medea and porter

who: porter and medea
where: his car
when: late

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Nevermore
When: evening

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: streets, his house
When: afternoon

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Medea's house/outside Medea's house
When: Night

who: medea and porter
where: nevermore
when: afternoon

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Lakeshore, breakwall, Porter's house
When: night

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Porter's house
When: after school

Unlike most kids his age, Porter wasn't one to crank up the music in his room. Sure, it was his little sanctuary, and he hid there fairly often. But he didn't have any need to shake the walls, and he liked the fairly loose standards his parents held him to as far as things like curfew. As long as his grades were up and he kept the volume down? He had free reign. So he'd never regretted buying a good set of wireless headphones, especially not after days like today. Porter was lounging on his bed, headphones on and with his laptop and art tablet set up nearby on a chair. He didn't look happy, but who would? That Aaron kid was a pain already, and Porter wanted to believe he was only imagining mocking snickers from others in the halls whenever he moved between classes now.

But hey, school was over for the day, and he'd made it to the Fortress of Solitude. Leaning to one side, Porter was busy with his tablet, his eyes intent on the screen as he highlighted panels of a page he'd scanned for the comic, clicking at the laptop to blend in background colors. It was coming along, and he felt certain he'd hit his next update deadline, so long as he could resist the temptation to add Aaron as a victim, not to mention dodging potential distractions outside of school.

Medea had found Porter's house, remembering where it had been from before, and while she knew it might be construed as strange to go calling upon him so soon--she was willing to bet he'd be flattered by it at least somewhat. So, she had gone over, knocked on the door, and smiled nicely for his parents. She'd been a perfectly wonderful girl, effecting a curious if restrained demeanor, like she was very curious about things but was trying to hide that fact. She was led to his room, and she knocked, stepping back so she wasn't crowding the door.

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Crescent Street and beyond
When: late afternoon