handed her red plastic cups. was it the company or the party? they weren’t completely sure so instead they had wandered outside, settling on the sidewalk, their knees tucked up toward the chest. 

and a familiar face walked by, causing alethea to look up, offering a small smile. “nate! hey!” they called with a wave, staying seated but moved to allow space in case he wanted to join. “been a minute since i’ve seen you.” she smiled at him, a mixture of curiosity and hopefulness.