The squabble for top bunk has begun

[be_my_servant]

Who: EVERYONE
When: Day 1, unspecified time
Where: 1-C or 1-D
What: Meeting your roommates
Rating: PG (or it should be)
Warnings: To be added

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Room 14

[dadwasavillain]

It has to be here somewhere.

Room 14 is a mess. The belongings from both lockers, not just his, are strewn carelessly all over the floor. He's rummaging through his own clothes now--sifting through his shirts and jeans (why are his Save the Citizen clothes in with the pile?)--and for the life in him he cannot find his father's leather jacket.

"Come on!" he snarls through his teeth.

[notabattery]

After have a nice talk with Maddy, Virgil was in a better mood. He still had a lot of questions and he was sure everyone else on the ship did as well. At least he wasn't alone there. He decided to head back to his room before checking out the rest of the ship.

He didn't expect to find his roommate there trashing everything. Considering how small the room was it wasn't HARD to do that, but still. He stood in the doorway for a moment before raising an eyebrow, "Uh...what are you doing?"

[dadwasavillain]

"Looking for something."

Warren doesn't even bother turning around to greet Virgil. On top of scathing, he is rude. He tosses a bunched up shirt over his shoulder at the doorway.

[notabattery]

"Okay, let me rephrase that. What are you looking for that involves trashing MY stuff too?" Virgil catches the shirt...with his face. He pulls it off and then notices the lightning insignia on it. Virgil looks closer at the floor and spies other bits of his costume like his gloves and jacket. "Oh come on! You even went through my backpack? Why would your stuff be in there?"

[dadwasavillain]

Warren finally looks back at Virgil, from beneath raised eyebrows as though in careful scrutiny, but the rest of his face is blank.

"Why not?"

It may just be a subtle way of implying he thinks Virgil could have taken his beloved leather jacket and stashed it somewhere. Which...is not really the proper way to build trust with your new roomie.

[notabattery]

He was kidding right? No, he didn't look like he was. In fact, Virgil got the sinking suspicion that this was one of THOSE people who really didn't respect other people's property. Probably a lot like the Bang Baby gang members before they got their powers. Great, just fantastic.

He knew it wasn't good to jump to conclusions and his Pops would probably frown on him for being so judgmental, but it was kind of hard not to when he'd even gone through Virgil's bag. Thinking of his Pops DID make him keep his voice from being TOO accusatory, "Because it's common courtesy not to go through other people's things. I didn't loot through your stuff when I came in here."

[dadwasavillain]

"...sure you didn't." It's obvious he doesn't believe Virgil. It's also obvious that he should apologize, but Warren disregards this and starts shoving his own items back into his locker. Damn, his jacket really isn't in here.

[notabattery]

Virgil bristled with agitation but he didn't say anything. Instead he just moved into the room and started grabbing up his things as well. Trying not to be TOO suspicious as he shoved the Static gear into the bottom of the backpack. MONTHS he'd been hiding that thing in the bag and not ONCE had someone gone through it like this dude had. What was the deal?

"So you gonna rummage through my stuff all the time or was today just a special occasion?"

[dadwasavillain]

"Calm down." Like Warren has the right to say that when he just ransacked their room, not his room, their room. "I'm not interested in your shit. I was looking for something and it wasn't there. And now I'm out of here." Manners elude the boy; he still doesn't think to apologize, doesn't even think to clarify that he's Virgil's roommate.

[notabattery]

Virgil started to piece things together. If this guy had been looking for things in the room that meant he expected it to be here. At least, that made the most sense. Virgil had been in here earlier and things had been in order, he'd also checked out the name on the door. Was this his roommate?

He sighed. If he was going to be sharing a cramped space with this guy, maybe it was best to play nice, or at least try. Virgil tossed his backpack back into his own locker, "So you're Warren then right? The guy who's name is on the door? What's missing?"

[dadwasavillain]

Alright, so Warren doesn't leave just yet. "Yeah. And you're the dead poet." He sits on the floor. "A jacket. Leather." But he's more or less given up the search (unless Santa or Nymta happens to find it), so instead he busies himself with searching the pockets of his torn jeans in the hopes that he left a cigarette in one of them.

[notabattery]

It was hard to be insulted by that because, to be honest, Virgil was impressed this guy even knew who the original Virgil was. Okay, true, he shouldn't be judging the guy, but so far he wasn't helping his cause. In fact, up until that point Virgil had been ready to write him off as "another jerk who probably shoves kids in lockers" but most people like that didn't read or even know about Virgil. "Same name, but I'm not dead and I don't write poetry."

"Why do you think someone took your jacket?"

[dadwasavillain]

"Because it wasn't in with the rest of my junk, and I never take the damn thing off." So imagine the smell...

"This is bull shit. Why am I talking to you?" Warren generally doesn't like kids his age. Or anyone, really, but his age bracket takes the cake. On the other hand, Virgil hasn't really done anything to piss him off yet (although breathing is a pretty good start). He seems tolerable compared to the kids Warren goes to school with. This may or may not be a bad sleeping arrangement.

Warren manages to find a spare cigarette. He pops it into his mouth and it automatically lights up.

[notabattery]

Virgil half expected him to storm out after that comment but he didn't. So, he decides to keep talking, "Because you've got nothing better to do on a ship this size and it's either talk to me or hide in your bed over there for the remainder of our flight. Which would probably get old pretty fast seeing as how these rooms don't exactly come equipped with entertainment systems." Virgil was going to miss his comic books and video games

[dadwasavillain]

No entertainment. There's that. Warren doesn't have any of his sketchbooks or tattoo inks here. He guesses he could probably pierce something if he gets bored--not necessarily on himself--but--

He rolls his eyes. He won't crush the cigarette because he thinks it's the only one he has. "Open the door," he mutters. "Problem solved."

He takes another drag. "Yeah." To the powers. "And I know you do, too. I heard you ranting about metahumans." Or knowledge of metahumans. But couple that with the thematic clothes Warren had found in Virgil's backpack and the conclusion was obvious. "Newflash: the network's public."

[notabattery]

Virgil sighed and reopened the door to their room. Hey, if he could avoid a fight he would.

This Warren guy was just full of surprises though. He hadn't expected him to put it together that he was a metahuman. Virgil sighed, "You know, where I'm from, that sort of thing is public knowledge. So what's wrong with talking about it?" He crossed his arms and leaned against his locker, the more condemning evidence was behind him in his backpack. Of course, that had been one of the items tossed all over the room so it was a little harder to deny that. So, yeah, he was gonna be vague for now. Why give away his powers? Well, okay, he'd done that already but he was trying to be discreet...sort of.