Punk Beam

[deathboss]

Who: BAD END=DEAD END and your newest annoyance
Where: BAD END=DEAD END dorm
When: Day 100th, baby!

[The tall boy that emerges from the dorm doesn't look annoyed or confused or frighted, instead more like he's ready to bust some heads and get to work, whatever that may entail (or entrail). After all, he doesn't remember much, but he does know something; that he wants to be a star!]

HOOOOOOOOOOOU!

FELLOW BANDMATES, I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT I HAVE ARRIVED!

[...

...Please clap.]

Comments

[criminaljustice]

... more colorful idol castmates.

[hi. have a scruffy-haired, plaid-pajama pants wearing protag]

[deathboss]

[How many pants could a plaid-pajama pants wearing protag perfectly put on with pride?]

HELLO NEW BANDMATE! Nice to meet you.

[Well honestly, not all that much. Here's here to win this but you gotta make sure your team is taken care of, etc etc.]

[criminaljustice]

[many. many pants.]

... I'm lead singer.

[you said bandmate, i will run with this]

[neverbeentogeorgia]

Where've you been? Depression napping?

[criminaljustice]

My boyfriend's gone, so. Yeah.

[fight me about it.]

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ eh. not interested. ]

That's some shit luck there.

[searingedgelord]

[ok so she heard about A from C, so she's coming over to see him]

Hey.

[criminaljustice]

[HE'S. FINE?]

Hey...

[searingedgelord]

[look, she knows what it’s like to lose a boyfriend here ok, it’s not fun]

You doing okay?

[criminaljustice]

[... it is decidedly Not Fun.]

Trick question when a person's in Hell, isn't it.

[searingedgelord]

[she sighs and is gonna pull him into a hug]

I’m sorry about A.

[criminaljustice]

[... oh 8(

just kind of slumps into the hug and... brings up his arms to hug back.]

[searingedgelord]

[petting his hair]

Let me know if you need anything.

[criminaljustice]

... I just need to be doing things. I'm tired of being idle. Gives me too much time to think.

[searingedgelord]

What kind of things?

[criminaljustice]

I dunno.

Haven't done a live outside of the fanmail one in a while.

Maybe something like that.

[searingedgelord]

Yeah. haven't either, actually. Any ideas?

[criminaljustice]

Not really...

[sighing and drawing back a bit while running a hand through his hair]

Maybe hitting baseballs through upper windows?

But if people start complaining about glass again, I might hit them with a bat and that won't do any good.

[just saying. that's about where he's at]

[searingedgelord]

[Hm.

Well she doesn't seem to be judging him for being cranky]

Maybe we should try to steal from the cafe. "Sneak" in at night and take all the snacks.

[criminaljustice]

... less cathartic but also... more snacks.

[searingedgelord]

It's worth considering, anyway.

You could help me cook sometimes, too. Chopping vegetables can be cathartic. And you said you wanted to learn my curry recipe, right?

[criminaljustice]

Trust me with a knife?

[this semi-amused cocked eyebrow is clearly a tease but y'know]

[searingedgelord]

[Silly Joker.]

I trust you with my life.

[so trusting him with a knife isn’t a huge leap.]

[criminaljustice]

[... WELP.




wow, who knew that kind of thing could hit him in the dokis or something. uhhh]

... yeah?

[searingedgelord]

[reaches up to ruffle his hair a little]

Yeah.