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oh god oh god oh god.
Try as he might to keep them calm, the pyrokinetic's hands sparked with frightening intensity as he paced through the room. The eerie lack of a certain really quiet roommate still loomed over him. How could he not have noticed Havoc gone?! Mean, really! What was his problem?
"Oh God. Ohhhh man... - what if he's being held hostage and - !"
In his mind, Nix shoved the negative thoughts out, as far as they would go, but other thoughts replaced it. What if he was being taken off-island? Or, well... Oh shit, what if he was being kill - NO.
Stop it, he told himself. Havoc's not dead, you idiot - he probably just went home or something. Nix knew it was a pathetic excuse, but it was something, and something was better than the alternative. After all, he WAS the one who'd reported Havoc as missing.
Where was he? Oh, right.
Pacing around the room, he tried not to think of that, and instead shifted his thoughts to the essay he had stopped writing the outline of. Which, conveniently, was fireproof, because Nix was sparking like crazy. Two months, to finish 6 pages. Seemed easy...
If his damned mind could STOP worrying.
Groaning, he picked the pen back up, and scribbled a few sentences more before looking up again, at the door.
Writing again.... Check the door.
Writing again... He heard a little snap sound, and snapped his head up at the door...
Nothing there. Hhh. He couldn't get work done if he was worrying this much about a roommate.

@Romi

After what seemed to be the thirtieth time in that minute cracking his head back to look at the door, Nix finally gave up. Who was he kidding, he wasn't gonna just show up outta the blue if he kept giving himself whiplash like this. So he turned back to his work, focusing. Really focusing, actually. So mush so that when he heard the door swing open, he simply nodded and went back to work. Autopilot, he'd say. He was gonna have to do a lotta legwork for this assignment of his. There was the Traveling, the research, something about co-ordinates...
"Evening Nix." A familiar voice greeted.
"Evening, Havoc," Nix replied casually, not taking his eyes off the paper. Probably had a long day. "Made some food if ya want some, s'in the - wait. Havoc?!"
Holy shit. He stopped dead.
Nix, in the interest apparently of giving himself whiplash, cracked his head to look up at Havoc. For a good twenty seconds he just looked... And looked... Okay. Yeah, he was sure - That was Havoc, not some kidnapper. Okay. Whew. Glad that went well.
"Dude, jeez. Good to see ya, but... You okay?" Nix asked, hopping up on his feet, and stretched, walking towards Havoc. "Was worried. What happened? You look a little different - oh wait. Your uniform... thing... It's gone. Shit, man. You hungry? Tired? Concern was evident, but so was a little twinkle that told Havoc Nix wanted to hear about what happened.

"Jesus, man. That's good - least they didn't starve you, heh. You sure you're good, bud?" Nix couldn't help but worry - first the kidnapping thing back in March, and now this. Got a kid to worry, honestly. Nevertheless, he was glad his roommate wasn't dead or anything. That'd be real bad.

Nix looked back up from his work, eagerly listening to his friend's story. Which, as expected, was told almost without emotion. Man, he knew Havoc was a little... stoic... but to have no emotion at a time like this? Nix would have shit his pants in Havoc's position, or at least fought back - but then again, Nix realized, that probably owed to Havoc's training. The guy was in the army, after all. No wonder he was so calm - he'd probably had to deal with things like this a lot in the army. Least, he was okay. And, everyone else who was taken was good too - luckily. Man, if he could have been there - but then, as aforementioned, he would probably shi - okay, enough of THAT.

"Yeah. I guess talking for a long time could tire you out. You gonna take a nap or somethin?" Personally Nix had no experience of being tired while talking.... but to be fair, most of his talking was just word vomit, and not much else. "I was uh.... trying to work on somethin' before you got here. OH! That's right. Not much happened really, aside from panicking and a little bit of a draw-up thing."

@Romi

Oh Gods, yep. The smell hit him like a bus. Like must, and dirt and fear and... maybe urine? Or maybe not - but he did smell.

"Yeah, dude. Uh. You go do that, man. AIn't stoppin' ya."

Sighing, he went back to typing his paper, the keys clickety-clacking through the now-quiet room. He'd asked if they - the Council - had had any meetings while he was gone.
Huh. Truth be told, he'd thought the Council would have been... he didn't know, more exciting. More things to do. More things to write and do and say, and think about. But, he guessed, that was school politics. It was weird, too - how no one seemed to meet. Granted, that was because of Havoc missing, but....

"Nah, nothin' much happened. We couldn't do nothin' without the head honcho present, so we were just twiddling our thumbs, I guess. Not much to do, really."

He sighed. "Re-elections are in August, yeah? Somewhere around there?"

@Romi

"Yeah. Guess that'd help it some. Though, the rest of the council seems to be real chill about things. And uh, sorry about droppin' the ball on you there, Prez. I shoulda called a meeting about ya or... or somethin' y'know?"
Nix sighed, nodding. TO be honest, he had no idea if he was gonna run for re-election. Sure, Secretary was fun and everything, and he really wanted to stay being a part of Student Council, but...
Would it be as inactive, as almost... almost sluggish, without him?
He shook his head clear, and spoke up. "Yeah, I just might. Sounds like fun to be in council again." But, well - shouldn't he leave the chance for someone else to run the Secretary position?
Would he even be useful next year?
- STOP.
"I'll uh, talk more with ya later, man. I'm kinda workin' on somethin'."
With that, he turned and concentrated once more on the essay in front of him.

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@Romi