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[paradoxlol]

[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.]

[SPAM]
[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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[paradoxlol]

[Arthur shows up, bottle of wine in hand. He doesn't bring any glasses, because they can be hip and drink from the bottle. Unfortunately, he's forgotten the wine opener. But he doesn't know that yet.]

Sup.

[intofireforever]

[Laura gives him a little wave with the fingers of one hand.]

Hey there.

[And he seriously has a bottle of wine. Any hope she'd had that he was bluffing goes out the window.]

[paradoxlol]

[Man, she's hot. Score! Arthur swaggers over to her. He holds up the bottle of wine.]

Cheers.

[Then, he...

...

Wait.

How's he going to open this?]

Uh.

You got a bottle opener or something?

[intofireforever]

[Oh thank god. Maybe if he's unable to find one...

She makes a token effort at checking the pockets of her oversized sweater-jacket.]

Sorry, I'm fresh out.

[paradoxlol]

[Arthur sighs and flops onto one of the chairs.]

Oh well. [He could go back and get one, but he's already here, so... ]

So, why'd your parents send you here?

[intofireforever]

[She can't bring herself to make up a story about her lovely parents at the moment.]

They didn't. I came here myself.

[paradoxlol]

Man, I guess I can see why. This place is all right. I mean, my room is fuckin' swank.

[There's a pause, then:] What's this place about, anyway? [He knows he's supposed to be here, but the "why" of it is still pretty fuzzy.]

[intofireforever]

[Laura reaches into one of her pockets, intending to pull out her cigarettes and light one up, but stops when she realizes Arthur would ask for one, too.]

Helping people through hard times, basically.

[She's not going to drop the YOU'RE ON A PRISON SHIP bomb on a kid. Besides, once the flood inevitably ends, he'll remember.]