station72 | petre's adventures in the big city

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. ]

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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

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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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

wtf????

what wtf?
i thought you knew

not rly but ok ill fit u this wil b funny az shit

any time any place

[ set up a room, kiddo ]

ok

[ And what do you know. He's knocking at Steve's door. ]

[ And here pops a familiar face, one side of his mouth quirking upward as he leans against the open doorway. ]

You should know - I've been practicing.

[ Not nearly enough to actually beat Petre, but hey, getting his ass beat at Bout It Out isn't the worst distraction. ]

Well, I don't need to practice.

[ He sounds like the antagonist in every high school movie ever, arms crossing as he walks into Steve's room uninvited, taking a look around to see what he's done with his place. He would have done it sooner, if he cared enough to be that invasive. ]

How many times have you won?

[ Not much to look at in Steve's room. He's got the lighting set on normal. Besides some folded up laundry on the bed there isn't much in the way of Concordian knick-knacks, he's only been spending money on the necessities - the sole exception being a notebook on the table. ]

I'm five and twenty. On the up. [ Five wins in the last week! ]

Remind me to get you a cookie.

[ Shut up, Petre. The tidiness of the room bores him, but the notebook standing by its lonesome draws him in, hand stretching out to pick it up. ]

Are you trying to ask me for tips? I'm not giving you any.

[ Before he can reply to that his arm snakes out as Petre reaches for the notebook, moving to stop him from picking it up. ]

That's private.

[ Oh, but that just makes it so much more interesting. ]

Why? What's in it?

Nothing - [ He gets his hand around the spine of the notebook, pulling it.

There are drawings inside, sketches of people in the Nest: his broodmates, Sam Wilson, Bucky, Angel, a few of the political figures around Concordia, a view of the city from the roof. ]

No, I wanna see.

[ His hold is strong; in their little tug-of-war, he manages to snap it off Steve's hand and open it at a random page. It falls on Sam's face, at which point he starts to shift through the pages, one by one, until he grows bored.

But then there's Angel. Because what else would get his attention. ]

... Did she ask you to do this?

[ The sketchbook slips from his hands and before he can snatch it back Petre's already got the pages open. The lines are quick and loose, stylized in a way that suggests the portraits were done from memory rather than a seated subject. ]

No. [ He lets out a sharp breath. ] I was going to show her - [ eventually, he's just weird about showing people his art, especially when they're the subject. At that he makes another grabs for the sketchbook with both hands, pulling it from Petre's grip. ]

[ This time he does let it go. He's focused on Steve, though, suddenly trying to gauge how much Angel means to him. It's not a relationship he'd thought about before, now wondering if he should be protective about it. It's not like Steve's given him the impression he should pose a threat. ]

Do you like her?

[ With the sketchbook back in his possession he snaps it shut, pulling it under his arm. Petre gets a questioning look - that he would ask that seems to surprise Steve. ]

Yeah, of course - who doesn't? [ Rhetorical question. As far as he knows everyone gets along with Angel.

Anyway - ]

You still wanna fight or what?

[ It's clear in his eyes that there are more questions he wants to ask, maybe even some demands he wants to make. She's his brood, and the possessiveness he's developed around her is hardly a secret to anyone who sticks around long enough to witness it. When the question comes his eyes are already downward, a slight frown pressing his brows. Steve's harmless. Right? He's not one of those people who want to take her away from him with claims that he's a monster. ]

No.

[ He presses his lips, twists them to the side. Then he decides: ]

Let's go out.

[ No - okay. At this point he's not going to keep pushing, what started as a way to get in some simple practice in has morphed into something bordering on wary tension. He's not looking to start a real fight here.

Both eyebrows raise when Petre continues, surprised again. ]

Where?

I don't know. A park, I guess? Unless you wanna go eat.

[ That's his default option every time: eating. Parks not so much, but Steve looks like the kind of idiot who would enjoy staring at nature, and Petre is willing to accommodate for once. ]

[ His eyebrows return to their resting place and he frowns again. ]

Why not both? [ That's more than doable. ] You don't mind eating from food carts, do you?

[ With that he starts to step outside the room. ]

[ He doesn't mind eating from anywhere! Challenge accepted! ]

Okay, sure. Are you gonna bring your drawings with you?

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