Characters: Morrison and OPEN
Location: The school roof
Time: Anytime anyday
Content: Morrison is doing what he does best: pretty much nothing. But he can't avoid people forever, right?
Format: Whichever, I'm starting in prose
Warnings: nothing you wouldn't expect from a moody teen
Wow, the last few days had been a real bust of the highest order. Evil statues, time travel, death letters, and a mild heart attack, all rolled up into one delightful experience. And his mom was out there worrying if he was safe or not, pssssh.
Morrison paced about the rooftop, not so much with worry as with aimlessness. He'd never much worried about what to occupy himself with for the couple months since he'd first arrived at the school, quite content with finding somewhere remote and just listening to the Music through his own personal brand of therapy. But now he had things to think about, and energy he needed to expend, and a distinct need for distractions.
He peeked over the side of the roof. Maybe he could try back on that spitting on people idea. It would be a suitably mindless pastime.