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]

[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.]

[broil]

That's where you're wrong. I've got an entire lifetime for you to dig up on.

[Is that an offer? Who the fuck knows.]

You can let me know what you find out later.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Sounds like you're making me do your homework for you. No thanks, I don't care that much. Go to the Professor if you want your memory hacked.

[Petre is an interesting puzzle, there's no denying that. But John's never had the patience for puzzles. Only if it really comes down to need, if his continued existence at this school is put in genuine danger by their ongoing war.]

I know what I need to know.

[broil]

Boring.

[Wouldn't things be so much interesting that way? If John actually knew more about Petre than he cares to know about himself. A twist on the story that remains untold.]

Think I did it? Got my family killed.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Probably. [A bland, very honest statement.] But that's just as boring. I would've too, if they didn't skip out before I got the chance.

[broil]

Then we'd have something in common. 'Fire kills entire family. Blame the kid.'

[He'd like that, being closer to John in that sense. As fucked up as it is.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Like I said. Give it time and we will.

[His gaze goes a bit unfocussed, still directed at Petre but obviously miles away.]

I wanna make 'em beg. Beg and beg like they have a chance, and really make them think they do. Make sure they have that hope before I melt them down.

[broil]

[Careful, John, you'll make him excited.]

Can I watch?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Maybe. If you're good.

{So no, because Petre's incapable of being good.]