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[jizzledim]

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un: acidking ▶ text

[needlebomb]

hey. texting. weird, right? still not used to it.

shit, there's so much i want to ask you, i don't really know where to start.
have you been to orientation yet? how are you settling in? do you know where you're living? like, your dorm room.
hopefully you're close to mine. hornytown usa is rough enough without having a friendly face around to distract you.

un: jizzledim

[jizzledim]

dude.
it's like a pager, only way better and i actually have one.
it's the freakin jetsons, man.

yeah, i went to orientation. i thought i didn't have a choice?
definitely would have skipped out on that if i knew.
because let me tell you, that shit is wild. i'm still not entirely convinced this isn't some kind of elaborate hazing prank or whatever
rich kids can do a looot of weird shit with daddy's money.

[ he's kidding, mostly. ha ha, super funny. ]

i'm in 007-A.
got a room mate i think but i haven't seen them yet
kinda miss my old room already
this place makes my old room look like the presidential suite

[needlebomb]

i mean, yeah, they probably would've thrown you in prison if you didn't attend, but you're the most rebellious little gutter punk i know. i was worried you might've taken that as a challenge.
and hey, if this is all just a prank, at least the blowjobs are real.

005-d for me. that's not far.
my roommate's okay. jacked, jock-looking motherfucker who somehow isn't a complete waste of oxygen. total rarity.
there are a lot of those around, actually.
most of the people here look like they could've walked out of a sears catalogue.

anyway, if you feel claustrophobic at any point, this guy i know has been renting out a hotel room for me.
still pretty roach-riddled, but you can come crash there if you need a getaway.
there's weed, clean water and decent food, so. ding ding ding.

un: acidking ▶ text

[needlebomb]

i need your help with something.
in person, if that's okay. phones have been screwing up - i don't want these messages to go to anyone else.
wait
this is billy, right? it's marcus

un: jizzledim

[jizzledim]

yeah, it's me
it's billy.

[ billy - does not want to think about the dread he felt when he eventually realized he was texting the wrong person about vegas the other day, but it does make him feel slightly better that it wasn't just his phone fucking up. only slightly. ]

you good?
yes or no answer is enough for now if you don't wanna say more over the phone

[needlebomb]

i just need to see you.

[ that's "no", spoken in the language of someone who feels uncomfortable showing weakness to someone he wants respect from. marcus pushes ahead. he doesn't want to meet in either of their dorm rooms - if his hotel room feels strangely compromised, his bedroom sure as fuck does too. ]

do you know south park?
pretty good place for skating, so if you haven't been yet, now's a good time

un: triskele ▶ text

[calloused]

Billy.

[ derek's been in duplicity for two years now, but he's still not entirely sure how to start conversations with people he barely knows. billy's just some kid he met on accident, but he's been stuck in his head since before the down went to shit - he's been meaning to reach out and make sure he's okay, and now that things seem to be calm enough for derek to pull away from the more immediate concerns in his life, it feels like now's the time. ]

This is Derek.
We talked. Once.
Uh.
Drugs. Padlocks.

[ not sure if he needs to remind billy who he is, but - either way - ]

Checking in.
Things got rough recently.
You alive?

[jizzledim]

oh
yeah, hey
you didn't think i'd forget you, dude
did you?

[ admittedly, derek might have slipped his mind for a short minute there while everything was going on - notably, the party in the up that was meant to be a huge distraction from the violent, chaotic mess that apparently broke out in the down at the same time - but billy hasn't forgotten him entirely. as a matter of fact, he's glad to hear from him. ]

i'm good, i'm alive
so are you. obviously.
i kinda got stuck on the upside during all that shit that went down
you?
steve okay?

[calloused]

Little bit.
Steve's fine.

[ not strictly true, but - he's not going to go into steve's personal life with someone he doesn't know all that well. hell, he wouldn't go into steve's personal life with someone he did know all that well. ]

Glad you were in the Up, I guess.
Heard it was the better place to be.
You been eating okay? Getting enough water?

( text | un: rivia )

[blamedestiny]

Where have you been keeping yourself?

( this is also known as 'please tell him you're all right.' )

[jizzledim]

[ oh. hey, daddio. ]

uhhh
at home?
in the 5 star super stellar housing they give us here in the down
livin like a rockstar
why, what's up

[ holy shit, the down sucks. like - it sucked before, but after the whole rubies vs. SIN show down, it's just— it's not great. not anything billy can't handle or tolerate, because admittedly, he's been in worse situations, but - man, is it getting kind of tiring. ]

[blamedestiny]

I've heard that it's gotten a lot worse down there. Are you safe?

( don't you go lying to him, now. )

[jizzledim]

( from here. )

the most recent time?
he asked me a question and didn't like my answer
which was totally unfair because it was a matter of opinion and not fact
but what was i gonna do?
argue with a rumored serial killer? no thanks
i like my insides on the inside where they belong

[blamedestiny]

That's probably smart. I think I'd prefer if you didn't argue with anyone who could kill you.

You're a lot more entertaining and interesting when you're alive.

[jizzledim]

i mean
technically, you could kill me

[ then again, billy and geralt don't really argue. surprising. ]

not as easily as you might expect, but still
if being a dancing monkey for you is what keeps me a live
then give me some symbols to clap together and play me a dumb little song, dude

un: acidking ▶ text (camp event)

[needlebomb]

the staff went through your bag when we arrived, right?
did they give you back everything you packed?

[jizzledim]

yeah
i mean i didn't bring a whole lot but i think i got everything back
i didn't really check

why, did you forget clean underwear
because i only brought enough for me dude

[needlebomb]

you wear underwear?

[ half a burn, half a genuine question. billy's never seemed the type. ]

i just brought a bunch of shit that went missing.
my walkman. a baggie of weed. hennessey. things i'd need to get through all this.
i don't know if the staff took it or if someone went through my things.

text » un: cheng

[mcferrin]

Yo. You free any time this week?

[jizzledim]

hold on let me check

[ ... ]

okay it looks like i'm free
all day every day

un: tl94

[confiscated]

hey, hows shit going

1/2

[jizzledim]

uhh
good?

[ who the hell- ]

[jizzledim]

oh
hey dude
i'm alright
hand's fine & i didn't get tetanus or sepsis or whatever so
that's a plus right haha

what's up

[confiscated]

check ur shit, left u something

[Unceremoniously amongst Billy's things is a small packet, wrapped brown paper tied with twine that contains a small lighter and a little baggie of white powder. The words 'happy holidays, -t' in crooked, teenage scrawl on one side. Don't ask how he found you, how he left it there or whether or not he waited to see your reaction from a creepy window pane.]

» delivery.

[mcferrin]

BB.

Billy gets a box of a decent size. It's wrapped in plain silver paper and has this name written on a small gift tag. Inside are:

• Several cans of spray paint. Black, bright yellow, fluorescent green, neon pink, and electric blue.
  
• A stupid inflatable chair (with a cup holder!)
  
• A little tambourine keychain, along with a note on an index card that says: I dare you to tell me this isn't fun.