Wow you seriously have a problem with me, don't you? Well you know what, Nate, you know fuck all about me, so why don't you stop being a judgmental dick.
Please, enlighten me. Because between the shit you pulled at the queue and now you're stealing my shit? I'm not seeing much reason to think I've got you all wrong.
I've got nothing to prove to you. And I'm not fucking stealing, it's a bit of butter on some toast. I'm not a thief, and I'm not a womaniser, even though you seem to have decided I am. So I jumped a queue, it doesn't fucking make me hitter.
Yeah whatever. [ and on that he will walk right the fuck out. The next day he replenishes the butter and the jam. Sadly, it's cheap crap but the thought is there. ]
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[ some more time later and Matt is on the way back to the halls with a McDonald's for his gourmet dinner. Trouble is when he gets there the building is locked off and surrounded by troubled looking staff holding paperwork and talking about contractors. ]
[Nate is also less than excited. But he just turns to leave to find out where's he's being put up and who he's stuck with. He instantly regrets that choice because ignorance was bliss.]
You're the one with the stick up your ass, mate. I tell it like I see it, that's all. And don't worry, I'll go to the office, get them to room me somewhere else. Wouldn't want to disturb your art and all that.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. [Reluctantly, he heads inside with Matt. They tell them to be quick but don't keep them from heading in.
Nate heads for his room, leaving the door open and immediately feeling his chest tighten. The piece he was working on is entirely ruined, soaked in the spot on the floor he had left it, propped against the wall to dry.]
Fuck... [He mutters before going to grab a back and stuff some clothes into it. His motions are more intense, angry, upset. He was proud of that piece.]
[ Matt's room is... right by Nate's. Hmm, okay maybe that explains a lot about the loud noise. There's not too much he's bothered about, grabbing a couple of tshirts and the pile of sheet music up into a folder. His cheap keyboard thankfully safe in its padded case, which he slings over his shoulder before heading back to the corridor and mooching on into Nate's open door.
It's then he sees the damaged painting, but it isn't the damage he sees, it's straight past that. ]
Fuck did you do that? [ Hi he's here, he wasn't invited. ]
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So. Nate. What you studying? Because if it's being a knob then you're definitely going to get a first.
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Spoilers: he won't.]
But my name's not Nate. Or is Nathaniel too much for you to remember?
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So what sort of artist are you then, Nate? A piss artist?
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Bit of drawing and sculpting when it strikes me.
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Won't even ask you to pay me. Call it even for the jam.
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Fine. Whatever.
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[ some more time later and Matt is on the way back to the halls with a McDonald's for his gourmet dinner. Trouble is when he gets there the building is locked off and surrounded by troubled looking staff holding paperwork and talking about contractors. ]
What's going on?
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Sorry, what? Like a water pipe? Fuck, I've got-! [His paintings, though...]
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You're all being put in temporary acomodation. Dorm rooms. There's a list on the wall. [ The guy responds vaguely ]
Dorm rooms? Like sharing?
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You've got to be fucking kidding me...
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Guessing you're Nathan Jones.
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Bloody rotten luck. [He grumbles under his breath.]
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Yeah, you do that.
[prick]
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[ HUFFFFFF ]
Look do you need to get in there and get any stuff?
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Come on, they've got to let us in to pack a bag, even if the place is fucked.
[ And they try and do(?) get let in?? ]
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Nate heads for his room, leaving the door open and immediately feeling his chest tighten. The piece he was working on is entirely ruined, soaked in the spot on the floor he had left it, propped against the wall to dry.]
Fuck... [He mutters before going to grab a back and stuff some clothes into it. His motions are more intense, angry, upset. He was proud of that piece.]
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It's then he sees the damaged painting, but it isn't the damage he sees, it's straight past that. ]
Fuck did you do that? [ Hi he's here, he wasn't invited. ]
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