petre's adventures in the big city

[inflori]

WHO: Petre Dodrescu, open.
WHERE: Outside a Bout It Out arcade | online!! | around... possibly at the Bearings, if you so desire.
WHEN: idk I'm too lazy for timelines that make sense
SUMMARY: why are you the way that you are
WARNING: Petre being Petre?? Specific to these prompts: violence, swearing, thinking about eating people alive, drugs. as you do

fight, fight, fight [ Petre's in the back of a Bout It Out arcade, surrounded by the posse of a player who lost to him just moments ago. He's not sending out any distress signals - why would he, he loves a fight - but the tension in the air is something he's feeding on, and that inevitably bleeds into the links of anyone close enough (or who wants to be close enough) to feel it. Petre's all smirks and not responding to taunts for now, which is pretty amazing, but he's just waiting for the first excuse to start pounding. ] - they see me trollin (and failing), they hatin' (with good reason) [ congratulations! You've just stumbled into Petre Charlie's profile on Onnit. Here are a few gems for you to sort through, respond to, or tease him about in a casual conversation. ] > sonovabitx... u wanna talk shit... talk 2 my fase > @smackyou no ill smack YOU... in da ahssole > u wouldnt cry 4 a toster bitch i dont cry 4 nothin not eaven ur grnadma > thinkin abt xaving mby hair... #rocknrole > etc seriously he spams this a lot - all the cool kids are doing it [ Bored, as usual, instead of contributing to the mission. And Angel isn't around, so that makes matters worse, with everyone standing around wondering what else Petre is going to do to fuck up. Starting fights would be the easiest, funnest option, or maybe tracking someone down to eat... ... And that's what he's going to do, he decides. The pictures pop into his head, of finding someone nice and meaty, befriending them long enough to get them out of the way and sink teeth right into their throat. So he goes to the shady part of town and picks his victim. Walking up to them, he readies a smile and opens his mouth, but instead they ask him Hey kid, you wanna buy some drugs? Nobody taught him 'just say no to drugs'. So he says yes. And he buys alien drugs. Feel free to bump into him while he's still on the streets, or back at the bearings, or in some poor establishment that's going to put up with his ass for a little while. The demon baby is high. ]

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GO FIGHT WIN.

[snaphiss]

[Mara doesn't like cockiness or kids, and she especially doesn't like getting a mental pulse from some violent teenager while she's trying to relax at the bar. She's watched a few of his fights, and isn't particularly impressed with his technique. Finally, she decides to just go for it and challenge the kid. Maybe then he'll shut up.]

[It's obviously a great way to meet new people.]

[Mara has a rank in the standings, as highly leveled as she can manage without being too conspicuous for someone who only recently arrived. The profile is under 'Walder Frey', and lists an 80% victory rate. Mara hits the challenge button, and selects the boy so obviously from the Nest.]

Let's see if you can keep up with all that boasting.

[inflori]

[ all these chicks criticizing my technique, how dare ]

[ But, well. There he is in the ring, getting the challenge pop up before the readhead is before him with her avatar in place. Charlie Hellsing, or Hellboy, quirks an eyebrow and purses his lips, this creating his own version of Bitch Face.

His avatar does not move - it's a version of him, eyes blacked out, fangs instead of teeth, too big and too many, and fingers twisted into massive claws. It's a nightmare, but not everyone knows it's a projection of reality, too. ]

Sure, I'd love to embarrass you.

[snaphiss]

I'm sure you would. [Mara doubts that day will come, and it's clear in her voice, in the crackle of total confidence that snaps through the bond all the Nest share.]

[Her avatar isn't customized, and has no distinguishing features beyond the ones given in the default setting. But her score record is nothing to sniff at, and that, she thinks, is the important part. She presses the button to begin the match, and the countdown begins.]

[She intends to let him take the first strike. He seems like the type to take it.]

[inflori]

[ On any other day, an opponent's confidence would make Petre laugh with the certainty of the outcome. This one, though? It makes Petre's thoughts kick with irritation, which then turns into further determination to take a fellow host down. He's already positioned before the button is even pushed, and he lunges toward her in a flash. Her score might be considerable, but Petre's been at this game for a while, and he plays hour after hour. Enhancements accumulate with speed, strength, and so on, but still - someone like him doesn't often invest on building up defense.

He's going to grab at her neck with his claws, ready to snap it right off the avatar. ]

[snaphiss]

[Petre may have played the game more, but Mara has played the real life version a thousand times over. She ducks out of the way easily, spinning left to try and grab at the beast from behind. Her first instinct is to choke it-- him?-- but can these things choke and sputter? Best to try and snap its neck.]

[So she tries to lunge onto the creature's back, trying to get a good hold around its neck and shoulders so she can reach up and strangle the creature.]

[inflori]

[ they fight it's awesome petre gets super frustrated because mara knows a lot of cool moves but in the end he manages to scrape by??

It doesn't stop him from gloating like an asshole. ]

So, from a level of one to ten, how embarrassed are you.

fuckign drugs r bad petre

[tropism]

[ giorno has been doing a lot of pickpocketing lately, mostly involving small tech he can easily wipe out and sell to anyone who pays. after a while one gets an idea as to how much people tend to pay for stolen crap, and he's surprised at how easy it is even in another world. he's collecting credits, that's more or less what he cares about, even though he's not desperate enough for them in the first place.

he does his best not to seek fellow members of the nest during these excursions - unless he absolutely has to. sometimes the brush of things is accidental, however, and giorno seeks this particular mind, so familiar in its rather affected state. giorno moves through the streets around town, quietly following where his mind leads him. when he finds petre, looking a bit odd and disoriented where he was, giorno keeps himself at a distance, frowning at him. ]

Are you alright?

[ there is a press against petre's mind, the feel of vines moving through. a cursory check-up. ]

but they make me so cool

[inflori]

[ He's frowning. A lot. Seemingly to himself, or at himself, even though there's no mirrors or anyone to talk to. When Gio approaches he snaps his head, irritated and mellowed out all at once, voice slurring slightly. ]

Uhm, yeah? Why wouldn't I be okay?

[ As noted by how he is emphasizing words for no apparent reason, eyes set on Gio with super wide attention. Thing is, they're not really blue anymore - the pupils seem to have expanded so much the iris is blacked out completely. ]

I'm awesome. Why aren't you?

[tropism]

[ petre is wrong about the fact that he isn't awesome, but then again, he figures that petre is wrong about a lot of things, and he supposes he'll let that slide for now.

his eyes look familiar, however. it's the kind of thing that giorno has encountered back home, the kind of thing that he's killed people for. on the other hand, petre isn't exactly the kind of pathetic victims he'd seen in naples. petre was one of them, and perhaps can be trusted to keep himself out of trouble. most days.

this isn't one of those days, and giorno scowls at his apparent lack of control, moving forward to grab at his hand. ]

You shouldn't be alone. How much did you take?

[inflori]

[ Once again his head snaps, but his reaction time is still slow - slower than usual. He wouldn't be so great at putting up a fight in this state, but he'd still have a dangerous bite. He might even be too rash about it if provoked, but until then - ]

What do you care? This is fun. Let me have fun.

[tropism]

I care, because you are alone here, and you have no idea what you're doing. [ a tilt of the head. ] Especially since you're not exactly helpless.

[ quite the opposite, really. petre was one of them, and while he wasn't a broodmate, giorno feels a certain responsibility for him. it's unfortunate for petre that his more responsible side tends to come out at the worst moment. ]

Petre, let's go somewhere. [ having said that, he will drag him away. ]

[inflori]

[ He's ready to complain (yap) in retribution to what he's being told, but it's too late - he's already being tugged away. ]

You - bitch, let me go! I hate you!

[ Who knew drugs could make him an even bigger child than he already is. ]

i n t e r n e t 8'| petre why

[frakkincylons]

[ with angel asleep, sam has twice the extranet digging work to do, and unfortunately, while looking through reports and responses to the bout it out incident, he ends up on petre's page.

and just feels...

so confused by life and everything in it. ]

What is it you're not supposed to be crying about? Didn't know you were so involved with the elderly, how sweet.

[ a direct message, coming from "peteyneedsanap" - an account that was just made two minutes ago ]

[inflori]

[ uhm wow???? ]

not rly cuz they suk ass but bitchx stil gna waine

[frakkincylons]

I can't even guess what the last two words there where supposed to be. Did you have a seizure?

[inflori]

fuk u
in the ass

internet ( un: dodgers19 )

[decommission]

you still taking challengers?

[ he's gotta make up for his bad showing last time

what was that about no one under level 15? ]

[inflori]

bitx can u REED

[ petre can u spell ]

[decommission]

worried you might lose?

[inflori]

why da fuck would i luz

[decommission]

i don't know, you're the one making a big deal
not wanting to fight people
suit yourself :)

wish that I could be like the cool kids

[vocalis]

[ He knew something was up the moment he started looking for his datapad in the fridge. Was that before or after he spent ten minutes marveling at how big his yaoi hands are? The state of mind Aoba's found himself in isn't normal. It takes a minute of solid concentration to figure out where the lack of normalcy is stemming from. ]

Petre.

[ It's muttered under his breath at the same time he reaches for Petre's mind. ]

Petre... what is this? What are you doing?

[inflori]

( What? Me? I'm living my life. What are you doing? )

[ Seriously, come out and have fun dude!! ]

[vocalis]

Well, I was looking for my datapad.

[ Something that's been bothering him for nearly a week, that... doesn't seem to bother him at all right now. Weird. The hazy feeling is still radiating from his connection to Petre, and that answer did nothing for his question. ]

You sound... different. Where are you?

[inflori]

( Do I? )

[ He might as well start giggling at that. Why is it funny? Who knows, who cares. ]

( I'm at... this place. Out here. Come over. )

[ He could not be more useless and vague if he tried, but. Maybe their connection can bring them together. Aww. ]