|Blackjack did not like storms. Especially not thunderstorms. More specifically, the lightning that made up a huge component of storms. So when thunder crackled, despite it being daytime, Blackjack was up in an instant, the reaction automatic after so many nights spent outdoors in the storms. He sat cross-legged on his bed, a heavy comforter wrapped around his shoulders and draped over his head, forming a thick hood. He shivered in his dark enclosure, feeling only slightly better because the blinds were closed and the heavy curtains drawn across the window. After a few minutes of silence, he gave up on any hopes of going back to sleep.|
Dumping the comforter on the bed in a state of total disarray, Blackjack dug in his dresser drawers for a long-sleeved shirt to throw on over the old undershirt he usually slept in. He considered changing out of his red-and-black pajama slacks, then decided against it, content with just slipping on a pair of socks.
He wandered down the stairs to the kitchen, intending on snagging a blood baggie and something salty to snack on alongside, but hearing voices in the girls' common room, he paused in the middle of retrieving blood from the fridge. Hey... so I'm not the only one who's up. That's a relief, he mused, his paranoia quietly shifting to the back of his mind as he realized he wasn't alone. Blackjack finished grabbing his snack by snagging a bag of pretzels off the counter, then he headed into the girls' common room, intending to invade their conversation, whatever it was. He had picked up a few parts about broken windows, but didn't really catch much more than that, being a little hard of hearing in one ear.
Upon spotting the two fledglings in the common room, he sighed. "Darn. I was expecting someone more... interesting. No offense, Karima, but if this is a conversation about ghosts, then I'm just going to finish my snack and hope the storm's gone by the time I go back to bed."