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THE TEST DRIVE MEME




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Gilbert Cocteau | Kaze to Ki no Uta | Grade 9

[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-10 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Action]

[Gilbert is a little enamored with the MLF's infamous logo.

On the intermittent occasions when he's actually forced to attend a class, it finds its way into the margins of whatever assignment he's supposed to be working on - usually in place of the work itself. He delicately loops the double helix around itself, before adding underneath, in sharp but pretty lettering, the "Liberate!" Or, in his case, "Libérer!"

It's a reminder of the first place he'd seen it, graffiti'd repeatedly across Paris. Auguste had called the artists responsible then "fools" and "vandals," but he couldn't help but like it. It had felt good, knowing that the rest of the world was forced to stare them in the face for a moment like that. And it feels good now, as a reminder that not all mutants are wilting and in love with humans, like the ones he's been forced into school with here.

So, when he ducks out of last period today and finds himself bored in one of the dormitory lounges, he has that symbol dancing through his head and a red pen ready at hand in his book-bag. Someone, poor soul, has left their class-notes set out in the room, tucked away in a binder, too.

Gilbert draws it over into his lap, sprawls back against the couch's cushions, and begins to deface someone else's schoolwork doodle. Algebra isn't nearly important as mutant liberation, now, is it?]


[Video]

How does one get out into the city from here?

[Gilbert has his (school-loaned) laptop set out on his desk. He's propping his arms across it, one folded over the other, head leaned forward against them as he mugs for the camera a bit with a sweet, charming smile. He is not mentioning that, what with the whole "uncontrolled, socially dysfunctional, near-Omega-level empath" thing, he is emphatically not allowed out into the city. He is not mentioning that he doesn't necessarily plan on coming back tonight or tomorrow or until it suits him, really. He doesn't particularly care that teachers might see this.

He tilts his head to one side and answers his own question:]


A cab, non? We're too far for there to be buses coming past. But I don't have fare...

If someone could lend me enough - or drive me - I would be very grateful. I'd be sure to pay you back. Somehow.
Edited 2015-01-10 17:07 (UTC)
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Re: Gilbert Cocteau | Kaze to Ki no Uta | Grade 9

[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-13 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
A

Gregory had no clue why he was heading to the dorm lounge, just that his brother said something about saving someone's homework from a red pen. What Dominic thought he was going to do to stop a teacher was beyond him. But here he was, walking down the halls. One of these days he would figure out how Dominic wrapped everyone around his little finger like this. He's all "I had a vision!" and everyone hops to. Being the little brother of a grumpy seer was annoying.

He came into the dormitory and saw the red pen first, since he'd been looking for it, but if that was a teacher he was a talking cat. Gregory beamed his brightest smile, which was quite impressive. "Oh! Is that my homework?" he asked. "Been looking everywhere for it!"
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-14 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Is it?"

Gilbert didn't lift his eyes away from where they were fixed on the afternoon's art project. He had already finished outlining two or three instances of the MLF logo across the top sheet. Now he was finishing up a third, larger and dominating the center of the page, and beginning to carefully color it in.

"You left it lying around like it was meant to be tossed," the blond all but yawned. That was less an excuse and more of a refusal to care.
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[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'll just copy it over to a clean sheet of paper so you can finish drawing." And hopefully prevent a fight when the real owner of the assignment turned up. He liked healing people, but would rather there were no need.
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-14 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"If you want."

Just, in that case, Gregory would have to try his hand at guessing what had been behind each of Gilbert's helices. He was coloring them in rather thoroughly, and the central logo bled it's way through the bulk of the page's text.

One didn't really set to scrawl in extremist symbols on others' property and intend not to ruffle any feathers.

"It's not due today, besides, I would think."
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[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-14 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Is there any particular reason you are doing this?"
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-14 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"People here could do with seeing more of it."

Gilbert finally turned his head to arch an eyebrow Gregory's way, slim shoulders lifting in a dainty shrug.

"On here is as good as anywhere else, non?"
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[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-14 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Non. Not if it isn't your paper to begin with." Oh man, fighting was not his favorite thing, he so didn't want to fight now. Hopefully this kid wouldn't press it any further.
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-14 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't listen well, do you? That's the entire point."

If it had been his, it wouldn't even have counted as defacing! Forcing the symbol up where someone wouldn't be able to avoid an uncomfortable confrontation with it, that was the whole idea.

Gilbert wrinkled his nose, turning it upwards and studiously continuing to color.

"It isn't yours, either - " A guess, tdchnically, but Gregory didn't read as near irked enough to his empathic senses to make his earlier claim convincing. "So why don't you just mind your business?"
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[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-14 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Actually, you never specified a point, and I'd rather not guess, see, the guesses I would come up with are not... Flattering. So how about we go talk this out like adults instead of sitting and sulking like kids." He asked with a grin. "And I know the perfect place to talk!"

With that, the man who just said they should talk this out like adults set about ripping the cushions off the small dorm sofa with something akin to unholy glee. He was having way too much fun doing,... Whatever it was he was doing.
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-16 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Non, I'm happy just where I -- ah!"

He would have been ready for Gregory to lunge for the papers at that point, if only because that would have been a normal reaction. In fact, when he dove for the couch cushions, that was exactly what Gilbert assumed he was doing. He jerked himself back, poised against the arm of the sofa, and pressed the pilfered notes firmly against his thighs to save them from being stolen (back.)

Which...turned out to be pointless, when Gregory began ripping up the sofa instead. He blinked, vivid green eyes watching intently until the cushion he was seated on was the last left in place. Bare feet planted down on it; no way was he moving.

"What do you think you're doing? Or are you just a little bit mad...?"
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[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-16 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess I should be a little bit angry, but that's not why I'm doing this," he said, deliberately misunderstanding.

He channeled just a drop of his white fire into his limbs when he was down to the last cushion, so he could stand without the stick. It was subtle, but changed his posture completely. He dropped the stick and poured more of his power into himself, lending him strength, then he lifted the cushion, with Gilbert on it, and set it aside.

Then he took his stick back, let go of the fire and proceeded to use the cushions that were unoccupied first, setting about building his couch fort.
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-18 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not angry, mad - "

Despite being close to fluent in his second language, having his words turned around on him still made Gilbert sniff with offense. He glowered in Gregory's direction, pulling a sneer...for the half-second or so before he was lifted from the couch, along with his seat, and deposited on the floor. That drew a yelp of surprise and a frankly startled stare that tracked Gregory as he built up the cushions around their former home.

Confusion softened into something milder, though, aimed at the structure forming in front of him. Honestly, that was what he was being hefted around for, mutant strength and all?

It was just absurd enough to color him curious, quirking his lips into a hint of a smile.

"Oh, are we going to talk this out like six year-olds, now?"
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[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-18 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why not?" he asked with a grin. "What six year old do you know that could destroy the world?" he asked cheerfully. "If everyone spent more time as six year olds, maybe less of us would spend so long six feet under." He grabbed his walking stick and climbed into the fort, leaving the one cushion behind. "Come on in, it's well fort-ified."
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-19 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"But I don't even have my safety blanket on me."

Ridiculous. But, though the blond answered with a mocking drawl, the idea was charmingly odd enough at least to keep him from continuing to bait for a fight. He'd been bored enough, perched on the couch with nothing to do but scrawl on someone else's class notes. Why not spend the hour after last period more comfortably? If nothing else, setting up the couch cushion bunker in the middle of one of the student lounges was hard to miss.

So, slipping off his seat, he crept over to the "fort." The last of the cushions was propped up at the entrance - for reinforcement - before he lowered onto all fours to crawl inside.

"I imagine some of us could have destroyed the world at six, besides."

He'd nearly driven his mother to suicide at three-and-a-half weeks, from what they told him. That was an early start, wasn't it?
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Replying from ipad, please forgive brevity and typos.

[personal profile] gregorydeegan 2015-01-19 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Some maybe, but far less than the number of adults who could do the same," he said, leaning back in the couch fort, pensivley, "but kids also have more fun."
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[personal profile] friendofdorothy 2015-01-15 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It's Liir's notes and he's not in a good mood about it. Not after leaving them there and having to go all the way across the school to retrieve them. He's tall, wiry, boring.

The boy who's doing it is achingly pretty too. That only adds to his foul mood. He's immediately prejudged him as being someone who can get away with such behavior only because of it. He tries to snatch his notes back.

"Well you've definitely convinced me, comrade."
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-16 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Gilbert has a moment to brace himself before Liir grabs onto the sheaf of papers and moves to yank them away. His empathic senses make it easy to feel him coming well before he's even in the doorway, and after that he doesn't need to look up to guess what's next. (Not when Liir already feels like a looming, gray-black rain cloud, puffed up with irritation somewhere at the back of his mind.)

Still, it doesn't make very much difference. He latches onto the notes, but his own limbs are delicate and don't put much strength behind his grip. Though the pages crumple some before they're jerked away, they come loose without tearing.

"I wasn't finished," he complains then, leaning back to fix his eyes on his assailant. The cool tone there, as if what he'd been about was perfectly understandable, is very obviously intended to provoke.
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[personal profile] friendofdorothy 2015-01-16 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
He looks at the papers. Nothing ruined. That's a relief. It's a fortunate thing for him that, though he's often annoyed at things (mostly himself), he's not a hothead.

"Oh, but your propaganda convinced me. I'm signing up to be a mutant guerilla. Do you think Magneto will pin my first medal on me? You know, with his mind."

There's something behind the irritation for him to sense, if he pays attention: wry amusement. He at least knows that, as the son of Elphaba Thropp, he doesn't need to prove his bonafides to anyone. So he can joke about it.
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[personal profile] whatsatisfiesme 2015-01-19 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Who said anything about Magneto?"

At least irritation he can take some satisfaction from. The amusement's different - its object is indistinct enough that even his powers, usually hyper-sensitive, can't nail it down - and it makes Gilbert curl his lip slightly. He gets to his feet, his hands hiding behind his back and his hips swished to one side.

"Magneto, the Brotherhood, Genosha -- that's all anyone here can think about when you say anything but 'coexistence.' It's simple-minded."

Whereas he, fourteen years old and doodling on borrowed math homework, is the pinnacle of clear-minded, political thought. Or something.
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[personal profile] friendofdorothy 2015-01-20 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, we've all got to start somewhere. For baseline kids, it's a trip to Hot Topic for your first anarchy shirt or V mask. For mutant kids, it's probably doodling the MLF logo places.

"Oh, right, the mighty third force of the MLF, conquering the world one unmarked wall at a time." Ironically his sister is doing something very much like that right now. "How many divisions does it have again?"

His frown softens a little. He might, he thinks, have some brain to him, or at least a talent for improv. He's not less jaded than Gilbert, just in different ways.