[a day in the life] of pyro. the resident terrorist.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Characters: Whoever wants to bother poor John.
Setting: Everywhere.
Content: Anything.
Status: Forever open and forever incomplete.

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[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Nah. We didn't necessarily have XBOX at the Brotherhood. But I have plenty of practice rotting my brain with this shit. [John says this ultra casual and super sarcastic, smashing some button to throw a grenade and blow some idiots sky high. Yeah, he doesn't talk to many people, but he realizes in this moment that when he does? He'll name drop Brotherhood shit. Maybe it'll keep people out of his business, get them scared shitless enough not to ask more.]

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

No XBOX in the Brotherhood? [There's a fake expression of shock on Jono's face. It looks really fake.] Then what did you do? Play Pictionary?

[Jono's not really one to be intimidated too easily. Being the size of a small tree gets you through school without being bullied, and people generally stepping out of your way. If Jono were to let his brain do a little bit more work and actually think about it, he'd tell himself that terrorists are not the same thing as schoolyard bullies. But right now, John just looks like a kid - kind of a sad and lonely-looking one at that, when he's not trying to put up a tough front - and Jono's not sure whether to take his tough act seriously or not.]

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[Jono gets a glance over for that ridiculously fake tone and then? Congratulations, Jonothan Starsmore: John smiles. A real "yeah, that was actually fucking funny" smile before looking back to the screen. Clearly scaring Jono away isn't an option.]

Yep. Marco Polo. Seven up. That kind of shit. Good times, man.

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[If Jono could know just how rare it is for John to smile a real smile - not one of those smirking, spiteful ones accompanying an insult or two - he'd be pretty pleased with himself. But he just lets out a "heh" and goes back to button mashing.]

Yeah, man. Sounds like a party. I'd never leave. [There's a knowing wink from Jono, who's starting to wonder if joking about staying in versus leaving the Brotherhood is all that wise, but -- oh well. Too late now.]

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was a tough fucking decision. [Yeah, John will joke about this. Why the hell not? No skin off his back. Maybe he's got enough bitterness to go all around, too.] Seven up or XBOX. XBOX or seven up.

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

Hey... [Suddenly Jono turns to John with an all-too-real serious expression on his face.]

We could still play Seven Up here.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[Congratulations again, Jonothan Starsmore! You have been awarded an actual chuckle. John looks over at Jono's face and lets out that chuckle before turning back to the game.]

You'd do that for me? Wow, I'm so lucky.

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[Jono laughs in response, and then they turn their attention back to the video game for awhile. Fortunately, it's not really an awkward silence, since there's plenty of gunshots and shouts from the game.]

Hey, I stopped by your room earlier looking for Kevin. He wasn't there. Has he come back home yet?

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[Did he go somewhere? John doesn't even know. That's the beauty of having a roommate and friend who doesn't really keep tabs. There's no tab-keeping. So John looks a little confused and contemplative for a minute.]

I saw him at lunch. Was he going somewhere?

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

He's just been hard to pin down these days. And sulky. Like, more than usual. I'm kind of worried about him. I wanted to talk to him. Or something.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he's been more doom and gloom, fuck the world and everything in it the past few weeks. [The "ever since he ran into Mortis" goes unspoken. So much for name dropping the Brotherhood. Still, John says this casually, but maybe there's a hint of concern there, too.]