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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 2:43 pm
Roch was in a good mood. Okay, so he was still disturbed by that last trial, and he still woke up gasping for air and thinking he was a guitar--being paranoid about all sorts of stuff--but he was a WINNING paranoid boil. That said something, okay? He had WON THE JACKIN' HORSEMEN TRIALS. Not just War. ALL of the things. They were his. He had a medal! And so the punk boil headed down the path to the demon dorm, intent on showing that medal off to his best friend. Danny liked shiny things, right? And that medal? Even if he KNEW it wasn't worth going through all the s**t they'd gone through, it still looked jackin' good in front of all of Halloween. It was a buffer--a clear sign that he was changing for the better. Boogies were less likely to toss a horsemen trial champ into juvie, to put it bluntly. They had been INTERVIEWED.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 5:56 pm
Hair? Flawless.
Outfit? Stunning. And by stunning he meant shirtless.
Eyes? Deep circles that belied the little sleep he'd gotten over the last few nights. Ok, so maybe he wasn't as perfect looking as he usually aimed for, but it couldn't be helped. He kept waiting to nightmares about empty rubble, broken rooms and photographs of her. No, not her, the mousey one with the dark hair; the other HER, the first one. His sister.
Whatever. The lack of sleep left him in a grumpy mood. He was even more sour thanks to the fact that they didn't even win anything besides paltry consolation prizes - some team they'd turned out to be. He hadn't even HEARD from - what was her name? oh, Emily- since the event. He didn't remember seeing her after the closing ceremony either. If what she'd seen was as dark as his nightmares, he couldn't blame her.
Unfortunately, the boil couldn't sit in his dorm and pout forever. His fridge was by now completely emptied, and his stomach was telling him on no uncertain terms to get to the cafeteria post-haste. It was in this mindset that Johnny Danger sauntered out the door and through the hallway, only to run into -
Boxers. How ******** wonderful. And worse, he looked pleased.Cheerful, even. That wouldn't do.
"Are you lost or something, dweeb? Reaper dorm's that way."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:01 pm
Roch stopped, looking blankly at the demon, something evil creeping to the surface in his silver eyes. "What? Did you say something?" he asked blankly. "Because I could have sworn I heard you saying... I don't know, something like... 'Dweeb'?"
He moved closer, an evil grin pulling at his lips as he got in Johnny's face. "If you ain't nice to me I won't show you my pretty medal," he taunted. Ohhhh, this day got so much better so fast! "I suppose you could look at your own--oh wait, you didn't get one."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:17 pm
This was just.
Wicked.
Uncool.
He had completely forgotten that Boxer's team - what was it, Ice Breakers? - had been one of the winners of the trial competition. That just buttered his biscuits. Burned his biscuits? Whatever. There were definitely some biscuit related casualties. Why couldn't it have been ANYONE ELSE, JD didn't know. He suddenly and very strongly wished he'd just stayed in his room after all. He couldn't turn tail and run now, though. That'd be like Boxers had won again.
"I don't need no stinkin' medal, Boxers," JD sneered, trying not to look completely jealous and failing. "I could BUY a whole closet full of medals if I wanted. But I got better things to do. Unlike you, obviously." He pointed back at his dorm and waggled his eyebrows.
"Come to see the show? I know how much you wanted to get in my pants last time, dude. How many times do I gotta tell you I don't swing that way?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:22 pm
"Even if I DID swing that way, man, that's disgusting. I didn't want IN your pants, I WANTED your pants, cuz the jackin' cookie creature ate mine," Roch said. "Course that was better than the dress," he added with a frown, then shrugged.
He had just gotten distracted, hadn't he? "So you can't buy yourself a closet full of medals cuz you're busy doin' somethin' else in there, huh?" he went on. "Now I know you're lyin' about bein' straight," he taunted. "Since you're comin' out of the closet now."
Now he was just teasing the guy. But still! "How's your singin' comin? Learned to stay on key yet?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:27 pm
He glared.
"I don't even like you." JD had to admit, it was not one of his better comebacks. Jack, he was so off his game. He resisted the urge to rub sleep from his eyes - that would be TOO pathetic.
And then he had to mention singing. Nope, it was still on. Here he went again...
"I don't know, why don't you call up and ask my record label. Although I doubt they'd waste time talking to a scrub like you."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:32 pm
...
He...
Had NOT just gone there...
Roch gave the other boil a dirty look, which clearly showed that he'd just hit a sore spot. "I could get a record contract," he muttered, pouting like a little kid. "I just don't NEED one."
Oh, yeah, THAT was a great comeback. "I got a MEDAL. A HORSEMEN medal." And he pulled it out of his vest, showing it off. "See?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:39 pm
"I know what they look like," JD muttered bitterly, looking away. Stupid Trials gave him horrible, cold-sweat inducing nightmares, and he hadn't anything nearly as choice to show for it. Life was so unfair.
"Well, I'm very PROUD of you, Boxers. What a little over achiever. Want a pat on the a**? Because if so you're going to leave empty handed."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:41 pm
"Were you weaponized?" Roch asked curiously. "Or just shot to death?" Now he was getting off subject.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:48 pm
Weaponized? Shot? What was this guy talking about? The trials? JD looked bewildered, and very thrown off. However, eaten by a fog monster sounded decidedly uncool. He just stared at the other boy in sullen anger, and tried not to think.
It came to him anyway.
Home. That was a word that would never have the same meaning to him. He could only remember bits and pieces though. Broken up, like a...Like the photograph. A relic left buried in the rubble. His house, in ruins. Abandoned. He was all alone again, all alone with the mist. Only that wasn't really alone in the true sense of the word, as it watched him with beady yellow eyes -
"I don't know what you're talking about," he stated icily, through gritted teeth. "Why don't you just. Go ask one of your gal pals to do your nails, or whatever you came here for."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:56 pm
"Nah, they just crawl into my bed," he said evilly, grinning slightly. So this guy hadn't been weaponized OR shot. Huh. At least it didn't seem like he had. That made him feel fine about giving him s**t. He might have empathized if he'd gone through something like that.
"At least I got natural nails," he added, looking down at JD's hands with a hint of a snort. "What the hell is with that, anyway?" he asked. "How the hell can you play with your hands like that?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 7:13 pm
"My hands, thank you very much, are effing metal." This was somewhat literal. "I've got the golden touch, don't you know. Golden tongue -" he did something very suggestive - "golden fingers." He actually was pretty proud of his hands, and wasn't afraid to show them off. He even grabbed he tongue between his fingers and made it shine gold for a moment.
"So they crawl into your bed if you come fetch them? That's nice. Is one of them named Hangela? I hear she's got the hots for you." He waggled his eyebrows. His stomach chose that moment to gurgle warningly, and he clutched his belly with a dramatic sigh.
"Sorry dweeb, but I really gotta jet. It's been fun catching up."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 7:20 pm
"Who the jack is Hangela?" Roch asked blankly as the demon walked away. It totally ruined his chance at getting a parting shot in, but oh well. He paused for a moment before grinning evilly. "Time to blow out his windows!" he said cheerfully, racing off to the dorm.
He was REALLY enjoying today.
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