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]

[THAT IS BELOW THE BELT and not in a sexy way shut up.]

Replaced. God knows they must have enough money for it, running a free private school with a secret peacekeeping force.

[And now he's on the dresser, shoving boxers and undershirts into the top drawer and trying not to think about how he's supposed to change now. It's giving up to do it in the bathroom, blatantly allowing Petre full run of their territory, but he wouldn't put the asshole above starting up a game of grabass while he's trying to get into his pyjamas.]

And there's more I can burn than just you. Don't think I won't figure out a way to get you back.

[broil]

My, my, is that a threat? [he looks around. Was he the only one who heard that? Looks like it.] Maybe I should keep a recorder around, in case something happens. Then they'll have even more evidence against you.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You need evidence now? I thought you'd moved on to just lying.

[He's still not convinced about the doorknobs. And here go his t-shirts and other lighter pieces that didn't go in the closet. Suitcase done, good enough for now. It's his turn to flop on his own bed, facing the wall.]

Okay, show's over, go back to your book. Quietly. I just got my goddamn head lectured off, I don't wanna hear another voice again until dinnertime.

[broil]

You don't really believe that. We've got so much to talk about!

[Come oooon.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Do I - no, I don't wanna know what you'd think we had to talk about.

[He's not rolling over. But he didn't ignore it completely.]

[broil]

Come on. You left me so suddenly last time. I don't even know what's new in your life!

[Coooommmmeeeee ooooonnnn]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[With a grumble, he finally rolls over to face Petre. He should know by now that no amount of attention will sate him, but he still thinks that maybe a token gesture will work at least once.]

What's new? Stealing doorknobs, having some chick who comes up to my nose and doesn't look any older than us tell me all about the responsibility of being a mutant and a senior student for an hour - she went for a solid hour, no shit, don't think she even took a breath - and getting roomed with a perverted psychopath. There. You're caught up.

And I'm training a telekinetic who's too young for the X-Men prelim shit. We're training together. He throws things, I blast 'em. Really thrilling stuff.

[broil]

Sounds like fun.

[And of course he only really listens to the parts that involve him.]

Why am I a pervert and a psychopath?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He bursts into laughter at that, long and loud.]

Sorry, were you under the impression that you were a normal, well-adjusted person?

[broil]

No, I was just hoping you'd pick one.

[Well-adjusted people aren't taken from their homes when their first memory is that of their unfamiliar families burnt to a crisp. Nice to see him laugh, though.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You know the answer to both. Damn well. I wouldn't have had time for a normal, well-adjusted person anyway.

[Had. That ship sailed last year. No time left for you, Petre.]

[broil]

[Hope is the last to die, haven't you heard.]

You barely give me any time as it is. So what is it? What do I have to do? I wanna be friends, Johnny. Even the board wants us to be friends now! It's meant to be.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You really have no idea, do you?

[He actually looks a bit stunned. Launch a concentrated campaign to smear him in the eyes of teachers who already thought he was a loose cannon, ask why they can't be friends. And this after conspiring on something and then relinquishing all blame to pin it on John.

He's got no clue.]

You're fucked up, man. [He rolls over again, closing his eyes.] Seriously fucked up.

[broil]

A freak among freaks?

[please say yes.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Petre's lucky he's pretty much worn out John's rage at this point, because that word is one that could bring on actual murder. He's allowed to use it in jest, but having it directed at him in any way is one of the berserk buttons he honestly cannot control.

He's just tired, though. Tired of Petre and his war of attrition, of having no idea what Petre would actually consider victory.]

Don't ever call me a fucking freak again. [The anger's there, just audible - almost more intense for the softness of his voice.]

[broil]

[ooh, another sore spot.]

Why not? It's a joke.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Not to me.

[There it is - think outside of your own goddamn head a little and maybe friends will work. John asking for empathy is hypocritical as fuck, but he's as blind to his own weaknesses of character as Petre is.]

[broil]

You should lighten up. You'll be happier that way.

[he knows he's flawed. He just doesn't care.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[God, that actually gets to him. Because he presents himself as the one who gives no shits, not a one, and then his temper flares up and the shits go through the roof. Everyone thinks he's crazy and/or riddled with angst, rather than just laughing at this stupid school and all it stands for.

Seeing through him. Another annoying attribute to add to Petre's list.]

I'd be happier if you'd shut up once in a blue moon. [Weak, an almost childish comeback.] Not now, alright?

[broil]

But then I wouldn't be able to talk to you, Johnny. One of us has to.

[smiling, even if he's looking at the back of John's head.]

What's your problem with the word?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[That's the idea, he thinks irritably, but Petre knows that. This whole thing is getting catty and childish. He sighs, rolling onto his back, and pulls his shoulders up to his ears for a moment before letting them drop. His whole body feels like it's knotted up since walking in here and seeing Petre, coiled for a strike he won't make.]

I'll talk, just not about that. Find something else.

[broil]

[to which he tilts his head and frowns in a very oh, come on manner.]

Don't make me do this the easy way.

[he'll use his power on you.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His jaw sets again and he glares hard at the ceiling.]

I heard it a lot as a kid. [Which traces things back to his major hot-button issue.] A lot. Generally and then personally.

[broil]

[a pause. He toys with his fingers, something more deliberate than just fidgetting.]

Worse things they could've called you.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

It wasn't the intensity, it was the regularity. [Now he sits up, rolling his shoulders again and twisting to stretch his back. This isn't helping with the tension, and several small pops go off as he does it.] Situation. Context. A lot of things.