Intro, what intro: Memory Share

[nothingunsolved]

(cw: some mild high school bullying)



[ As Sofia turns the corner to go to her bright yellow locker a sigh leaves her. Gerry's just grabbed Luis and slammed him into the locker with a "Whoa, Hey Luisto" and then asking the inane question "Where are you going?" Luis gives a simple "To class," as he tries to get off of the locker -- her locker. She pulls her headphones down around her neck and walks up as Gerry continues, "How come you don't say hi? We're friends right? Come on"

She walks up, putting herself in Gerry's space. ]

But you aren't, are you? Are you two friends, Luis?

[ Luis says nothing, looking mournful as he raises his arm in a nervous tic to his ear. ]

I didn't think so. Right?

[ Gerry says "No," before continuing, "Listen, Sof, if you can't tell we're a bit occupied right now." ]

Yeah, I see that. The problem is, that's my locker.

[ She points at the locker that Luis was shoved against. Gerry glances at it. "Ah, right. Sorry about that." Luis tries to pull away from the locker to leave and Gerry presses his shoulders back while he looks over at Sofia. "Just give us a few minutes and we'll be out of here."

Sofia raises a brow and gives Gerry a once over, seeing the hair on his shoulders, indicating he'd had a haircut likely just before school and it didn't seem professional. She reaches for his shoulder to point out and pull at some of the hair. He arches away from her with a darkened look on his face. She keeps swiping at his shoulder to get the hair off as she speaks. ]

Did you get a haircut, Gerry? It looks great on you. You couldn't have done it yourself.

[ Gerry nervously presses his necklace against his mouth as she keeps going. ]

Was it your mom?

[ One of his friends, Dario, starts laughing before she continues. ]

And Ernesto needs one, once he deals with his dandruff. There's shampoos for that. You've had it since we were both freshmen. But I guess you're still not quite as bad as Dario. That thing on your lip is herpes, right? Is that from Valeria in 1-B? She's the only one that has it.

[ Gerry goes "Isn't she you're cousin?" and Dario quickly retorts, "Shut up, that's not true. She's crazy" ]

So will you move?

[ "Your jokes are good. I'll give you that. They really are. But why don't you let us finish, while you fuck off and we'll go once you let me--" Gerry says, Sofia still in his face, cutting him off. ]

You're the ones in my way, right now.

[ Gerry's jaw tenses and he leans forward, trying to intimidate Sofia. "Look here," he presses the tip of his thumb and index finger to her jaw, tapping before she pulls her head back slightly. "You freak. One of these days you're going to get yourself in trouble. And I don't want that. You should try to behave, all right?" Sofia smirks, tilting her head up, the smirk shifting into a condescending smile. ]

But Gerry, based on how many classes you're failing...

[ The expression shifts to mock concern as she talks. ]

And the number of days you don't show, statistically I'm doing way better than you.

[ That draws an actual snicker out of Luis who had otherwise been cowering against the locker through the duration of the exchange. Gerry shoves him harder against the locker before Dario grabs Gerry's arm and says "Let's go. She's crazy." And Ernesto agrees, "Yeah, let's go." ]

I'll see you in class okay?

[ Sofia says still having her head upturned and not backing away from Gerry. Dario insists, "Gerry, leave her." Gerry chuckles and pokes her shoulder. "You win, congratulations," he turns his attention to Luis, "Get her to all your fights. She's good." And then back to Sofia, "Take care of your stuff. Crazy people tend to lose it." ]

Yeah, sure.

[ The three bullies walk-off, Gerry kicking Luis' backpack further down the hall first, turning around for one final comment. "Luis, I'll see you later, dude." Luis exhales heavily and wipes his nose with the edge of the sleeve of his sweater. "Thank you, Sofi." ]

Can I get to my locker, please?

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un: observar

Well, I guess that's one way to make a first impression on a place you've just been dumped in.

Comments

text; un-defrag

[blindpuppet]

It was at least entertaining.

I never went to high school but I imagine I would have been very similar to you in that situation.

[nothingunsolved]

Then we might get along.

[ Or not. Hard telling with Sofia. ]

[blindpuppet]

Here's hoping.
I generally suck at getting along with people.

I'll drink to trying.

[nothingunsolved]

I'm usually somewhere in between.

Drinking seems pretty easy here.

[blindpuppet]

It is. As long as you don't piss off the wrong people.

[nothingunsolved]

Oh?

[blindpuppet]

Yeah. I knew a guy who pissed off Max and couldn't purchase alcohol.

[nothingunsolved]

Sounds dumb to piss off people that you obviously shouldn't.

[blindpuppet]

It was pretty dumb.
Most people are pretty dumb.
And that's true wherever you go.

[nothingunsolved]

That is true. Some things never change.

[blindpuppet]

At least that much you don't have to get used too.

[nothingunsolved]

True enough. Is there anything else that I might need to know?

[blindpuppet]

Thre is a lot. Living here kinda sucks.
You got the memory share stuff. Some people's memories suck and you'll have the fun experience of feeling that.
There are other nightmares that sometimes come up in the domes. I try to avoid those but it's random and can be hard.

[nothingunsolved]

Nightmares? What do you mean? When you're asleep?

[blindpuppet]

Sort of but it's when you're awake.

[nothingunsolved]

How does that work?

[blindpuppet]

Think hollywood horror except real.

text; un: garbageman

[badimpression]

well they seem delightful! real salt of the earth folks.

[nothingunsolved]

Clearly. They're my favorite people.

[badimpression]

anyway welcome to the neighbourhood this shit is unfortunately pretty par for the course

[nothingunsolved]

I assume it can be worse than this?

[badimpression]

i think we've got a winner for understatement of the year! would you like your trophy in gold or cheque