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thoughtformed2013-06-11 03:53 pm
brotimaeus) wrote in thoughtformed2013-06-11 03:53 pm
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[Open Log~]
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.]
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.]
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[He shifts a bit, showing a flicker of interest.]
Can you demonstrate a few, or do I need to pay for a show?
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[He reaches up, seeming to pull a card out from under the brim of bro's hat, and turns to reveal it. The Jack of Hearts.]
This your card?
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Always. Okay, I'll admit that's impressive.
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[He glances out from under the bleachers, over to the school.]
You headin' back in there?
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No choice. Got business to conduct, mon ami.
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You got that in English flavour for the sadly uneducated?
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Let the good times roll.