stykera: (meditating)
Classes had been finished for nearly a week, and for Stark that meant his all-too-brief school career was coming to an end. And that meant things were going to change and he was going to have to leave the island, eventually. He'd known that all along, but it was suddenly becoming much too real. Somehow he'd managed to not freak out about this too much. Yet.

He'd paced around the room for a while, muttering to himself and trying not to think too much. That hadn't worked too well, and now he was sitting on the floor trying to be still and calm and not think too much. This was marginally more successful.



[The door, like the post, is somewhat open. "Somewhat" because I have to crash in about an hour and a half]

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