I need a nap (Open)

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There were few places on campus that got minimal amounts of traffic. The auditorium was one of them. Specifically, backstage, which was never used by anyone but the drama club when they were meeting. Which was thankfully not at this moment because Oriel needed a place to crash. The dorms were noisy, hell, everywhere was noisy and he just wanted to take a nap.

Oriel plopped down in the space between prop closet 1 and prop closet 2, scrunching his knees up like an old street bum.

And he closed his eyes.

[Madison Bane]

Madison needed to be indoors. Yes it was beautiful outside, yes he could've been out there, but he'd been having the worst of luck as of late! At the lake, there was a stupid dog who just wanted to play and drove him crazy! At the park, there was another dog who drove him up a tree! It was ridiculous! The only good that had come out of this crazy shit was a few comical sketches of a silly looking boy running away from a herd of dogs. It had been fun to draw, but now Madison was bored. School was out, and it was time to stretch the old legs.

The auditorium wasn't the most exciting place, but sometimes people practiced dancing and singing in there and being the people person that he was, it seemed like the place to be. Alas, there wasn't anyone else in here, and Madison propped himself up against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. Well, today was just going to be another hopeless, waste of time...

And then he heard someone snoring. His eyebrows furrowing, Madison pushed off the wall and sauntered to where the storage for the drama class was. Pushing up his glasses, Madison approached the door, putting his ear on it. There was definitely someone sleeping in there. Opening the door without hesitation, Madison wore a smirk on his face. "Knock knock," he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "worst place to sleep, if you ask me. Don't you have a dorm room?"

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Oriel was off in dreamy land, far far away where the bothersomes and the annoyances just didn't reach. Funny how the cramped space made him much more comfortable than the fluffy, bouncy bed that resided in his dorm room. He licked his lips, dreaming of eating a tasty raspberry mousse cake, a delectable vision from which he was pulled so suddenly at the sound of a knock on the door.

He opened one eye to the spectacled face the hovered over him. And he groaned. "Lemme alone, man." And he rolled to face the wall, his head propped up in the most awkward position.

[Madison Bane]

Madison frowned at the boy in the closet. “Well you’re no fun,” he announced, shutting the door once more. He could sleep if he really wanted to, that was fine by Madison. On second thought... Madison opened the door again, letting in the light, hoping to annoy the other boy. Taking out his phone, Madison took a picture, and then shut the door again.

Walking back to where the seats in the auditorium were, Madison picked up his backpack and took out his sketching materials. Using the phone to help with recognition, Mads began drawing a rendition of the boy in the closet. Madison smiled to himself as the picture began to come to life. Yes, this would be a lovely story to write about later.

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And the small room was darkened again...only to be brightened again. Then he heard the camera sound from the phone and the door closed again. It took the sleepy boy one....two....three seconds before it registered what had just happened and his eyes popped open, his eyelids fighting against the heaviness of sleep. Oriel rolled to his feet and stumbled out of the small room, mumbling a bit incoherently, "Wai---wait. Wait...wait, goddamn it..."

No way he was going to let him get away with that.

Oriel grasped his head as he dizzily scrambled out into the auditorium after Madison. He pointed at the smug little bastard as he swayed his way across the stage. "No...No! You do not get to take pics of me like that." God forbid he ever decided to share that photo. He flopped to his bum, hanging his feet off the edge of the stage.

Squishing his palms against his tired eyes, Oriel struggled to hold down a yawn. "What're you doing here anyway, man?"

[Madison Bane]

The picture was quite flattering really – Oriel, his face pressed unnaturally against the wall, his mouth hanging open. One eye was half open, the other pressed closed. Madison was laughing to himself while he sketched out the framework. This would probably sell for a fair price on the Hammel Black Market. Not that there was such a thing, but Madison would definitely post it as, ‘most attractive man at Hammel’. It would be amazing.

Madison didn’t even bother to look at Oriel. “It’s a free country,” he said, his hand continuing to draw, already beginning to add finer details. Madison finally looked up from his drawing, up at Oriel. Although... He didn’t look half bad from this angle, even though his hair was a bit messy. Oriel looked so foreign, Spanish or something. He could be a Spanish prince.

Madison focused back to his drawing. “I was here to people watch, and since you’re the only person here, I guess you’ll have to do.” A sinister but also flirtatious look came over Madison’s face. He clicked his phone off and put it back into his pocket, just in case Oriel had any smart ideas. “I don’t have to ask what you were doing,” he continued, tilting his head to the side to observe his drawing. The eyebrows definitely needed to be thicker.

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Grrr....

This guy was annoying. "Free country, yeah. Think that excuse'll save you from an angry mob or, you know, anyone with more initiative than me to pummel you for ticking them off like that?" Oriel crossed his legs and hunched over, his cheek resting in his palm as he glowered at the poindexter kid.

"People watch? Bull." Oriel called him on that. "There's nobody here to watch." And there was no way Madison could've known that Oriel was napping there already(though Oriel was sure he already had a reputation for sleeping anyplace anywhere across campus). He smirked. Watching Madison focus so hard on his drawing was actually pretty entertaining. Some weird feeling between amazed and envious. Oriel couldn't draw worth shit.

Oriel straightened up and swung his legs up onto the stage, lounging across the wooden flooring with one leg hanging off the edge. He struck a "sexy" pose, tilting his head back, letting his floofy hair fall back, with his outer arm dramatically positioned behind his head. "Why don't you paint me like one of your french girls?" he mocked with a faux-french accent and a wicked grin. Follow up with a tongue sticking out between his pearly-white teeth. Then he exploded into giggles, rolling onto his back and kicking his knees in the air.

[Madison Bane]

“So far so good,” Maidson said conversationally, as though he were talking about the weather. “If you’re free to sleep where you want I’m free to take pictures of it. I don’t see anybody stopping people from taking nuddie shots of little kids, so I can do what I want. Deal with it.” Although the example he gave was extreme, Oriel had to know that he wasn’t all that tough. “It woke you up pretty quickly though, better than an alarm...” Madison mused. He can’t say he wouldn’t have done the same.

Madison raised an eyebrow. “You know that thing you’re sitting on? It’s called a stage, sometimes people practice for plays on it.” No there weren’t people here today, but that didn’t mean that wasn’t what he was doing. “If it makes you feel any better we can pretend I came here to stalk you,” he said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

Laughter quickly ensued from Madison, the back of his hand going to his mouth to quell the after-grins. “Beautiful, you’re a natural actor!” He said, giving Oriel a round of applause before glancing at his page. It was nearly finished. Oriel was nice to look at, at least...

“There you are,” Madison said, flipping his sketchbook around so Oriel could see it from the stage if he chose to look. The drawing had come to life, a rough sketch of Oriel snoozing, a bit of drool hanging out of his overly open mouth. In the sketch, Oriel raised his hand to wipe at the sleep in his eyes, turning over to rest against one of the props. “The resemblance is stunning, don’t you think?”

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"Don't tell me you're one of them shady kiddie-porn kings? Creeper." Though Madison was right, it did wake him up right quick. "Maybe I'll hire you as my own personal alarm clock?" Lord knew he needed one, he was always just barely making it to class on-time as it was. Sleep was golden, especially when a snooze button was involved.

Right, people did come here, but how many at this time of day? "Ooooo. My very own stalker." Oriel jazzed his fingers out in front of him, then gave a quick, two-finger salute to the other boy. "Congratulations, you just upped the creep factor by 10."

When Madison started to applaud, Oriel didn't get up, but instead tried to milk the attention for all it was worth by switching poses all diva-like and doing the whole finger-lick to nipple over his shirt like he was some sort of supermodel, right up until Madison announced the completed drawing.

Oriel twisted upright and pushed himself off the stage, slowly approaching the sketchbook for a better look. "Uncanny," he said with a blank look. Then he relaxed and raised a quick eyebrow and smiled, utterly amused. "At least you got my good side."

[Madison Bane]

A strange smile crossed Madison’s face before he shrugged. “You never know,” he said, looking over the rims of his glasses, giving Oriel a wink. There were two wannabe actors in the house tonight. “How much are you paying? I don’t whore myself out to just anyone.” His time would be well spent, thank you very much.

“You must be flattered, it can’t happen very often for you,” Madison said, blatantly the creeper comments. He’d never stalked anyone before but if Oriel wanted to push the topic Madison could arrange to have him be the first victim.

Oriel was amusing at least, and Madison couldn’t hold back the smile at the other boy’s antics. He really was a drama queen. “Careful, you don’t want to turn the creeper on do you?”

Ripping the page out of the book, Madison held it up to Oriel to take. “They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, so a sketch must be worth two.” Besides, he had the real picture, he didn’t need the moving art. "You're welcome."

Madison stood after putting his art supplies away. He wasn’t that much taller than Oriel, but he was a couple years older. “I’ll leave you to your nap then,” he said, because there were more people he could sketch or write about and he’d rather not entertain the attention whore in front of him.

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Realistically, no, Oriel couldn't afford to hire anyone for anything. But still, he dug into his pockets and extracted some change, holding it out to Madison. "I've got....37 cents. And some lint." He sighed and wafted the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically. "Guess I'm gonna hafta pay with my body. Woe. Is. Me."

"Oh, very." He responded with an eye roll. "Get my own stalker. It's number 4 on my 'top 10 things I want to do before I die'. Right after 'world domination', 'creating a bio-weapon of mass destruction', and 'taking a nap in the oval office'."

He sneered the creeper. "Not my fault if you can't keep it in your pants."

Oriel took the picture and paced around as he looked it over. "Damn, look at that handsome drool." And he wiggled his bum back onto the stage and leaned back, splaying his arms outwards. But wait! That dude was leaving? Oriel quickly sat back up and started rage-fisting the air as Madison left the auditorium. "Nap? What nap?! You already woke me up, you inconsiderate bastard! Now you're just gonna ditch me like a cheap one-night-stand? Take some responsibility! Jeeeerrrrrrrrk!"