tushanshu_logs | teenaged dirt bags [open]

Characters: Brandon Sharpe and open
Date: Forward dated to Feb 23rd.
Location: Several stores and locations in Keeliai.
Situation: After a rather harrowing conversation, Brandon's basically been avoiding everyone and everything imaginable. But unfortunately for him, no one in Keeliai does grocery delivery services. Teenaged boys go through their food stash pretty handily.
Warnings/Rating: Ridiculously histrionic teenaged boy angst? Couple of thread-headers in the post itself for anyone who might want to run into him.

[He can admit that starving himself into a slow and wasting death is probably too dramatic. Even so, it takes him until the last box of weird Keeliai crackers to even think about going outside.

Showering is a process. He doesn't think about the last time this happened, when Steph had to come over and find him after the executions at the so-called 'Sacrificial Altar' just to help him shave. Now he doesn't even look in the mirror when he gets out of the shower, he just towel-dries his hair and leaves to get dressed, peach-fuzz be damned.

'Getting dressed' is also a process, albeit less of one than showering. He digs something out of his closet that has a hood that'll obscure his features enough, and then a pair of sunglasses. When he's finished he looks half like something that walked off the set of Hobo with a Shotgun and The Breakfast Club but all pretentions of vanity aside he really just doesn't care.

His hands are almost shaking when he opens the door. It's probably a combination of hunger or fatigue or something. He hasn't slept well since--

Yeah. He's just. Not going to think about that.]

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[It must be a day for teenage boys to go shopping since Victor's out looking to replenish his food supplies as well today. He's got a shopping list in hand as he walks, doing a quick mental check off of the things he's already picked up.

Not paying enough attention to where he's going either, Victor turns a corner and ends up walking right into Brandon. Worried about jabbing someone with his spikes, he's quick to pull that arm away before he even realizes who he's walked into.]

Sorry about that.

[Brandon doesn't even register that it's - what's this guy's name again? - until the apology. And then he just waves a dismissive hand.

Man, he seriously can't remember the guy's name. They've talked a few times. He thinks his codename is Anole but he's totally blanking on anything else.]

Whatever, just watch where you're going next time.

[Victor misses the wave entirely, a little too surprised by the state he sees Brandon in. He's having trouble remembering a name to go with the guy's face but he's almost positive his codename is Striker. ]

Are you alright, man?

What the hell do you think? You ran into me. I'm peachy.

['Irate' doesn't even begin to cover it. He's spent a week in solitary, okay, and Anole's an easy target to take his irritation out on.]

[The irate response surprises Victor and he stares for a moment. He glances quickly to make sure he didn't accidentally jab the other guy with a spike before responding.]

We barely bumped into one another. I doubt it had that much of an effect on you.

Who knows. Maybe I'm about to go have a mental breakdown.

[THE MOST FRUSTRATED SIGH and then he turns to examine a pack of chips on the rack to his right.]

Look. Whatever. Sorry. It's been a bad-- month. You're Anole, right? Hector or something?

From a bump?

[Victor lets it go after that though. The irritation he'd been feeling is defused by the apology and the mutant nods.]

It's okay. And close. Codename's right but my name's Victor.

From a lot of shit. And no I don't want to talk about it.

[He puts those chips back on the rack and folds his arms across his chest. It's a standoffish posture.]

Right. X-Man or something.

[Vic arches a brow.]

Not that I wouldn't listen if you did but I wasn't going to ask. [He got the impression Brandon didn't want to talk from how irritable he seemed.]

Yeah, I'm with the X-Men. The younger squad anyway.

[He pauses a moment to examine some of the chips to see if it's anything he wants to buy.]

If you're not looking to talk, I could always offer a distraction.

Seriously? Man that is some nice-guy bullshit on the happen there. I'm pretty sure you have no actual reason to give a shit.

[hostility levels rising.

because Brandon is the most mature human being ever.]

[Victor rolls his eyes at the hostility. It's like talking to Julian.]

No reason beyond things like empathy or general compassion for a fellow human being.

Yeah, because I'm really going to buy that.

[The sad thing is, he's pretty sure that -- Hector, or Victor or whatever his name is probably is a decent guy. He'd just rather not admit it or even consider it on a conscious level right now.]

[Victor arches a brow at that and gives Brandon a quizzical look.]

What's not to buy about it?

[A flat look.]

Maybe I'm just a pessimist. The whole love-thy-neighbours boyscout shit never really held a lot of water with me.

[Victor actually was a boyscout when he was younger but he's not about to bring that up. Instead he just gives Brandon a flat look right back.]

I know what having a crap month so I'm not unsympathetic to someone else that's having one. What other reason would I have? And for that matter, would it matter why?

Yeah it kind of would. There's plenty of people out there who'd play sympathetic just so they can have blackmail material later. God, do you even read ONTD?

[Well now he's just being belligerent.]

Blackmail? [That look gets flatter.] Seriously? I wouldn't do anything like that and no, I don't read ONTD.

Yeah, well, I have no way of knowing that. You're green.

[AND THUS UNTRUSTWORTHY.

BECAUSE WIZARD OF OZ.

OR SOMETHING.]

I just told you. And what the hell does me being green have to do with anything?

Seriously? Do I have to explain it? You know what else is green? Skrulls. Besides, the whole physical mutation thing freaks a guy out.

[... Yes, the guy who can create and manipulate lightning gets weirded out by physical mutations. GJ Brandon, your jackass is showing.]

I'm not a Skrull. And it's not like all of them are bad anyway. [He just gives Brandon an annoyed look when he brings up being freaked out by physical mutations.] Excuse me? What exactly about it freaks you out?

Oh yeah. Just most of them. That's reassuring.

[And then Brandon just gives him a flat look.]

Really? You can't do the math on that one?

I doubt it's even most of them.

[Victor's eyes narrow a moment.]

There's no reason you should be freaked out.

Hey, it's not like I'm a mutant.

[Buttons are being pushed all up in this joint, man.]

You have some kind of problem with mutants now?

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