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?

B

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Opens locker

blinks at you]

Sure is. Why're you in there?

B

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

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

Hahaha!

C

[cameracrush.livejournal.com]

Oiiiii. Anyone here not a drone?

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.

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?

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.]

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.]

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.

A.

[retardantflame.livejournal.com]

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

What's up, Eridan?

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?