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outsiderslogs2013-02-07 09:44 pm
traineeassistantdirector) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-02-07 09:44 pm
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O Canada [closed]
who. Canada and Tony Foster
what. Heading toward roommatedom
where. The residential area
when. Eveningish, as people blunder around looking for space
warnings. Politeness and moose? Nah, nothing.
Tony had never been very good at putting himself forward. Back in gradeschool, the teacher's announcement that they should find partners had paralyzed him and he'd stood awkwardly until he was arbitrarily paired with whoever else was left over. Now he drifted nervously, hoping he might find an unclaimed living space where he could just camp out unnoticed. He was perfectly aware that it was a bad idea for both avoiding the ire of the very readily irritated authorities and wouldn't make integrating easy, but it was hard not to be contrary about it.
So he meandered, poking nervously with his toe at doors and then deciding against it, occasionally planning to say hello to people and realizing he wasn't sure what he wanted to say, then losing the thread and missing his chance, and being distracted by the crazy situation on top of it all. He was a crabby Tony in pretty short order.
what. Heading toward roommatedom
where. The residential area
when. Eveningish, as people blunder around looking for space
warnings. Politeness and moose? Nah, nothing.
Tony had never been very good at putting himself forward. Back in gradeschool, the teacher's announcement that they should find partners had paralyzed him and he'd stood awkwardly until he was arbitrarily paired with whoever else was left over. Now he drifted nervously, hoping he might find an unclaimed living space where he could just camp out unnoticed. He was perfectly aware that it was a bad idea for both avoiding the ire of the very readily irritated authorities and wouldn't make integrating easy, but it was hard not to be contrary about it.
So he meandered, poking nervously with his toe at doors and then deciding against it, occasionally planning to say hello to people and realizing he wasn't sure what he wanted to say, then losing the thread and missing his chance, and being distracted by the crazy situation on top of it all. He was a crabby Tony in pretty short order.