004 Hope Estheim - [Action]

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

[Hope is having a good time keeping up with all his book heavy classes. And by that? I mean he's sitting with a take-out cup of tea at a table in the cafeteria two sets of books infront of him. His pad is lying open with his pen alternating between his right hand and his mouth and the page of course.

He sips the tea and rubs his eye. How long had he been here again? Yet he could not make Global Stratification exciting to him. The definitions the applications and everything about it was just not getting him interested like the other subjects. The system of inequalities between the countries of this world weren't really capturing his attention. But, compared to the Physics and Biology books on his table, it was more interesting.

Book subjects? Why did he take so many book heavy subjects. He drops his pen and puts his head on his paper. He takes a couple of deep breaths before sitting up to look at the door. It was warm outside... he thinks longingly.

However, Hope didn't realise that putting your head on wet ink is a bad idea. He now has upside down notes written on his forehead.]

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[nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com]

['Sup, Hope. Here's your Lightning walking towards you, though she shakes her head upon seeing the ink on his forehead, and she doubles back to the counter for a water bottle and some napkins before coming over to his table.]

I don't think you want your notes on your forehead, Hope.

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

[Hope looks confusedly up at you.]

Wha?

[A gloved hand goes to his forehead. ... Ink. Fantastic.]

Great. That's... embarrassing...

[nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com]

[Lightning doesn't say anything to that, and instead cracks open the water bottle in order to get a napkin wet before handing it to Hope.]

Here. You can still get it off before it dries out.

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

I hope so.

[He takes the napkin and starts to wipe at the ink on his forehead. It fades... but if you're close enough? You can still see it.]

How do I look?

[nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com]

[Light'll just shake her head, taking the water bottle in her hands as if she's contemplating wetting another napkin and trying to get the ink off his forehead herself, but she holds still instead.]

There's still some left. You might want to go to the bathroom to wash that off.

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

...

[His teenager instincts told him that moving would be a bad idea. He looked down at his notes. A little smudging but it was still legible.]

I was working on my sociology notes. I couldn't get out into it... Global Stratification is... I understand it but it's not sticking the way the other stuff does.

[nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com]

[Peering at his notes for a second, then frowning a bit.]

Maybe you should take a break first. It might help them stick more if you're not thinking about going outside.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

You got your notes on your forehead.

[There's a guy at the next table, and he's pointing a finger at Hope. He looks rather amused.]

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

Huh-wa?

[Stay coherent Hope! He lifts his hand and pokes his forehead and looks at the sticky bluish black residue on his glove. He then sighs.]

Great. Thanks for telling me.

[He sighs and goes to get some napkins.]

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[When Hope comes back, Zephyr's still looking at him with a grin on his face.]

Maybe you should, uh, lighten your load a bit?

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

I would... but it's all so interesting. I'm definitely not taking as many classes next term.

[Hope sighs and starts to rub at his head with a damp napkin.]

It's interesting stuff, helps me know about this world.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

So interesting that it makes you want to fall asleep?

[There's a pretty obvious note of incredulity to his voice.]

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

I wasn't falling asleep. Just wanted to rest for a second. I was getting kinda frustrated. It's not just clicking into place like normal.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

That's one way to remember your notes, huh? [She giggles, stopping just before him as she gestures towards his table.] I guess if it works for you, it works.

... Would you mind if I sat here?

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

Hi Cissie!

[Then the first half of her greeting registers.]

Wha-- [Hand wipe on forehead.] Oh...

[Hope sighs and shakes his head.]

Feel free. I'll go get a napkin.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

No need, I've got some right here. [she waves them in front of his face as she takes a seat next to him. Aww, and she thought the notes on the forehead was kind of cute! She giggles as she hands the napkins over.]

What class was it for, anyways?

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

Sociology. [He gestures to one book]

Or Physics and Biology. Take your pick really. [He nods and accepts the napkin, wiping at the smudges on his forehead.]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you've got a lot of work ahead of you. [She pauses for a moment, taking her water bottle and dampening another napkin before handing it over to him.] If you need help with those, let me know? We're in the same class for Bio, so it wouldn't be any trouble at all.

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

Not really. I've done the homework, this is just to make sure I really get it all. I don't want to fail the finals because I didn't get the basics down.

[He stops himself. He didn't really want to go into an in depth explanation of his study plan.]

I will. I learned... I learned that asking for help is sometimes the best thing to do.

[fierybluebird]

[Tilts his head and tries to read the upside down words... out loud. Basically it's all gibberish.]

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

[.... What are you doing Marco? Hope looks up from his note taking and gives you an odd look.]

[fierybluebird]

What's with the ink on your head, eh? New fashion statement of the sleep deprived?

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

Ink on my...?

[Poke at own forehead. He looks down at his finger which now has a purplish black goo on it. He looks at it for a minute before going to get a napkin.]

Great. Well. That's a little embarrassing.

[fierybluebird]

Eh, could be worse. At first I thought it was a tattoo.

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind the self concious move to block his giant blue brand on his wrist.]

I don't want a tattoo.