I'm just a good guy in a bad, bad town

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

Who: Bro and OPEN
Where: Throughout the mansion
When: During the event
Rating: PG/PG-13? Maybe?
Summary: Bro's patrolling the mansion. Losers, watch your step
The Story: Bro's walking through the halls of Wonderland, sword in one hand, Cal in the other. There's something different about the way he walks, slower, like he owns each and every corridor he walks through. He's the sort of guy who can walk around like this and no-one says shit.

Why? Because he's a jock.

Even so, he knows there are some losers who don't know their place. And that's where he comes in. To teach them that you don't cross Bro Strider. Not if you want to escape unscathed.

Comments

Maaaaan, Dave's just ASKING for it this entire event.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Dave has no shits to give if the jocks "own" the mansion. He walks wherever the fuck he wants to walk. It doesn't matter if his strength isn't what it used to be. Dave can still put up a good fight if he has to.

Oh Dave

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

The problem with being a Strider is that he has to admit to having a sibling. Which wouldn't be a problem except Dave is everything Bro worked so hard to train him not to be. And that, if not handled right, could cost him cred points.

But he needs provocation. Doesn't need to be much, just needs to be enough that he can claim that Dave started it. Sure, he could lie, but it was so much more satisfying when he didn't have to.

This'll be FUN.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, great, there's his adopted big brother. Emphasis on "adopted" since Bro wants to keep that clear. Fucker.

"Yo."

Greetings are good. He's planning on that being the end of it, but it usually doesn't work out according to plan.

Yep

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

Part of the reason it doesn't work out to plan, of course, is that by uttering that single rule, Dave is breaking the cardinal rule Bro set down a forever ago: he's acknowledging his adopted older brother where other people might see.

Like a flash, Bro's up close, the part of the hilt he's not holding pressed to his throat. Really, the sword's a glorified stick; he'd never actually use the blade-end unless things got really rough. His voice is low, quiet but threatening all the same.

"What have I told you?"

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

The blond is at least thankful that he doesn't normally draw the blade part on him. Otherwise, hasta la vista, this bird is flying.

"Nobody's around to care."

Damn it, why does he always have to challenge Bro? This doesn't help him from avoiding some nasty shit going down! Brain, mouth, communicate better for fuck's sake.

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

Why, indeed. Bro uses his hold to slam Dave into the nearest bank of lockers, eyes narrowed behind his shades, each word biting cold.

"That's not the point. Point is, little shits like you need to remember who runs this place or there's a world of hurt just waiting to drop on your head."

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Yep, that's going to leave a bruise in a couple hours.

"You're the one who taught me since I was in goddamn diapers to never let someone walk all over me. That doesn't make you immune to that rule, Bro."

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

That earns him another shove.

"I'm immune to whatever rule I goddamn feel like and there's shit all you can do about it."

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

To think that in a few hours he'll be reacquainted with the lockers again with Santana. Is there something on Dave's face that screams SHOVE ME INTO THE LOCKERS AND MAKE MY LIFE HELL? Apparently so.

Whatever, he'll deal with it.

"Some Strider you are."

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

The hell did he just say?

That does it. Bro moves to grab Dave by the scruff of his shirt, voice dangerously low.

"You don't get to dictate what makes a Strider. You only have claim to the name because I was dumb enough to think that maybe you wouldn't be completely lame."

Assuming he still has hold of Dave, he'll be dragging him towards the nearest public bathroom. Because yeah, there's no way little dude's getting off lightly with that one.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Dave is struggling, but Bro's strength versus Dave's? Yeah, no contest, as usual.

"Just means I had the sense to not turn out to be a fuckin' punkass kid like you, Bro!"

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

Then take a wild guess at where Dave's head's going? Because Bro's not even wasting words now. Just holding him still for the swirlies. If Dave's good, it'll all be over soon.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

This is Dave. He never is a good boy when it comes to somebody sticking his head in a toilet. Expect struggling from him.

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Always with having to do this the hard way. Hope Dave enjoys choking on toilet water because now Bro's having to play hardass and that means holding his head underwater until the struggling has to subside. Not long enough that he'd actually drown, of course, but enough to get the fear of it pumping.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he's going limp in the hopes that this won't turn into an accidental drowning. Or purposeful, depending on how someone looks at it. Besides, he doesn't't feel like having a death by a goddamn motherfucking toilet.

He will never feel clean again after this.

[coolstriderbro.livejournal.com]

Eventually, once Bro figures Dave's learnt his lesson for now, he lets go with a final flush.

By the time Dave looks up, he'll already be out of there.