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how many ways to get what you want

Who: Hector Barbossa (C-2, age 18) and YOU. Also Tony Stark (2-1, age 16) and you.
Where: All over event week.
When: The entire freaking event.
Rating: PG-13 with teen!punk!bb!Hector's mouth.
Summary: Catch-all for Tony and Hector during the event. Replies will come from flytheflag (Hector) and bratofiron (Tony).
The Story:

HECTOR:

a: [The good thing about having a class that can't agree on anything at all, and thus ending up with something lame like the rest area, is the fact that Hector can fuck off any time he wants, and no one will really notice. Or care. Which is good, because it's not like he was going to actually put in any work or anything. Why would he? The idea of a stupid festival is lame, and he absolutely has better things to do.

Which is why he can found on the roof, a lit cigarette dangling from the fingers of one hand, an open flask in the other, as he dangles his legs over the side of the building. He still has a hangover to work off, and boy does his appearance (never along the lines of anything like the uniform code to begin with) show it, with his matted red hair sticking up in every direction, his shirt ripped and untucked, and mismatched socks showing beneath the hem of his pants.

Though if asked nicely, he might share what he's got in the way of contraband substances. Might.]

b: [During the festival itself, Hector can be found lurking (when he's spotted at all) around the haunted house, fortune telling set up, and the art exhibit, and as far away from the rest area as possible. He doesn't actually participate, though he could most definitely be easily ~~browbeaten~~ persuaded to do something if someone were so inclined.

Not that the fuck you vibes and go to hell stare really advertise that.]

c: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

TONY:

a: [The haunted house. Really, considering Tony himself and his own personal hobbies and interests, the class couldn't have gotten a better assignment. Because a haunted house? Needed monsters. And Tony? Needed something to keep his nagging old man off his back with proof he actually is doing more than being a little smartass in class because he can. And, hey, there's gotta be karma points in it for him if he helps make this the best haunted house ever, right?

He's surrounded himself with tools, unidentifiable parts in a heap, cans of paint, and more, hunched over something that might be vaguely humanoid in shape, though what the finished project will be is anyone's guess. He, of course, won't hear anyone approach, with his headphones on, and it's actually loud enough that the lyrics to "Paranoid" can be heard clear across the room.]

b: [During the festival when not running back and forth putting out small mechanical fires and working quick duct tape fixes on his monsters, Tony can be found stuffing his face at the onigiri booth or wandering around waffling between the fortune telling (because that's likely to just end badly) and the karaoke lounge, because that is really, truly, actually awful. Whoever thought that was a good idea either needs to be thrown a party or clubbed over the back of the head.

He's getting great blackmail material, though.]

c: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

[ooc; Brackets, prose, bring me your children.]

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[ Alice cannot stand being confined to a small room for that matter, either. Alice has slipped out; she keeps to herself, save the few she'll be willing to speak to, wearing darker shades of her uniform on purpose. It is not her goal to draw attention, it's the opposite, letting her dark hair cover half of her face.

Alice is going to find a good place to draw and lose herself in her imagination, that's what she wants. Just as Alice is on the roof, it's been preoccupied.

Well, no, he's not that bad, is he? One of her own, sort of speak, one who is ducking out from lessons and immersing themselves in social situations. Alice doesn't outright approach, clutching a messenger bag over her right shoulder, sketchbook in one hand. ]

I won't say anything if you don't.

[He heard her the minute she stepped out onto the roof, though he says nothing at first, kicking the side of the building gently with the heels of his boots, taking a long drag of the cigarette before glancing over at her, exhaling the smoke through his nose.

Oh. It's her. and people think he's weird. He might be quiet, but she's the scary quiet type. Which says something.]

Oh, really. [and he doesn't sound the slightest bit concerned.] And what are they going to do to me if you do. Expel me? I'm not that lucky.

I haven't noticed what they do.

[ She can sympathize with that, to a degree. While Alice tends to wander off, as always, she values education greatly. She isthe scary quiet type and she likes it that way, often passing people like Hector here more than others. The misfits, as it were, are ones that Alice seems to get along better with by far. ]

I don't particularly take their threats seriously, anyway.

[That's possibly because the misfits are so acquainted with the 'do not fuck with' vibes they give off, hers are read loud and clear.

For the record, however, he can totally envision her as queen of the bats or something else equally creepy, though he doesn't say so aloud, instead opting for another drag and watching her through narrowed eyes.]

I might be reaching here, but I'm going to go out on a limb and guess I don't either. Considering.

[He gives a little salute with the flask, before take a swallow.]

What are you doing up here, anyway.

[ It's a fair assumption for Alice, who often prefers to work independently rather than with others. At the moment, Alice seems to be perfectly content now with a faint raise of her eyebrow at the flask.

Then again, Alice has no room to judge, considering. She does pull out her sketchbook at the mention of her purpose for coming up here. ]

I can't concentrate on my drawings.

[Of course she has no room to talk, what she's doing is nearly as bad as what he's doing, so that raised eyebrow can go judge someone else. He's not interested.

One last puff on the cigarette and he flicks it out over the grounds. They can add littering on to everything else. Watch him not care.]

You draw, then. [Not so much a question, as a flat statement.]

Yes, I happen to like art quite a bit.

[ Why would she get on him for smoking? Or loitering? Alice finally decides to sit, only because she doesn't plan on moving anytime soon. Of course, it is with a heavy distance away from him. She does this with everyone, he is no different. ]

[Not that he cares. She could move to the complete other side of the roof and he wouldn't be offended in the slightest. For the most part, he's not exactly keen on having his personal space invaded. There are a few exceptions, of course, but all the pointy bits he wears tend to keep people where he wants them.]

Do ya now. [He's not even sure if he really cares, or is just making conversation, since that's what you do when you skip class to sit on the roof. To not is the height of delinquent rudeness.] And so you figure this be the best place to be doing that, then.

If I stay any longer, I just may lose my mind.

[ She's joking, mostly. Mostly. She just may even find herself in detention from
having a smarry mouth or back-talking someone. All these things she does and more. ]

Really, do you want to see that happen?

[So. Art gallery. Make a thing. Stand awkwardly by it for several hours at a time.

Yup.

No way this can go badly.

At least her drawing is pretty okay?. She missed a toe, sure, but who knows what panthers paws look like? Nobody, probably.

And hopefully not Hector who is headed right this way oh bunny dumplings he's gonna see it. Doing her best to not actually flail her arms, Shannon shuffles to the side as casually as possible and stands directly in front of her drawing. Hopefully he, uh, never saw it was there in the first place. Yup. No way she drew more attention to it by meeping quietly and sidling to her left along the wall. Nope.]

[Oh, no, that's not obvious in the slightest. It's not like he was looking right at her or anything, after spotting some fellow classmates and deciding that maybe ducking into the art exhibit to stay incognito might be a good idea.

Nope, sure didn't see that a bit.

He pauses in his approach a moment, making a face, shoving his hands in his pockets. Art people are so weird. But he continues his way on over, anyway, not needing to stand on tiptoe to really see behind her, but doing it anyway.]

Is this supposed to be some kind of shock performance art or something. Stand in front of it and then shock the viewer with the mutant cat foot, or what?

It-- it's not a mutant foot! I just forgot when I was plannin' it...

[She's blushing pretty hard, and boy is it difficult to meet Hector's eyes.]

And it's not performance art. I just. Didn't want you to see it.

[ It's raining! Not men, alas. Nor leaves or those charming pink petals; not money or other valuables, and most certainly not water. Instead it's raining fashion!

Specifically it is raining magazine spreads, pages lovingly torn out for Hector's viewing pleasure, sailing down from a tree in the branches of which young George Villiers is nesting, along with all the helpful commentary he gladly provides for the occasion. ]

Something simple, but elegant, that's what I thought,

[ he muses as the first page comes sailing down. ]

Lovely to show off those shoulders too! Or maybe something.... a little more elaborate, you know, but still very- very subtly bringing out the colour of your eyes.

[ Paper rips, another page falls. ]

Or! Or, Hector, now, hear me out: Or... something bold, and very, mhhh... very in touch with your feminine side.

[ The last page comes sailing down, and George closes the tattered remains of his magazine for the time. ]

Of course the most important part is that you feel comfortable in your own skin while still blowing them away.

[And really, here Hector had been minding his own business, just passing through because he absolutely would rather be anywhere than here (as is always the case when it comes to school and school-related activities, when.

Ah.

That voice.

That annoying, loathsome voice.

The first image drifts down and he plucks it out of the air, raising an eyebrow. Then the second and the third, and he goes over them a moment, stroking his chin a bit thoughtfully. As though he's remotely taking any of this seriously beyond dragging that asshole out of the tree and kicking his face in.

(Spoiler: He's not.)]

Not this one. [He tosses aside the first.] Me legs are too nice for all that. This one. [He waves the second a moment before tossing it aside, as well.] A wee bit 1980s for me own tastes, speaking personally. And this one? [He looks up into the tree then, holding up the third dress.] I'm a ginger, mate. Gingers ain't wearing red if they can help it. Honestly, how is it that I know this, and you don't.

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That's what makes it bold, Hector! Bold, I said so, didn't I? Here's--

[ He throws the rest of the magazine down at Hector. ]

Here's the whole summer collection to look at, I want you... I want you to be the prettiest you that you can be!

[ George tries to keep the laughter out of his voice, he really does, but his stupid grin is already stupidly wide, and even clenching his teeth together barely keeps him from snorting a giggle. ]

[ There's only a handful of people Bruce feels honestly comfortable around, and whether or not Tony appreciates it, he's one of them. He doesn't think Tony minds, honestly, and they spend most of the time talking science, discussing assignments, and every once in a while making a less than safe experiment at the school's rooftop. Maybe. None of you have proof that the scorch marks up there were their doing.

Taking a break from his own project, which had been its own headache until he figured out what to do about it, he goes over to where he knows Tony's working on his own. So supposedly he's not meant to see it, or to even know anything about it, but he's here anyway. He walks up to where Tony's sitting on the ground, tapping him lightly on the shoulder to let him know he's right there. ]

[Well, being fair, there are a handful of people that Tony doesn't mind seeing what they're not supposed to see until it debuts for the haunted house. Because if anyone knows Tony, it's that he loves to show off. But it's a different set of circumstances when it's his friends, isn't it? He's not going to play the hush-hush game with them, considering they all know he'll lock himself up here to work on the haunted house and forget things like food.

And sleep.

He starts at the tap on the shoulder, before reaching up and pulling off his headphones, squinting up at Bruce.]

You need to learn to knock, man. [But it's obviously a joke, as he reaches over to pause the music.] What's up. Come to do some recon on the haunted house? You will...Sing my praises to whoever asks when you leave, right?

[ With an easy grin, Bruce shrugs off his backpack and sits down next to Tony, then setting it down on the ground next to him. ]

What are the odds you'd have heard me, though? [ Not with that song blasting as it was, besides the door wasn't exactly closed. He only had to step through. ]

Not a chance. You already sing your own praises enough as it is. [ A little eyebrow quirk, and he looks over the humanoid robot he's working on. ] So what's this gonna be? Vampire, werewolf? Evil zombie Santa?

Hey, all I'm saying is that it wouldn't hurt to have someone else put a good word around. [He glances up from picking through a set of wrenches, holding up one.] You know, a little good press not straight from Stark himself.

[But at the question, he perks up completely, because if there's anything Tony likes to talk about other than his being an absolute genius, it's the things he actually proves that with.] Evil zombie Santa, I like that. I'll keep that in mind. No, this is, in fact, going to be the crown jewel of my collection for this thing. Say hello to Ultron.

You do plenty of press in your own name, you don't need any more. [ And Bruce's his friend, he's not gonna lick his boots. ]

Ultron? [ He looks from the robot to Tony for a moment, thinking amusedly to himself how often his friend refers to his creations as crown jewels. ] Cool name. So what's it gonna do?

[The roof isn't empty.

Not all of the time, at least, which isn't unusual when you go to a high school where a dragon (of all things) has chosen to lurk. A young dragon with a lame fin on his tail, and absolutely no sign of ownership whatsoever. The school's tried to chase the Nightfury out as discretely as possible, but none of the attempts have stuck. Toothless is there for good.

Case in point, now, when he spots Hector and decides to investigate, carrying what looks like a giant chicken leg in his mouth that was "relieved" from the kitchens. He's come up here to eat his prize, his movements quiet but audible on the roof tile.]

[Well, it's not like most people haven't noticed the dragon that sometimes hangs around. Hector's no exception, he's seen it plenty of times, if not so up close and personal.

And, well, it's got food, hasn't it? So it's not likely to eat him, unless it decides it wants dessert. And he's fully aware he's a stick, and probably doesn't look any more appetizing than a toothpick.

And at this moment, he's oddly okay with that.]

Oi. Those sods down in 3-1 are doing better than that, next time you get a bit peckish, mate. [And that is in no way because he thinks them freaking out over a dragon stealing food would be hilarious.] Better than the kitchens, anyway.

[Toothless finishes with the chicken leg in two bites — which is him taking it slow — and aggressively chews the bone to relieve some of his last 'teething' itches. When your teeth retract, and are very large, they tend to be bothersome. That done, the Nightfury looks at Hector curiously before he perks up at the suggestion.

Oh, yes. Doesn't he know it. He's already raided them once or twice.

Leaving it completely unambiguous, the young dragon puffs out his chest and holds his head high, looking as smug as dragonly possible.]

[He laughs at the puffed out chest.] Aye, already figured it out, have you. [He hasn't heard anyone screaming about a dragon, and that is a pity. Because he guarantees one of that lot will end up having a meltdown about it.

He can only hope it's that George rotter. Would make his day, it would.]

So here's me question, and stop me if you've been asked it before. [He pauses in that, taking a drag on the cigarette.] What's a dragon want to hang around a place like this. Damned boring, honestly.

[Someone's likely to object soon enough, someone who Toothless doesn't like as much as the rest, and then there's bound to be some screaming. Hector doesn't have long to wait, in all likelihood.

At the question, though, all the answer he has is to cant his head to the side and lick his lips.

There's a lot of food in this so-called boring place.]

[ As much fun as not doing actual schoolwork is, Tommy still isn't a fan of being cooped up in this place for too long. Taking a break from his own 'restaurant' shift, he heads up to the roof for some air--and to find a friend, hey! He drops down next to Hector and slings an arm around his shoulder. The other goes for the flask. ]

Hey, you look wrecked from last night, but that was fun, huh? What're you stuck doing downstairs?

[Tommy, at least, is one of the few that can do that without getting their face chewed off (possibly literally, the world never knows with Hector), and his biggest reaction to any of that - because that is a lot of words and he's not up to parsing it all into singular questions - is to reach up and rub at his face with his now free hand.]

One thing at a time there, mate. [Because honestly, wrecked is probably putting it nicely.] I dunno, some rest area nonsense. Didn't hang around long enough to get picked to do anything.

[ If Hector ever tried to chew Tommy's face off literally or figuratively, he would just run in the other direction. He wouldn't even bother letting it wash over him, or allow Hector to get a word in. Conflict avoided is sometimes the better option, as much as he doesn't like acting like a coward, he's not stupid enough to be brave for no reason.

Anyway none of that matters right this second and he shrugs, swinging his own dangling legs a bit. ]

That sounds like a whole lot of boring bullshit. Mine was kind of fun at least, for a little.

[ a grin. ]

I got to mess with Ned too, so that was great.

[ despite annabeth and frank being more overbearing than usual when it comes to clarisse skipping class, she finds time to do it, anyway. who gives a fuck about geography or english? especially english. fuck english. she's never been good at it, and it's supposed to be her native language. most of the time it feels foreign to her, with the way her brain doesn't seem to process the words properly. it's a pain in the ass, frankly, and she doesn't want to get stuck getting called on to read out loud in class when she can just fuck off to the roof and avoid it entirely.

she doesn't know many of the upperclassmen unless they're in the blood oranges or friends with frank or annabeth, and it's not like she hangs out with their crowd, anyway. but she has seen hector around — let's be honest, he sticks out. and he's got a reputation, which is something clarisse can admire. not that she... does. maybe she just thinks he's kind of cool. that's it. maybe he kind of reminds her of her dad, which... could go either way, really. dad bailed when she and frank were kids, but she apparently takes after him the most. she doesn't remember much, but she does remember his old leather jacket and the way he always smelled like smoke and liquor. all she really has are fond memories, up until her mom told them "daddy has to go away for a while." yeah, and then daddy never came back. to say she's bitter is an understatement, but at least she's always had frank and annabeth, even if she pretends she's not related to them half the time.

she sits a few feet away from hector, her back to the edge of the roof. she gives him a sidelong glance, noticing the flask in his hand. she nods to it. ]

Hey. That empty?

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how many ways to get what you want

a - hector

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Hector B!

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b - underneath the cherry blossom tree ♥

taking u out behind the building, kicking ur ass, assface

ha ha can't catch me can't catch me

A - Tony, BECAUSE I NEED ALL THE HIGHSCHOOL AU FOR THESE TWO

PRETEND I HAVE ACTUALLY FINISHED SETTING UP TONY'S JOURNAL i will have for the next tag shhh

I don't know if I can forgive you.

I lied. /sob Time got away from me. Also, yeah, I went there.

eheheee

A - Hector

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hector - a

gonna side eye you so hard when this is over

bring it on, buddy, bring it on.

a | hector