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[The communicator clicks on at an odd angle, like it's just been haphazardly tossed to the ground. Luckily, you get an artsy view of Arthur's couch, which currently has a fourteen-year-old Arthur dancing on it, all gangly and grunge-chic. He's singing-- or... screaming-- along to some Nirvana and getting his dirty shoes all over the couch.]

Grandma take me home, Grandma take me home, Grandma take me hooooome!

[And then he sort of stumbles off the couch in a heap, laughing, as the song winds down and the next one comes on. What's this? Oh, Arthur's drunk off of... Arthur's liquor collection. You can see an empty bottle of whiskey rolling around in the background if you're paying attention. He props himself up on his elbows and reaches out to grab the communicator, bringing it clooose to his face, grinning, giggling a little.]

Hey, hey... HEY. Anyone-- anyone got... some smokes? I'll traaaaade. [He snorts with laughter, then drops his head down, thinking, and pulls it up again with a little frown.] Dude. Hey. Dude. Why're there... there so many fuckin' kids here?

[BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A KID, ARTHUR.]

I say-- I-- I think... everyone who's like, not a kid? Should come here. [He rolls onto his back, laughing with glorious intoxication, and fumbles around with the communicator, so you're getting some tilty angles and shaky-cam going now.] We could party. [He raises his brow, as though he's just noticed that the music's still playing, and he's suddenly VERY EXCITED.] Whooo! [And with that, he starts singing the next song and finally manages to click the communicator off.]

[OOC: Arthur was a terrible kid :c]

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But on the upside? If I get liver disease and die, none of you can nag me anymore.

Right. [She's just going to continue judging you, Arthur.] How'd you get that alcohol anyway?

It came with the room. What, yours doesn't have any?

No. I don't think it's complimentary here.

You're probably not old enough for it yet. Or they just like me more.

[Well, it's definitely not the second one.] How old are you?

Seventeen. [Fourteen.]

So you're four years younger than the legal drinking age?

Only in America. I think we're on, like, international waters, so whatever.

More like intergalactic space actually.

"Space"? You're shittin' me.

Nope. Paddy--he's in charge of this place and the kitchen--told me we're on some kind of spaceship called the Barge.

[He busts out laughing.] A spaceship? Come on, what've you been smoking? [He picks up the communicator and pans around his adult self's apartment.] Does this look like a spaceship to you? We're probably just in some special boarding school for 'troubled youths'.

Edited 2011-03-29 05:01 (UTC)

[She's got to admit his apartment is pretty nice. Wonder who designed it?] Okay, so maybe it's more like a boat floating in space. I'm not sure. This isn't funny though. Apparently this place is filled with psychopaths and vampires!

[NOW he laughs harder.] Are you fucking serious? Vampires and psychopaths?

So far, it's the most legitimate answer I've gotten. Either that or some flood turned these wardens into kids.

Edited 2011-03-29 05:29 (UTC)

None of those answers are legit! How old are you, moron?

Thirteen, jerk. Look, those are the only answers I've gotten from people who seem like they know what's going on. Whatever, it's not like you know anything. You've been getting wasted the whole time.

I know that we're not in space, there's no such thing as magic floods and vampires don't exist, which is a lot more than you do.

Okay, then prove it. Maybe I am wrong about all this, after all I haven't seen any of that stuff. [She hasn't had enough time to explore the Barge yet.] But you're going to have to provide some solid evidence outside of your apartment.

Prove that magic isn't real? You can't prove shit like that isn't here; you just KNOW it.

No offense, but I'm not about to trust the intuition of a drunk preteen.

If you don't want to believe me, fine. I'll just figure this out by myself.

I'm not a preteen, retard. See, seventeen? It's got like, a teen in it.

Yeah, whatever, try not to get eaten by a vampire.

You're trying too hard to be actually seventeen. [Usually older teens take less effort to act like douches~]

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lolollll the HAIR

Heyyyyy, don't blame her. Blame early 2000s fashion. D:

oh god I thought that was early 90s

She would have been in her diapers then. :P The 2000s had some pretty bad hairstyles.

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