Just Another Lazy Afternoon (Roland)

[Romeo Buckland]

Ask Romeo about his stance on video games and the Irish boy would answer without a bat: he thinks they’re stupid. Never mind that he’s spend almost every afternoon he can in Roland’s room, trying to beat the boy in every game he has. Forget the fact that he can totally talk a person’s ear when asked about the games he play. Disregard the awe his face had when the electrokinetic taught him how to play and how he gushed so hard about it the day before.

Because at the end of the day, he’s still loses. And losing trumps any enjoyment he might feel. Especially since he’s losing to Roland.

“What?! How did that happen?” yelled the boy, throwing his controller down as he got shot once more and died, “Seriously! Stop cheating dude.” As if Roland needs to cheat to defeat the boy anyway. While Romeo’s gotten better than he was a few months ago, all the quick movements and shifting of the screen views still make him a bit dizzy. “Let’s move on to the next one. Where you can’t cheat.”

He stood up from his position on the floor, grabbed a bottle of soda from the table behind him and flopped lazily on the couch. “By the way, have you started on the essay your sister gave us? Mind if I copy, I mean look over it for inspiration?”

By sister he means Ms. Chloe Singleton. Romeo thinks it’s funny, please forgive him.

[Roland Singleton]

Shoot, shoot, roll, find cover, HEADSHOT! Roland grinned as he saw the virtual avatar of Romeo's head explode for the fourth time since they started playing Gears of War 3. Roland had met Romeo a while back and after conversing had invited him to his dorm room to play a game. Romeo was new to the whole idea of not dieing when it came to shooters and Roland was having fun teaching him exactly what not to do. Roland had a slight edge when he played video games, he used his electrokinisis to push surges of energy into his controller so his reaction time wasn't delayed by having to his the buttons. Romeo's frustration only furthered Roland's enjoyment of it.

"Oh come on man, I told you already it isn't cheating. It's not my fault I have a natural affinity for being awesome." Roland joked taking a momentary break to sip his own beveragewhile Romeo changed game disks.

'And I already told you we aren't related dude, just cause we share a last name doesn't mean we are family. Otherwise whenever the Smiths family had a reuinion there wouldn't be enough chairs to hold them all." Roland responded in mock frustration. He had gotten used to Romeo making jabs at him about their teacher and it didn't really bother him anymore.

Truth be told Roland hadn't even so much as picked up a book to start on his essay. Procrastination was his Achilles heel and it was almost a gaurantee that the night before a paper was do you would see him burning the night away attempting to get it done in time.

"Yeah man you can totally copy the blank page sitting on my dresser." Roland said, "I'n the mean time though, what game would you like me to beat you at next?"

Roland yawned and stiffled a stretch. He extended his pinky finger towards the stereo that sat under the television and a tiny bolt of electricity shot outward. The stereo kicked to life and began to play somerap song that was at the top of the 40 charts this week.

"Man what I wouldn't give to have a nice dance studio to reherase in." Roland said, thinking of the auditorium he was forced to practice in most of the time

[Romeo Buckland]

It’s probably a good thing Romeo hasn’t noticed the sly electrokinetic surges Roland’s been sending through his console. Because once he finds that out, he’d probably brand Roland as a forever cheater in his head and tease him forever about it. Maybe even try to find a power suppressor and have him (or her) stand beside them as they play. Heaven knows he wouldn’t let the boy live down his sneaky ways would the Irish boy discover it.

“Oh will you please put a sock in it?” laughed Romeo, throwing an empty bag of chips towards Roland, “We should have like a douchebag jar around here. I saw that in a TV show once.” Yes, Romeo’s finally learned one of the best ways to waste time after playing video games all afternoon. “Like whenever you say something douche-y, you’d have to put a buck in it. I’ll be rich very fast if that happens.”

Yes, he’s completely overlooking at the fact that in the things he has a chance in beating Roland, like in gym class for example, he gets rather proud and egotistic himself.

He tried looking over Roland’s other games, and while he’s become rather good in some of them, he doubts he can still surpass his friend’s skill should they play that particular game. “Oh yeah, not related. Right. Because if you are, then your huge crush on her would be so weird,” teased the boy, turning to Roland for a moment to stick his tongue out and laugh, “Don’t think I didn’t see you ogle when she passed by you last period.” Whether this one’s true or not, well, apparently Romeo doesn’t really care.

“You haven’t started it yet? What am I doing hanging out with you then?” he said with mock disappointment, standing up to throw his empty soda bottle to the bin on the side, “I knew hanging out with Drew was a better choice.” That boy in their English class always had top marks on his essays after all. He gave Roland’s arm a punch (a light one at that) as he sat beside the boy. “I don’t know. You pick.” Not like it’ll change the outcome anyway.

“Isn’t there one near the club offices?” Romeo’s been to the studio once, during his first week, when he accidentally went there instead of the student lounge. “I thought you’ve been here longer than me man.”

[Roland Singleton]

Roland smirked as he caught the bag of chips that had been aimed at his face. He wadded it up and threw it in the nearby trash can. The douchebag jar remark made his smirk enter into a full on grin. Romeo tended to be a smartass a lot of the time and crack some jabs, but after the initial annoyance of it Roland had adjusted and learned the best way to deal with it was just to hit Romeo back.

"Hmm, well I'm not sure you would be able to afford to keep that jar, considering you bring it to a new level, and I don't have a crush on anyone, especially not a teacher, though I do think your girlfriend, and by girlfriend I mean the fountain sculpture in downtown, doesn't like you copping a feel in public." Roland joked back.

Even as he spoke about crushes a flash of Adrian's face entered Roland's mind. He had danced with her in the auditorium and for some reason couldn't get her to leave his head for more than five minutes. Roland stood up and walked over to Romeo, grabbed his copy of Mortal Combat and popped it into the gaming system.

"Well yeah there is, but so many of the clubs use it and schedule it for rehearsals its hard to find time to just go there and dance." Roland said, once again having his thoughts drift to the auditorium momentarily

[Romeo Buckland]

“Me? Afford that jar? Excuse me!” replied the boy, acting all hoity-toity as if he was offended by Roland’s statement, “Since when did I become a dickwad like you? If I’m a douche, then what does that make you, Sin Incarnate himself?” The Irish boy then laughed loudly, making funny faces at the electrokinetic. He grabbed another soda bottle and opened it, chugging a good chunk of it then burping rather loudly. Apparently in the company of friends, any semblance of civility is all but forgotten.

Roland’s claim of not having a crush at anyone earned another hearty chuckle from Romeo, and he was just about to say something when his friend claimed that he has a non-existent girlfriend. “Excuse me, but if you should know, I’m making progress with Gerri.” By progress he means learning to speak coherently around his cousin’s friend. He has yet to know how not to embarrass himself by saying stuff that should not be said around people you’re trying to impress (read: TMI moments) though. But let Roland think he’s making big and productive progress. “Don’t be jealous if I finally have a girlfriend and you still don’t, ok?”

As if that’s happening anytime soon.

“Mortal Kombat? Why this?” Heaven knows he sucks at fighting games. He knows the combos, but ends up spamming random buttons when the fight starts. “I know you jerk off to Jade when I’m not here, but seriously?”

In between his teasing, he did notice the slight change in Roland’s face. “So,” he grinned mischievously, nodding the boy as he tried to think of a character to choose, “Who is she? Do I know her?”

ooc:
I'm sooooo sorry this took so long. RL (drama) happened and such. Sorry.
- Jam