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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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

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[ 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. ]

[tropism]

[ keeps on talking like he never said anything, at all. and that yapping isn't convincing giorno to let him go, so petre will have to bear holding his hand. ]

You'll get into trouble. Or someone else will try to provoke you and you'll make them regret it.

Otherwise, I don't really care if you do it in your own place and your own time.

[inflori]

So what if they provoke me? What if I make them regret it? I bet it'll be fun.

[ Slurring his words, just a little bit, in direct contradiction to a sudden burst of energy he gets. He yanks his hand away from Giorno's, adjusting his clothes fussily. ]

You can at least take me somewhere fun. I'm worse when I'm bored.

[tropism]

[ rather casually, ]

It won't be fun when I'm done with you.

[ and he most definitely doesn't like being forced to deal with someone who has no problems dishing out that kind of thing.

but petre makes a point regarding boredom, and giorno shrugs. ]

Fine. We'll go to the strip.

[inflori]

[ Just to be needlessly dramatic, Petre gasps and nudges Giorno. Just a little push. ]

Are you threatening me? You bitch.

[tropism]

What of it? It's not like you're afraid.

[ he takes the gentle push casually, but he doesn't let go of him. occasionally he turns to check in on him to make sure he's not falling over or whatever; he could check with their connection, he supposes, but under the influence, he'd rather not give petre a reason to come after him once he's sobered up. ]

[inflori]

[ With a groan, ] No. I'm pissed off.

[ Two completely different things, though either one would be just as dangerous in Petre's World. He doesn't handle fear well - there's no flight for him, only fight. ]

But fine. Whatever. Let's go.

[ And so he tags along, movements lazy, blinking with effort. His eyes are having trouble focusing, something he hadn't noticed before. ]