[Open Log~]

[brotimaeus]

What: Choose your own adventure ;D Whatever happens, happens.
Who: Teenage Bro Strider and anyone who has the nerve to come near him.
When: June 11
Where: School/Juanes

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A. [school; morning]

[Morning classes? What morning classes? Before the bell rings, he's in the hallways, but after, he's nowhere to be found. At least, not for a good ten minutes, when the teachers and (most of) the students are safely tucked away in the classrooms. It's then that he appears again, making his way to an empty music room to chill and kick back until next period.

Hey, they tell him he has to come to school. Well, he's in school, and let's face it, classes run a lot more smoothly when he isn't in them. He can be found with his feet up on a table, meticulously tuning an electric guitar.]

B. [school; lunch break & afternoon]

[After he ducks into the cafeteria for a few minutes, he heads out to the bleachers for a cigarette or five. When it starts to rain, he retreats underneath them, remaining there for the rest of the school day.]

C. [juanes; after school]

[He's sat at one of the tables in the food court with a Cola that smells suspiciously like it's been laced with something to give it a little more.. kick. There's a sketchbook open on the table, and he has two coloured pencils tucked behind one ear and one held between his teeth as he draws with another.

In keeping with the style of unsettling graffiti that has been cropping up over the city, he's doodling one of his ironic comics. Don't worry. You're probably not ironic enough to get it.]

Comments

B

[tookthename]

[Carol sees him duck out of the lunch room and gets the unexplained urge to follow him. She finishes her food as quickly as possible and heads outside, a still uneaten apple in her hand. It isn't a mystery where he's going, especially when she sees that it's raining outside.

When she makes it under the bleachers she just follows the scent of cigarette smoke. Sure enough it leads her right to Bro.]

You know those things will kill you one day. [Her typical hello when they meet under these circumstances.]

[brotimaeus]

[He hadn't expected to be followed, but it's not unusual for him to end up with company while he's hiding out here.

When Carol appears, he rolls his eyes over to her, then snorts softly.]

Yeah? So could a bus, but I ain't gonna stop usin' those. [He exhales a cloud of smoke in her direction.] You come down here for a reason, Legs? Or just to give me health advice?

[tookthename]

At least a bus would be quicker. [She rolls her eyes right back] The lunch room was too crowded today. [It wasn't the best excuse, but it wasn't the worst. Then, almost as an after thought] And don't call me Legs, Strider.

[brotimaeus]

Bull and shit, Danvers. [No, he's not buying that, not even for a second.]

We both know that ain't why you're here, so what is it? Finally wanna get some?

[tookthename]

Sorry to burst your bubble, but not in a million years [It's not like she thinks you're hot or anything. THERE IS NO COLOR COMING TO HER CHEEKS PLEASE AVERT YOUR EYES]

What, I can't want to get out of the lunch room every once in a while too?

C

[callbacks]

[Dave peers over his brother's shoulder way longer than he actually needs to satisfy his curiosity, because backing up means admitting that he doesn't really get it and that Bro's comics transcend his understanding of irony in a way that's kind of unsettling.

He munches on a French fry to prove that his state of settlement is firmly not in the un- category.]

That's some sick shading.

[brotimaeus]

[Of course he knows Dave is there, and he knows what that lengthy lingering behind him means. When he speaks, Bro twitches his elbow back, digging it gently against Dave's stomach.

Not too hard. He'll throw off his drawing rhythm.]

Aspirin' to be an art critic, little bro? Just when I thought you couldn't be more of a fuckin' nerd.

[callbacks]

[Dave's only reaction to the elbow is to bend slightly and let out a little huff of air. If you don't dodge it, you take it like a man without complaint. Them's the rules.

He drops his backpack on the ground and takes his own seat at the table, still holding his French fries in hand rather than putting them in easy reach.]

Well, give me time, I'm only a freshman. Plenty of room to grow into a grand D&D master, overlord of the geeks and Ritalin addicts.

[He reaches down to unzip his backpack one-handed and pulls out a stapled packet, which he slides over to Bro.]

Here, these're your English grades back.

[Dave manages to say "your" without a trace of irony, although they of course know the joke. If you can call it one.]

[brotimaeus]

[Yes, good, take it like a man and he's less likely to do it again just to be a tool. Bro mostly ignores him, though he smirks faintly at what he says, at least until that packet is slid over to him.

Then, he just sighs and rolls his eyes.]

You ain't ever gonna see how much of a fuckin' waste of time this is, are you?

A~

[librariansheart]

[She'd been running late this morning, which meant that she hadn't been able to avoid the jeers from the loitering popular crowd in the yard, or the tripping feet and game of keep-away with the book she'd been carrying. Which left Sheska limping a little as she made her way to her first class a bit late. Her palms were only a little scraped, and honestly she was more worried about the state of the book, and whether or not Mr. Koizumi would be upset with her for being late. Again.

She was just passing the music rooms on her way to the second floor when she stopped short, puzzled. But... there weren't any music classes first thing in the morning. Edging over to the door, she hesitated, then knocked on the frame.]

Ah... B-beg your p-pardon, um... A-are you allowed t-to be here?

[brotimaeus]

No.

[He plucks a guitar string, faintly off-key, and lets the sound reverberate as he gives her a long, steady look over the rims of his shades.]

You gonna rat me out, Shez?

[librariansheart]

[A vivid memory of the last time someone had thought she'd snitched on them shook her, and she paled, shrinking in on herself a little. Really, this door made an excellent shield. Maybe she'd just stay here. ]

N-n-no! I-I wouldn't d-do that to you! T-the teachers shouldn't m-mind too much, right?

[Something of a small lie, that. Some of them wouldn't bother to get upset this late in the semester, but some would get angry regardless. She amended her statement hastily.]

W-well m-most of them, anyway.

[brotimaeus]

[He pauses, then scoffs and shakes his head.]

Relax, girl. I ain't about to go prayin' mantis on you.

[It's just, really, he doesn't give even half a shit about what the teachers think. A truant officer hasn't managed to catch him yet.]

What are you doin' here?

B

[hypertoxic]

[ It's not that wise for her to be here. She still feels obligated - in a way that would be somewhat horrified if she would at all admit to herself she felt that way - to keep an eye on Meenah. But the authorities are still giving chase, and she's even more harried than yesterday and now low on sleep and food. The rain sets off a string of curse words that doesn't peter off until she's sheltering under the bleachers.

Oh. Hey. There's someone else here. Vriska pulls her wet hair out of her face and inspects him. Looks like Dirk. May not be Dirk. Well. Might be a Dirk.

She looks away and scoffs, to herself. Fucking Striders. ]

[brotimaeus]

[Fucking Serkets. As far as he knows there's nothing untoward going on, and he's never one to ignore a pretty girl.

Reasonably pretty, anyway.

The drowned rat look isn't really doing much for her.]

Sound like that's just beggin' to start a conversation. You got somethin' to say?

[hypertoxic]

[ The look she gives him is at once sour and appraising. Like she'd rather not be here, but she'll still check him out. You know. Clinically. Yeah!

Which one is he dammit.

Expertly navigating her hands around her horns, she pulls her hair back like she'd put it in a ponytail, but she lets it drape down the column of her spine again. She continues fussing with her appearance a little as she eyes him. Sigh. Alright. Conversation: engage. ]

Not to you! At least, not until I figure out which Strider you are. Then I'll decide if I care!

[brotimaeus]

[He shrugs nonchalantly. See if he cares, really. Checking her out doesn't require that she talks.]

Well, lil' lady, when you work it out, you let me know, yeah?

B

[notinthecards]

[About an hour after lunch, backpack slung over one shoulder, Remy vaults over the athletic field fences and starts making his way toward school, using his backpack as a makeshift umbrella, and somehow lighting a cigarette along the way.]

[brotimaeus]

[He's watching the rain fall while he works his way slowly through his third cigarette, and spots Remy through the seats as he appears. Bro lets out a soft, scoffing sound through his nose and shakes his head, emerging from cover just enough to wave him over.]

[notinthecards]

[It's out of his way, but Remy's curious, so he lopes over, covering more space with each stride than it seems he ought to, and stepping out of the rain and under the bleachers with an agile sideways shit.]

Just being hospitable, or is there something you want from the boy?

[brotimaeus]

[Nice trick. He'd be more impressed if he couldn't clear the field in half a second, but hell, it might come up for comment anyway. He's not met anyone outside his family who can move like that.]

I ain't the kind of asshole who'd let a guy risk having his cigarette put out.

[He smirks.]

Don't read too much into it.

A

[fuckincakewake]

[ No time to actually go to class! Roxy's only in school to retrieve Dirk and plan their assault on the Batterbitch. Of course the asshole is nice and awol before the first bell, so now she's peeking in all the classrooms to try and spot him before their lovely despotic teacher queen catches sight of them. Spotting a familiar dude in the music room, Roxy quickly ducks inside. ]

Yeah, don't be where we agreed to meet, that'd be too fuckin easy, right? [ Pause, then admits. ] Actually this might be a little more stealthy, whatever. So what's the plan?

[brotimaeus]

[With his middle finger, he slides his shades down half an inch, the pushes them back up again and strums out a chord over the guitar strings.]

I reckon you got me confused for someone else, blondie. [He smirks, reclining slightly in the chair.] Not that I'm objectin' to the interruption.

[fuckincakewake]

[ ....What?? Roxy huffs in frustration, shifting her weight restlessly. ]

I'm looking for Dirk Strider, you gonna tell me that's not you?

[ Cossing the room to the boy. ]

Don't be weird, we got a serious condentuation. Condesce situation.

[brotimaeus]

Sure, that's my name, but no one calls me that.

[He keeps one eye on her, but most of his attention is still on the guitar. Maybe she's got a touch of that lunar fever he heard about on the TV this morning. Does he really care? ... No, not really.]

And that was one hella lazy truncation. B+ for effort, though, and I'm bein' generous.