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Road Trip Meme

{The Road Trip Meme!!}

It's that time of the year again! You decided to take a road trip!
Either to your friends, relative, or perhaps an event,
but oh, my goodness, what will happen along the way?
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Situations:

1. BREAK DOWN

Oh, snap, your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?2. TRUCK STOP

You've stopped at a gas station. They're out of gas, snacks and the bathrooms are out of order. Wat do. (Zombie attack optional.)3. HITCHHIKERS?

Is this even a good idea? Why is their backpack leaking suspicious substances? Go wild.4. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT?

Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... or I think that was a deer.5. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND!

Alas, you're the parent or the disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the back.6. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK!

No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.7. THE GREAT ESCAPE

Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.8. MAKE OUT~

You're now parked in one of the make-out points in this town. Did you know? Well, that's up to you, as is what you do next.9. WE'RE SO LOST

The map blew away when you were stupid enough to open the windows earlier. You know that old stereotype about how men never ask for directions but women will? Time to see if you're going to prove it right or not. Try not to fight over it too much, driving partners.10. BUT OFFICER...

Those flashing lights in your rearview mirror? Definitely not just for decoration.
Relationship (optional):

1. BUSINESS PARTNERS: The jet was undergoing some heavy repairs, so you have to drive to that big meeting.

2. BFFS/ROOMIES: On your last hurrah before you join the 'real world.'

3. NEWLYWEDS: You're a young couple on your honeymoon! Hope this doesn't ruin your relationship.

4. SIBLINGS: Whether this is a trip to reconnect or to fix things or to just deepen your bond as epic sibs is up to you.

5. PARENT & CHILD: It's like a family vacation for the two of you. try not to get on each other's nerves too much?

(taken from memeonic & arspaulina @ lj)

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[Too quick to brag. Too quick to show off. He knows it all, but he's never felt the sting of it so keenly until now. Not even when solid ice in human form collided with his forehead.

Luckily, Petre's last comment makes a wonderful distraction from that nearly all-consuming memory.]

Don't tell me you're just after a sex toy. That'd really, really be pathetic.

Sex toy? [He narrows his eyes and motions his head, either offended or just confused. Maybe a little bit of both. He presses one hand against his chest, earnest about one of those sentiments, lips pursing in a very typical manner of his own.] Absolutely not. I got plenty of those in the back.

[He knows because he was prompted to check it out, and found a couple of dildos in the middle of a mess of guns and drugs. Whomever this car belonged to was on his merry way to having a very good time.]

Besides - don't I look a bit too young to be one of those predators that pick little boys off the side of the road? Careful what you answer, now.

Oh good. The real necessities. [His eyes are going to roll right out of his head pretty soon.] I'm not assuming anything about you based on anything, man, I don't even know what you are. Or what you want. Or anything other than the fact that I apparently looked like some kind of fun time.

[He shifts toward his door a little, staring sullenly out the window. His resolution to play this off as no big deal is already slipping, because he can't help but tug when he feels a collar around his neck. Another unfortunate weakness that Petre will be able to play with.]

But keep it to mind games. You're not breaking my heart with that.

You - [He points, lips now split in a jovial grin,] Don't get to tell me what to do. Haven't I made that clear yet?

[But it means this one likes to defy. Pride makes itself pretty damn obvious, here, bright neon lights shining right above the boy's head. That should be the easiest string to tug at, to get him to do whatever the hell Petre wants.]

But you're free to try. I could use a laugh.

You're really fucking up the potential "friends" thing every time you open your mouth here. [Muttering:] Not like it had much of a chance to start with.

[He really wishes he smoked right now, literally for the first time in his life, just to give him something to ease his nerves and occupy his hands other than playing with the (fucking useless) lighter. An excuse to stare even more fixedly out the window and pretend Petre isn't even there. A lot of things are suddenly making it sound like the most appealing habit in the world, but the stench and its attached memories eventually wipe that thought from his mind.

His eyes flick over to Petre again. Considering he's basically saying that he's erasing John's free will while they're together, his big, bright smile is pretty damn charming. He draws his brows down defensively, looks back out the window. As angry as he is, he's taking this back to neutral ground.]

You know this part of the country at all? 'Cause I really don't, but my head's gonna split open if there's not somewhere I can get some aspirin soon.

[The worst part? Petre doesn't care, not even a single drop. He genuinely believes he'll just naturally win over John, because what other choice does he have? They're stuck in a moving car and all he can do is sit and listen and nod along. Besides, he's such a charming young chap. Who wouldn't want in on that.

This really is the true sign of friendship, isn't it? Of course it is.

Petre isn't all that right in the head, John, sorry about that.]

I don't know any part of the country. Missed the part where I said I'm from Europe?

[Maybe he didn't mention it. Did he mention it? Who cares.]

I know some of China, though. And I got drugs in the back. You can pop a pill on our next stop.

[Well, at least that just gets a slightly dry look, not one of the death glares he's been firing over so regularly.]

"From" doesn't give me any idea how long you've been here, jackass. You could've immigrated as a kid or showed up for a vacation yesterday. [Half his family were immigrants, after all, until none of them were his family anymore because "family" stopped existing in his life. A natural assumption, he'd say.

Fuck. Fuck. Now he's actually about to smile, and it's about to be amused and kind of impressed and none of the things he wants to show Petre at all.]

You pack sex toys and drugs for a road trip, huh. Better hope we don't hit bat country any time soon.

Yes, because everyone in America is a damn immigrant, right? [John, you racist.]

Hey, don't give me that look, none of it's mine.

[which is him admitting that the car and everything in it is stolen.]

[He just smirks.}

Chill out, man, I was related to immigrants. It's where my head goes.

[And yep, now he's definitely impressed. No hiding it.]

No shit. [He starts toying with a little curl of the lighter's flame again.] I never learned to hotwire. Only cars I stole were to sleep in. Did you check for the most illegal one you could find?

Did I check? [hah.] Have you looked at it? I just wanted the flashiest ride I could get my hands on. Looks are everything, my friend.

[frieeeeeend.]

Yeah, I looked. [And he looks as dubious as he did when Petre pulled up. Flashy, maybe, but not what he'd pick in a million years. One toe nudges at the fuzzy dice as though to emphasize his disagreement.

But at the sight of a road sign, he pulls his legs down off the dashboard and squints out the window at it - his vision's normally fine, but distances have been a little blurred since that crack to the head. At least it feels like it's getting better, albeit slowly.]

10 miles and we're somewhere. Thank fuck. They better have been low-level drug dealers, I'd kill for about five Oxycontin.

Don't jinx it, Johnny. Besides, it's a roadtrip - aim for something a little more adventurous. Make it therapeutic and fun.

[isn't he just a pit of good advice?]

With you around? I'm not getting that fucked up. I just wanna stop the bombs going off in my head.

[Never mind that he really did dig his own grave in many ways. That just means he doesn't trust Petre or himself around Petre, so it's double the reason not to take a trip alongside the bizarre, infuriating trip he's already on.]

Excuse you, I happen to be amazing company when you're high. It doesn't get much better than the Petre Experience.

[and he will try to get you to hallucinate and then make out with him, guaranteed.]

[The really irritating thing is that he thinks he could like this guy when he says shit like that, were these remotely normal circumstances. Once again, he can't help smiling.]

Maybe. Maybe. Depends what's in there.

You could check it out. I'll stop the car right here. Might as well do it when no one's around, right?

[no one's around to call the cops on them.]

I'll sell you a dildo for five bucks. You got a girlfriend? Angry ex? Or maybe you just get bored.

[And now he's just laughing. God. At least they'll get along some of the time.]

One for three, your guess on which. But no money, so you're shit out of luck anyway.

[He chews idly on his bottom lip, thinking it over. Suicidally reckless. Not like he can dig his hole any deeper right?

Famous. Last. Words.]

Alright, pull over.

I'll go with 'you get bored'. You're too fucking proud to be in a relationship.

[and Petre is just too damn shitty a person.

But stop he does, slowng down to the side of the road with another cigarette out. The engine's off and he sways on out of the car, popping the trunk open to reveal a myriad of illegal shit. Guns, blades, drugs, and the famous sex toys. He would've liked to meet the owner of this car.]

Good guess. [And he doesn't take that as an insult in the slightest. About all he's seen of relationships is people completely losing what pride they had, so why would he want to?

The contents of the trunk get a low, impressed whistle. There's a look of distaste on his face as he shifts a gun out of the way, a little prejudice that Magneto, some soldiers who broke into his school that one time, and a whole lot of Cure-loaded bullets instilled in him, but the sex toys actually do catch his interest. He can't help poring over them, eyebrows occasionally going up and a snicker or two coming out: not childish or prurient amusement, just general disbelief at the situation as represented by the rolling sex shop currently in front of him.

But that's not what he's here for. What'll take the edge off his headache without sending him sky-high? He's actually not well-versed enough in illicit substances to know, despite his years on the streets - he mostly stuck to alcohol - and it shows in his thoughtful frown.]

[while John snickers and thinks, Petre suddenly seems bored with the situation, moving closer to him - almost uncomfortably so - with his fingers around the cigarette, cigarette between his lips.]

A little light, please.

[since he so kindly handed over the lighter. The drugs John's free to take range from your everyday aspirin to tranquilizers strong enough to knock out a horse. Or Juggernaut. Welcome to the candy shop, kid.]

[He pulls out the lighter and strikes it, holding it up for Petre to light off - no tricks this time. No point, really.
At this point, he's just assuming Petre is so close because of the need to get his smoke lit.

Meanwhile, he spots what look most like narcotic painkillers to him (god knows he saw enough of those handed around) and grabs a baggie with his other hand. He'll just take the whole thing and dose himself as needed.]

[He's free to assume what he wants, but truth is Petre isn't moving back even after he gets what he wants. He has to admit he's a little disappointed John doesn't make a show of his power this time around, but hey. He's concentrated on other things, so he'll give him that.

He plucks the bag from John's hand, turns it around to take a look.]

What are these?

Just what I was looking for. Pretty sure, anyway. I'll know if not soon enough.

[He turns his head to smile dryly at Petre and jesus, yeah, he is standing rather close. His features are even more dramatic at such close range, eyes too blue, lips too dark and full, and John takes a step back as subtly as he can as he reclaims the bag. He cracks it open right there, dry-swallowing two pills for now.]

[he removes the cigarette from his lips, exhales smoke.]

Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.

[Petre doesn't break his toys.]

So what happened?

[Eurgh, stepped back just in time. The smell's still awful, but at least not right in his face. The promise gets the first dry smile he'd intended out of him, but it fades very quickly at the question.]

I got headbutted unconscious by a guy made of solid ice.

[And yes, he knows exactly how hilarious and ironic that will be to everyone but him, so he jabs a finger at Petre.]

Don't. Say. Anything.

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