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[The camera turns on, upside-down, capturing Arthur's smirking face as he sprawls, halfway falling off, on his couch. He's one of those kids who's hit puberty early, so he looks older than his 13-almost-14 years of age, and he acts older, too, in a desperate attempt to seem like he's awesome. So, expect a lot of cursing, drinking and smoking, because he was a SUPER COOL SUBURBANITE DELINQUENT at this age. Nineties grunge music is playing in the background, because he's managed to get the stereo going, and it looks like his older self still has a few CDs from way back when tucked away. Matching the music, Arthur's wearing flannel, a band t-shirt and ripped jeans. He's gangly and thin, with messy hair curling at the ends. If it weren't for the face, it'd be hard to tell that this is the normally clean-cut Arthur (then again, it could be Rex).

Oh, and Arthur's drunk. It's probably easy to guess by his demeanor. Tsk tsk, Arthur.

He giggles drunkenly and slides off the couch, laughing harder when he hits the ground. The communicator goes tumbling with him, so enjoy that shakycam.]

Whoa, shit! [He sits up and adjusts the communicator so you can see his face again.]

Wow, so, show of hands: who's not still in fuckin' diapers, huh? [He raises his hand.] 'Cause so far all I've seen is a bunch of little spazzes. C'mon, I can't be the only one here whose balls've actually dropped.

Any girls here? I mean real girls. Girls my age. [Which, if anyone asks, is totally 16.]

Also? This is the lamest scared straight program I've ever seen. [He laughs and turns off the communicator.]

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[Arthur's taken the carton of eggs from the fridge in his cabin and he's off to make a menace of himself. You can find him doing one of two things: 1) egging rooms or 2) attempting to break and enter into rooms. You can also find him in the inmate bathrooms, puking. Because he drank too much for his 13-year-old body to handle.

Stay cool, Arthur.]

[OOC: Responses will be slow until the evening!]

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Oh, yeah, I bet. [And now comes the sarcasm.] Beer, posters of half-naked swimsuit models? I'm sure it's just amazing.

[Her room is great, though, okay? She nudges him out of the way and goes to let herself in, because it's her damn room and she wants to get away from this jerkass.]

Yeah, and what've you got? [Have some 13-year-old wit:] You look like you'd like half-naked swimsuit models.

Something classier than porn. [She just rolls her eyes and nudges him out of the way with her hip. When she opens the door he can probably get a look at her airy little Parisian apartment.] Are you going to keep standing there like a neanderthal [she knows BIG WORDS] or are you going to leave?

[He cranes his neck to get a look inside then lets out a scoff.] Big words. I bet they make you all kinds of friends.

[But he's gonna keep standing here. JUST TO ANNOY HER NOW.] What're you gonna do in there? It's not like there's a tv. [WHICH IS ALL THAT MATTERS.]

[UGH. He's not actually in her room, but he's standing in the way so she can't close the door in his face, either. What's an overdramatic teenager to do?]

I've got smarter friends than you. If you can't figure out what to do with yourself without a TV.

[Like DRAW, okay, because the room is pretty much plastered with drawings and sketches.]

I can figure out plenty. [Arthur leans in and smirks in her face. SO SMUG.] Y'know, you're almost cute.

[She's in that weird place where her hormones are just starting to scream into life and so there's a momentary feeling of 'cute boy thinks I'm cute? NO WAY' and then a look of revulsion sort of crosses her face as she gives him a shove - you're in her personal space, dude.]

You're such a jerk. You're not cool and you're not smart, you're just obnoxious.

[He laughs as she shoves him.]

You don't even know me.

I know your type. You think being a jerk makes you cool, means you're a big grown-up man. Really all it means is you're a selfish little boy.

Yeah? Had a lot of "experience" with my type? [He arches a brow seriously... then laughs again. HE'S CALLING YOU A HO, SORRY.]

[Her face gets red - she kind of knows what he's talking about, in general terms.] You're a jerk, and you guys are a dime a dozen. Think whatever you want about me.

C'mon, lighten up. I'm just fucking around with you.

That's the point. It's not funny, and it's not cute. No girl is ever going to like you if you keep acting like that.

[Pffth.] Shows what you know. I'm not even a virgin.

[LIES!]

Gross, man, I didn't want to know that.

[Have another look of revulsion. Also, more blushing, because really? She's only just come out of that 'boys have cooties' phase.]

Hey, there's nothing gross about sex. [IT'S AWESOME. Hence why he thinks about it like all the time.]

Sex with you would be pretty gross. [OH BURN.]

Sex with you would be pretty gross! You don't even have any tits!

I'm thirteen, what do you expect? [More red face - it's all the way down her neck, now.]

And don't even give me crap about how much sex you have. If you have to point it out, you're probably a virgin.

I'm so not a virgin.

Jacking off five times a day doesn't count as losing your virginity, pee-wee.

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