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. ]

Comments

[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. ]