in the captain's chair

Taking care of Natalie's cat meant Jim tended to get woken up way too early for his liking. That had happened this morning when Moxy decided to just thump his tail against Jim's face until Jim had sneezed and cursed. Moxy, of course, hadn't given a damn. He'd just been pleased to have his temporary human up so he could be fed.

Of course, right after he'd eaten, Moxy went back to sleep and Jim was wide awake. Of course. It seemed like a good enough time to write a letter back to his mom with his decision on her coming to graduation. He'd decided to give his blessing even if it made him nervous. But, he wanted someone there for him from home and if he couldn't have George, he'd definitely take his mom though he would have liked both even better.

Halfway through the letter, Jim had gotten bored and had rocked back in his chair so he could start tossing his pen up in the air. When it fell, he tried to catch it in the weirdest ways possible. He was probably delaying the whole letter thing because it mean digging into all those hidden emotions he had. He hated doing that.

[Open door/post]

Jim had pretty much repressed most everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks. No one had really asked him about it so that just made it easier to push it down and forget. He had other things to deal with anyway. Namely, graduation was less than a month off and he was going to have to make a decision on what he was going to do. The options weren't that vast: stay here and hang out on the island like a bum, go somewhere else and be a bum, or go home and deal with...home.

The thought of bumming around was attractive but he the intelligent side of him knew he had to get himself together because he wasn't rich and he wasn't going to be able to do that for long. He also figured he'd get bored pretty quickly which, yeah. That was never a fun thing to be.

Of course, this was when Pike's words came floating back into his head, annoying him (thought not as much as usual). It was more annoying that he hadn't been able to forget the words and the guy then it was that he was thinking about it now. Something about it had stuck which pissed Jim off.

He grabbed for the first book he could find on his desk and sat down, willing his brain to stop thinking about Pike and start thinking about beaches and beautiful men and women.

Didn't work too well. Dammit.

[Door & post are open]

Jim was pretty much done with the island at this point. Between his girlfriend being a boyfriend and Cade being...respectable, he'd figured out something was going on but there didn't seem to be any real panic or uproar over it. Things just seemed to be happening with no real explanation besides 'damn island' so he was kind of at a loss.

He'd spent last night in a bar, drowning his sorrows and giving himself a hangover that he'd taken most of the day to sleep off. Now, he was awake, freshly showered and sitting at his desk, going through his phone to try and take his mind off things. Every so often, he thought about sending something to Natalie's hone but he figured it'd get to Nathan and he didn't want to piss him off anymore than he already had.

So, he was just going to sit and play a mindless game. And try not to succumb to the allure of a nap.

[Cracked door/open post]

Most of the time, Jim could roll with the island's punches. He could be a girl or a child or something and not be that affected in the aftermath. But after something like that? Well, he was a little grouchy about a few things. He didn't really like having his whole personality changed, thanks. Stupid island.

He'd slept most of yesterday but he thought he was calm enough to face the world today. Facing the world being eating some cereal while he sat at his desk and stared at the wall. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that the girl he'd...done things with (again) had a face just like his mom or that he was going to have to explain this to someone else at some point because lying would just be a stupid thing to do.

Jim was thinking about nothing at all because that was how he rolled. Repression. Lather, rinse, repress, repeat, eat cereal, stare at the wall, repeat again.

Good thing he'd gotten a huge bowl of cereal, right?

[Open door/post]

Look down, you big clown.

Jim...didn't recognize that voice. He'd been sitting at his desk, playing one of those idiotic games on his phone and the sound of that voice had him spinning around in his chair, looking for who might have dared to call him a clown. Room was empty though.

He got up and went to peer in the hall. Empty too. "Hello? Someone just call me a clown?" he shouted down the hall anyway.

People are gross! C'mon, make some toast!

"What?" Yep, still shouting down the hall like an idiot when he could clearly see there was no one around to say these things. "Who's saying that?"

Toast, toast, toast is good with roast.

Jim frowned and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know why he was suddenly both irritated and hungry. He wanted some toast.

[Open door and post. Ah, talkytoaster. You are missed, you annoying toaster, you.]

The dorms were a lot quieter this week than any other. Jim knew the reason and he kind of wished he had somewhere to go to spend Christmas but he also liked the thought of just hanging out and sleeping a lot. Besides, he had Natalie's cat to take care of and it wasn't like Moxy would really care for Iowa if he went back home.

So, Jim was sticking around. He'd gone out and gotten a few Christmas presents yesterday. Today was an exercise in trying to wrap said gifts. As much of an ego as he had, as confident as he was, wrapping was not a strong suit and Moxy wasn't making it easy by laying his lazy ass along the wrapping paper and then clawing it up, ruining it.

"Stop it, cat," he said, making a face. Moxy did not stop. Jim sighed and tried to move his packing to Jackson's bed to get it done. Jackson could get over it.

[Open door, open post]

Jim supposed he could have gone out tonight. He supposed he could have gone and gotten a drink and flirted and maybe gotten into a bar fight or something. And he supposed he could have been doing a lot more than he was doing but he wasn't.

Today, he'd gotten a letter from his mom, something handwritten and sincere, and he'd been taken aback. It was a good thing though it did leave him a little melancholy since he hadn't seen her in so long. He didn't tend to feel like he did but a letter home, something showing that he was missed and loved, could even make Jim Kirk a little sentimental.

He didn't know if he wanted to write back or anything like that. So, he was just thumbing the corner of the letter, reading random sentences every so often and thinking. What a Saturday night.

[Home from work, open post and open door!]

Jim was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. It was as exciting as it sounded. He figured he should stay in this weekend since he was still healing up from his adventures last weekend. His face was still bruised but it looked much better than it had. He didn't look like a stupid raccoon anymore.

His torso and neck were still marked with fading yellow bruises but he could deal. He'd had worse. Despite all that, he still wasn't going to be moving much. It was a night for quiet contemplation and introspection.

...

Goddamn, Jim was bored.

[Open door/post, sure]

Jim was trying to forget that yesterday happened. He'd been doing a damn good job of it too. Never let it be said that his repression skills weren't extremely good. He'd had a lot of practice and between Pike and Natalie, he had a lot to repress.

The weather was pretty crappy so Jim had ordered some food and made the poor delivery driver deal with the rain and wind. He wasn't going out there if he could help. The driver had made decent time and his food was dry so Jim was sitting at his desk with his feet up, eating Chinese food and watching it pour down.

After everything, it was his way of relaxing and recharging his batteries. It'd been a long, strange week and a half.

[Door and post are open]

Jim hadn't had any classes today so he'd gone into town and gotten a haircut. Nothing drastic but things had been getting too long and he didn't want floppy hair. So, haircut. And afterward, he'd stopped for lunch which he'd lugged back to the room.

The food got dropped on his desk and Jim pulled out his chair so he could take a seat and stretch his legs out. He scrolled through a few messages on his phone and even sent a few replies back to random people before he took his sandwich out of his bag so he could start eating.

Look, he was a growing boy and a growing boy needed food and it wasn't his fault the sandwich was messy and huge. He needed his strength for...manly things. Okay, whatever, it just tasted good and he'd wanted to see if he could finish the thing without getting it all over himself.

Sometimes, Jim wasn't the smartest but he'd be well fed.

[Door/post open]

Jim had come back to the dorms to pick up a few things and ended falling asleep. Apparently, he'd needed that nap but it'd still thrown him a little off his game. He was groggy and lethargic but awake at the moment. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before trying to remember what in the heck he'd come back to pick up.

Stupid nap had robbed him of his memory. He was sure he'd remember eventually so he just lay back down on the bed, eyes on the ceiling while he waited for the thought to return.

[Mostly for one person but open, if needed]

It was gonna be a quiet night. Jim had thought about going out but he'd been hit by a random case of melancholy that afternoon that had stretched into the evening. He knew why, he could definitely pinpoint the reason, but he was ignoring said reason and going on with his night as best he could.

Sure, he wasn't going to go out but he wasn't going to turn off the lights and hibernate either. He'd gotten some food, he'd turned on some music, he'd messed around with his phone and he'd ended up sitting at his desk, idly paging through a book.

Introspection wasn't something he did often and he didn't really like when it hit him. It meant admitting that sometimes things bothered him, that sometimes he missed people and that maybe everything wasn't always absolutely fantastic.

Whatever. He had food. He'd eat dinner, find something to drink and repress.

[Open door and post]

Thoughts of going out tonight had turned into thoughts of staying right where he was once he'd fallen asleep for an unexpected nap and woken up still groggy and a little sluggish. Naps tended to do that to him and he really didn't want to go out and paw at random people due to his nap related side effects.

So, Jim was going to stay in bed for the most part. He'd gotten himself up enough to put on a shirt and grab his phone and some water. He'd even opened the door a bit just to make sure the noise from the hall meant he wouldn't fall asleep again but he was mostly just gonna stay where he was and play stupid games on his phone.

Maybe tomorrow he'd go out and enjoy the night life. Tonight, he was gonna be a lazy ass.

[I'm not going to Comic Con so I'm gonna make an open door with an open door]

The rain was keeping Jim in the dorms tonight. He didn't have big plans anyway but he'd thought about going to the mainland, maybe finding a bar or two but walking all that way in a steady rain was just not his idea of fun. He looked good wet but it wasn't always fun to walk around feeling soaked to the skin.

So, he was staying in tonight. He had some dinner delivered and was currently checking through some random text messages from various people he'd met since he'd been here. Random girls asking him to come over, random guys asking him to come have a drink and so on. He replied to a few but left most unanswered.

Once his phone started to bore him, he reached over to his nightstand and picked up the book he kept there just in case he got bored and wanted to read. He was halfway through this one now and maybe it was cliche to read on a rainy night but he didn't care.

He'd be a cliche then. Just this once.

[Door is open as is the post!]

It was another Saturday night and Jackson still wasn't around. Jim was actually maybe a day or so away from just taking over the entire room. He was just going to declare Jackson missing in absentia and go with it. But, he'd give Jackson one more night. One more.

Jim was taking tonight to have a few drinks and relax. He'd gone with beer, plain and simple, because it was cheap and easy to get when you had a quick grin and the ability to flirt like he did. It was nice to take a night to unwind after such a strenuous (ha ha) week.

Jim was parked on his bed, drink in one hand and phone in the other. There wasn't anything exciting going on with his phone but he could scroll through messages and look through websites while he relaxed. It was an exciting Saturday night.

[Door & post open! It's a tradition now, I get home from work on Saturday, I post Jim.]

Jim was taking advantage of having his room to himself for awhile. Hey, after finding out about the whole 'Jackson is a lizard thing', he thought it was deserved. He didn't know where his reptile roommate had run off to but he also didn't care that much.

He thought about going up to the party for awhile but decided against it. There would be other parties, he figured, and he was kind of feeling lazy tonight anyway. He'd ordered some dinner and had his iPod (newly purchased) going with some music that he didn't really recognize. Hey, the girl at the store had recommended it and he'd bought it while flirting with her. He was sometimes a pushover. Sometimes.

But, the music was pretty good, the food was tasty and his bed was pretty damn comfortable. If he ever become a shut in, he'd be a damn comfortable shut in.

[Door cracked, post open]

So, it looked like rain which meant Jim probably wasn't going to be venturing out to sprawl lazily on the deck like he'd originally planned. That was a bummer but Jim could live with it. He didn't much mind his room, after all. He had food, he had a phone and he had a bed.

Right now, he was taking advantage of two of those things since he was propped up by pillows on his bed with his phone in his hand. There wasn't really anything exciting going on with his phone but he'd recently downloaded a few mindless games that he wanted to beat in as short as time as possible.

Just to say he'd done it. Because Jim Kirk liked to be the best. Even if it was at stupid games on his phone. He didn't care.

[Door cracked & post open, sure]