INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

Not mine or yours. Theirs. For thinking this'd ever work.

[One eye cracks open.]

Tell me you're not a non-sleeper.

[broil]

No. But I hate to sleep. It's not really insomnia, there's just a lot of other better things to do.

[Like partying.]

Do you go out at night? To clubs and shit. I've only gone once.

[That he remembers.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I have, yeah. Got a fake ID and everything. Not that it always works.

[He sounds almost self-deprecating at that. He hasn't exactly got a face or build that screams older than his years - quite the opposite. It's not an issue of looks, just wanting to be taken more seriously.]

I snuck into bars all the time when I was on the streets. The really shitty ones that had a million more reasons to be shut down than a 14 year old walking around. They served me and everything.

[broil]

That sounds horrible. [And appropriate for someone like John.] How'd you get a fake ID? Is it hard?

[Times like these show just how - new to the world Petre is. How little he remembers from before, assuming he even learned about it when he was another boy.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He narrows his eyes at Petre.]

Can't figure out if telling you or not telling you is worse. Ask me in the morning.

And it wasn't horrible hanging out in dive bars, don't be a priss. The worst ones usually had mutants around who'd beat down anyone who didn't like them showing it, so you could do what you wanted. I mean, I always did what I wanted back then, but doing it inside and not getting my ass chased down by the cops for it made a nice change.

[broil]

Oh, right. I forgot you considered living in a box a five star hotel.

[That's not even a zing, it's just Petre.]

You should take me to one of those places sometime. Think they'd eat me alive?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Dick. [And that isn't said with much of the usual genuine dislike in return. Just a token acknowledgement of the insult.

Then he shifts onto his side again, regarding Petre carefully.]

Yeah, alright. Next field trip into the city, we'll duck out. You make an ass out of yourself and I'll let them.

[broil]

You're shitting me.

[Either that or it's a trap.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Oh, has he got Petre off-balance? Was it as easy as actually accepting his overtures of friendship all this time?]

Why not? What's the worst that can happen? Like you said, they eat you alive, and I get detention for sneaking off. Without you around to fuck with their heads, I can say whatever I want about what happened to you. You were never even with me.

[broil]

I'd probably enjoy it.

[Hell knows he gets off on danger and doesn't get nearly enough of it around here. Safe havens. Hah.]

Did they ever try anything with you?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

"Try anything?" You've gotta clarify that.

[His eyebrows are up, clearly caught between potential readings and swinging toward the worst possible because Petre.]

[broil]

Did they touch you in your special place, John.

[Voice flat, smile still present. Of course he means the worst.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He smirks sharply.]

Lost my virginity in the bathroom of one of those places. The chick really, really needed a smoke. Someone should've taught her that not everyone who carries a lighter does it to kill themselves as slowly as possible.

[broil]

John! [Shock! Horror! He actually palms his chest.] And here I thought you wouldn't touch a smoker with a ten foot pole.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Well, he's dropped "Johnny" for the time being. Apparently this is the right route to take.]

We were both desperate, what can I say.

[broil]

Don't ever say that word again. It makes you so basic.

[Desperate means you're not in control. What a hateful little word.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Sounds like you're the one who needs to lighten up now. [Didn't he just get dissected for objecting to an actual slur? Come on, Petre.]

[broil]

Now you're just being silly.

[But he was being entertained, so let's keep that going.]

Did you get STDs?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You're looking at the luckiest horny street rat that ever hit the gutter. [Still so self-satisfied.] And smartest, after I saw a hooker with advanced syphilis. The first time was the last time I went unprotected.

[broil]

Smart. Who knew. Especially if you were desperate.

[Hah.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Have you ever seen advanced syphilis?

[His shudder really says it all.]

Besides, you've always thought you knew way more about me than you actually do. About time you started figuring it out.

[broil]

No.

[And did he really need to say it? One: he's about a year old. Two: he wouldn't hang out with a syphilis-ridden whore, thank you very much.]

And that's a good thing, isn't it? How else would I get all of this out of you? You and your need to always prove me wrong. That's the secret.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His expression sours again. As soon as they approach something like a friendly conversation, Petre has an equally compulsive need to point out that it's still a power game. And he's the one who wants to be friends.]

I really don't give a shit who knows what I did when I was homeless. You're not really getting prime material here.

[broil]

Maybe not to you.

[Anything he can get is something he can use, John.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah, yeah. And you've literally got nothing for me to dig up, so all the power is in your hands. I've heard it all before.

[It still irks him, sure, but having it pointed out does take some of the power out of it. Don't show off, Petre.]