( 1st banana peel ✘ intro )

[benchguin]

Characters: fudou akio (benchguin)
Setting: floor 14 - media room OR some hallway
Format: can be whatever!
Summary: fudou wakes up after his joyous arrival and does his thing.
Warnings: jerk being a jerk, but that's about it.

[ OPTION A: media room ]

[ Like all newcomers, rather than feeling welcomed, they felt other mix of emotions instead and wow, were these tights hella ugly.  (Not even someone with bad fashion sense like Fudou would wear it.  Thank god).  Finding his soccer uniform in his designated trunk, he immediately changed and set off to recon this shithole he was spirited away to.  And he wasn't happy while doing it.  So unhappy, it was bound to affect his choice of wording more than it usually did, and while he peeked into the media room to see the back of a person casually doing their thing, he did just that. 

Look at that loser.  Happily playing games and listening to music like they had no care in the world.  Didn't they have any sense of dignity?  Only losers gave up their situation to do whatever they wanted.  The type he hated the most. ]

Must be nice, relaxing and (watching TV/playing games/etc.) all day.  Guess you must really like it here.

[ OPTION B: some hallway ]

[ If one happened to walk around some hallway during the right time, they will hear strange thumping sounds against the walls.  And it sounded like it was on the move.  The noise resonates closer and closer until:

ONE:  You don't care cause you happen to be an idiot so you keep walking until a soccer ball hits you right in the face.  Or the groin, or whatever destiny chooses.  If you expect an apology, you won't get any...  In the sincere form, anyway.

TWO:  Congratulations!  You intercepted the ball at some point and in some way!  Looks like you have some kind of skill at least.  He applauds your greatness.  Only not, cause you're rude to interrupt his training, how dare you.  God bless whatever direction this choice goes for the two of them...

THREE:  ???  For the possibility of something else occurring... ]

Comments

[benchguin]

[ He quirks up an eyebrow, not sure if he approached a bluffer or an actual gun-happy psycho. ]

If you really have a gun, then why are you still here?

[ He means this question in the sincerest way. ]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan rolled his eyes hard enough to be heard.]

One, none 'a you damn business. Two, what the fuck does it look like?

[He refrains from pulling a rifle on the guy. For now. He reminds himself he's not doing the crazy thing anymore.]

[benchguin]

I already know about your stupid movie. I meant, the tower.

[ He crosses his arms and tries to change his approach - one that doesn't require much antagonizing. ]

Can you really not do something with those guns of yours?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan looks at him for a moment before reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.]

Oh, great, newcomer rage, that's just about what I need right now.

[The troll shifts around so he's lying against the backrest of the couch, arms folded and holding up his weight.]

What do you think? People get dismembered and tortured and starved and fucking killed on a semi-daily basis around here. Do you think we stay around just because we're fucking lazy?

[benchguin]

If you're a loser, maybe.

[ Well, at least the guy had some sense to him, despite the fact that they were irritating each other with ease. He begrudgingly starts to tone down his irritation and starts to grin like always. ]

Hmph. Thanks for finally answering my question, senpai.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan bared his teeth in annoyance.]

Do you like getting hurt?

[benchguin]

[ He couldn't see Eridan's eyes so he retained some of his cool for now, but he definitely didn't like that expression he saw on his face. ]

What. You wanna go?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan pulled the rifle as if from thin air, scowling.]

I don't know, do you?

[benchguin]

[ He whistles, as if impressed. Looks like they were no bluff... ]

That eager to shoot since death isn't permanent, huh. That's some gut you got there.

[ But he wasn't intent on dying anytime soon, so Fudou decided it was time to back out. He wonders if it'll actually work. ]

Right. [ hands in the air. ] I'm sorry, it was my bad.

[chronomancer]

Yeah, it was.

[A snort.]

You might want to keep your smartass bullshit to yourself and stop acting high and mighty if you know jackshit about someone. Most of the people who've been here long enough have taken enough shit from the goddamn admins to put up with bullshit from other assholes.

[Eridan delivered the line in a flawless deadpan, letting his expression fall flat.]

Guts ain't got nothin' to do with anythin'.

[He sneered just a little.]

Manners do.

[benchguin]

...Tch. [ Usually, such lines would set Fudou reeling his head to the sun, but this time, he felt as if his mood had staled like expired bread. If there was one thing he could admit, he really was experiencing a bit of the newcomer rage package. But he wouldn't admit that out loud. ]

Thanks for advice.

[ Whether he sounded genuine or spiteful was up to interpretation, but he was willing to walk away now to stop this silly charade. With hands in his pockets, he started to exit out the door. ]