Open RP: I Must Be Emo
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Peter had been minding his own business, for once. So what if he'd been pacing back and forth around the tent village, he hadn't been disturbing anybody. Until, that is-
"Hey! Would you move your ass, I'm trying to get my perv on and watch the Tunnel of Love!"
Stunned, Peter froze, and looked over to his left. A rabbit lounging in a deck chair outside one of the tents had just shouted at it. A rabbit! Peter might be living at Hogwarts, home of the strange, but he hadn't really been introduced to exactly how strange it could be, yet. The rabbit waved a glass at him, and twisted its features into something that might be a scowl. It was hard to tell on the face of a rabbit. "Yeah, you, bitch! Jesus H and all his buttbabies, what does it take to get young people to listen to a rabbit these days?"
"Uh, sorry?" Peter stepped to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets.
The rabbit peered at him closer, wrinkling his nose. Then, suddenly, he groaned loudly. "You're that idiot who was riding the Tunnel of Love for hours, weren't you?"
"Yeah," Peter blinked, and looked slightly embarrassed. "You hit me on the head with an apple."
"That's right. Dude, I got 50 points for that!" The Easter Bunny pumped a paw in the air. "Booyah, motherfucker!" Reaching around his back, the rabbit produced an easter egg from what looked like nowhere. "Think fast, kid!" Peter had to move fast to catch the chocolate egg that was thrown at him, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"What's this?" A second later, Peter rolled his eyes at himself. "Wait, I know what it is. Why are you giving me an easter egg? It's not Easter." As far as he could recall, anyway.
Heaving a disgruntled sigh, the rabbit slouched back in his chair and waved a paw at him. "Just eat it kid. It'll make you feel... better. Be who you're supposed to be, and all that. Now fuck off and get your crazy ass off my lawn."
Too stunned over the fact that a rabbit had such a potty mouth, Peter dutifully 'got his crazy ass off the lawn' and started walking away. Absently, he popped the easter egg in his mouth. Mmmm, chocolate. It really could cure everything.
A few hours later, a monstrosity appeared from the depths of the Morgan-Petrelli tent. This crime against fashion had dyed bright pink streaks in his hair, and shuffled it off to the other side so that it was covering an eye. He'd raided Rachel's make-up supply and used her eyeliner - waterproof, thankfully; he didn't want to smudge it when he felt like crying for the next time. Pants that were far too tight, a stripy hoodie, flat sneakers.
Oh, yeah. Peter was Emo, and loving it. The world was not prepared for his extreme edge and shocking originality!
Armed with a notepad and a pen (for the poetry), safety pins (for the impromptu piercings) and spare eyeliner, Peter marched out into the tent village, determined. He had duties to the world!
Peter had been minding his own business, for once. So what if he'd been pacing back and forth around the tent village, he hadn't been disturbing anybody. Until, that is-
"Hey! Would you move your ass, I'm trying to get my perv on and watch the Tunnel of Love!"
Stunned, Peter froze, and looked over to his left. A rabbit lounging in a deck chair outside one of the tents had just shouted at it. A rabbit! Peter might be living at Hogwarts, home of the strange, but he hadn't really been introduced to exactly how strange it could be, yet. The rabbit waved a glass at him, and twisted its features into something that might be a scowl. It was hard to tell on the face of a rabbit. "Yeah, you, bitch! Jesus H and all his buttbabies, what does it take to get young people to listen to a rabbit these days?"
"Uh, sorry?" Peter stepped to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets.
The rabbit peered at him closer, wrinkling his nose. Then, suddenly, he groaned loudly. "You're that idiot who was riding the Tunnel of Love for hours, weren't you?"
"Yeah," Peter blinked, and looked slightly embarrassed. "You hit me on the head with an apple."
"That's right. Dude, I got 50 points for that!" The Easter Bunny pumped a paw in the air. "Booyah, motherfucker!" Reaching around his back, the rabbit produced an easter egg from what looked like nowhere. "Think fast, kid!" Peter had to move fast to catch the chocolate egg that was thrown at him, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"What's this?" A second later, Peter rolled his eyes at himself. "Wait, I know what it is. Why are you giving me an easter egg? It's not Easter." As far as he could recall, anyway.
Heaving a disgruntled sigh, the rabbit slouched back in his chair and waved a paw at him. "Just eat it kid. It'll make you feel... better. Be who you're supposed to be, and all that. Now fuck off and get your crazy ass off my lawn."
Too stunned over the fact that a rabbit had such a potty mouth, Peter dutifully 'got his crazy ass off the lawn' and started walking away. Absently, he popped the easter egg in his mouth. Mmmm, chocolate. It really could cure everything.
A few hours later, a monstrosity appeared from the depths of the Morgan-Petrelli tent. This crime against fashion had dyed bright pink streaks in his hair, and shuffled it off to the other side so that it was covering an eye. He'd raided Rachel's make-up supply and used her eyeliner - waterproof, thankfully; he didn't want to smudge it when he felt like crying for the next time. Pants that were far too tight, a stripy hoodie, flat sneakers.
Oh, yeah. Peter was Emo, and loving it. The world was not prepared for his extreme edge and shocking originality!
Armed with a notepad and a pen (for the poetry), safety pins (for the impromptu piercings) and spare eyeliner, Peter marched out into the tent village, determined. He had duties to the world!