003: stuffed in Davy Jones's locker (forward dated to friday)

[wweh]

(A. 1445 Mitchell)

[Eridan wasn't really a morning person to begin with, and the constant nightmares have not been helping issues, either. He arrives at the breakfast table, eyes heavy, looking like he hasn't had a wink of sleep in days. The caffeinated beverage known as coffee does help matters, but it's not like he really knows how to brew a pot (besides, he's a hipster, we all know he'd be getting Alternian Starbucks)... So he'll just wait around, hoping someone will do it for him.]


(B. Mayfield High, later that day)

[School took forever to get through, as one would usually expect. One thing that certainly didn't help matters was that due to his glasses and his taste in clothing, he was usually a prime target for drone bullies. Being of alternian nobility did not matter much to them, and telling them that they're messing with the wrong sea troll often caused him to get his face in a toilet. You know, the usual. Awkwardly considering it as blackrom flirtation did not help matters, either. By the end of the day, it wasn't uncommon that Eridan be stuffed in a locker, and today was no exception. If you pass by one of the lockers, you can probably hear Eridan slightly whimpering, or yelling. Help him/laugh at him/ be stuck in the locker next to him?]

THIS IS FUCKIN' STUPID.

(C. The Malt Shop, even later)

[Though, everything didn't matter because by the end of the day, Eridan had something he was looking forward to: a date, of all things. At least, that's what he thinks it was. He'll be pacing nervously, waiting for her to show up. Then again, he doesn't know who to look for, as all of this planning was done completely over the phone. It could be anyone.]

Comments

B

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[Ruri had seen the incident and she sighed, idiots. Walking over to the locker she knocked slightly]

Do you want me to get you out?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

Oh no thank you I fuckin' love bein' stuffed into these things.

[Oh the sarcasm is so thick you can cut it with a knife.]

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[The deadpan sarcasm is there]

Well, if that's what you want....

B

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Opens locker

blinks at you]

Sure is. Why're you in there?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh god the bright light from being in darkness Eridan is slightly blinded as he rubs his eyes to adjust. He's still pretty sore about it all.]

Fuckin' pain in the ass fuckin' panwashed assholes... Stuffin' me into a locker an' callin' me a dweeb. They have no clue who they're messin' with...

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

That's a stupid thing to do. Why'd they do that? Did ya piss 'em off or something?

B

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't open the locker, but instead starts beating on it with her cane. loudly.]

Hahaha!

Re: B

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD THE NOISE. Eridan was going to take advantage of the situation to get some beauty sleep but oh god he knows that voice and that cane rattling...]

Ter could you be cuttin' that out I don't want to be goin' deaf from all the rattlin' you're doin'! Besides, I'm tryin' to sleep!

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeridan? [she'd know that grape broken dreams fishy smell anywhere! Terezi very blindly pries open the locker.]

What the hell were you doing in one of the humans' solid containment units?

C

[cameracrush.livejournal.com]

Oiiiii. Anyone here not a drone?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[The voice sounds kinda familiar! Was that the girl he was talking too over the phone? Eridan turns to the direction of the voice only to see Ami looking for her would-be date as well.]

I'm way fuckin' better than any a' these panscrubbed assholes.

B

[dutying.livejournal.com]

[ ... Is that sound coming from a locker.. Minako can't help but sigh a little. Sometimes these drones really went too far in her opinion. Although her face is still rather poker faced and perhaps even a bit disinterested, she does open the locker. ]

You could say that again, I suppose.

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Eridan always knew people liked his voice. Upon hearing that, he obliges in Minako's request. Can never pass down an attempt to look awesome. He repeats his past statement, with all the suaveness a troll stuck in a locker can muster. Which is, very obvious to say, none.]

THIS IS STU-OH GOD ITS SO BRIGHT!!

[smooth, Eridan.]

B

[bleuflag.livejournal.com]

[Luckily for Eridan, just a few moments after he's gotten stuffed into the locker, a muffled voice sounds from outside above the chortling of the bully-drones.]

Oi, knock it off. [There's a sound of mumbling, the drones replying to whoever just addressed them.] --I said knock it off!

[There's a thud of someone else being shoved against the locker door, then a scuffle, then the sound of the bullies telling someone 'they'll be sorry' before footsteps shuffling away. Finally, the locker door is yanked open, a blonde kid with an eyepatch greeting him.]

Hey. You okay?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Eridan isn't sure how to react when the locker opens. Well, besides rubbing his eyes as they adjust to the light. He's honestly a bit grateful. Still doesn't stop him from complaining.]

Slowly gettin' used to all a' it. I swear they fuckin' do it every day. If I didn't know any better I'd say they were hateflirtin'. If its gonna keep happenin' like this I really wish someone would have fuckin' warned me about all a' it.

[he sounds mildly irritated at Sin scaring them away. When you're that desperate, even bullying can seem like blackrom advances...despite what everyone else says.]

B

[a1a100.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's stuck in the locker next to said fish? Yep. This skinny nerd right here.]

Thut up.

[He kind of bangs his hand against the sheet of metal separating the two lockers.]

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[that voice is normally nails on a chalkboard to Eridan, but now it's a mix of that and a the feeling of sleeping on a horrible hotel pillow.]
Great.

Just fuckin' great how much fuckin' worse can my day be gettin'.

Of all the lockers to be gettin stuck in I had to be gettin' stuck in the one next to the one you're stuck in.

B

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[So I guess stuffing trolls into lockers must be a thing, because Gamzee's in one too.

That said, the difference between Gamzee and Eridan is that even though Gamzee very cheerfully occupies the bottom rung of the high school hierarchy, he is too easygoing, and more importantly too tall, to bully. He just got tired of teachers making him go to classes and decided that the locker looked like a good place for both a hiding spot and a nap.

Have some honking snores coming from the locker next to you, Eridan.]

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh god a lisp on one side.

A honk on the other. He's not sure if this day is getting better or worse.]

Gamz please don't tell me they've been stuffin' you in these things too...

A.

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

[Spy usually makes breakfast in the morning, since Pyro is pretty much shit at cooking. He puts a large plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of Eridan when he sees the downcast troll. Afterwards, he leans against the counter, food continuing to sizzle on the stove top.]

I do not usually give coffee to young... zhe younger types such as yourself, but you look absolutely awful. I might be willing to make an exception if you can convince me.

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Eridan does not respond much... he just dozes off slightly]

W...wha? I've been sleepin' terribly lately. Nothin' like wakin' up from the worst a' your fears every night.

A.

[retardantflame.livejournal.com]

[She walks sleepily into the room, aiming a flick at her not!son's head.]

What's up, Eridan?

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[He rubs his head at the spot where she flicked.]

Oh just another fuckin' nightmare...ever since they returned my body back to me I've been havin' the worst a' sleep.

B

[cullscuttlefish]

[Passing in the halls between classes - wait. She knows that voice.]

Eridan? Is that you?

[After a few minutes of yanking at the door, she manages to get it open.]

What the glub happened?

sorry for being so late on this ;w;

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

[Eridan uses the oppourtunity to do a dramatic fall into Fef's arms. Trying to play up the fact that these drones are being mean and responding to his hateflirts with platonic hate. Hey if its attention from her, he's going to play it the fuck up.]

Oh Fef, thank glub you've saved me from all a' the mean panscrubbed humans. No one in this school is understandin' what its like to be a lonely nobleblood. They're all makin' fun a' me even more when I mention it! Everyone's hatin' me an' stuffin' me into these things an' I don't know why...

[Being Ampora is suffering...]