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Taeja Kim ☠ Jörmungandr ([info]jormungandr) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-08 10:19:00

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Entry tags:jormungandr, thor

Who: Tyler & Adam.
What: Awkward early meetings.
Where: Middle school, Garden Grove CA.
When: August 1992. Ish?
Warnings: None [yet].
Notes: Backstory, woo!

Adam had arrived - as he usually did - entirely too early. His father insisted on arriving well before the first bell, eager to boot Adam from the car at the school's front doors before making his way to the high school, and the broom closet he called an office. It was far too soon to go inside; no other students would be milling about, and what friends Adam could claim would certainly not yet be on the grounds. The weather was kind enough, mild in spite of being too goddamned bright for so early in the morning, so he decided to stay outside for a time. An empty bench stood perfectly positioned between the school doors and the speaker mounted on the exterior wall, where later he could easily hear the bell. Adam made his way over to it, rummaging through his bookbag for the portable CD player hidden there.

In a moment he was settled in, headphones fitted over his spiky black hair, his dark eyes watching students trickle into the building. Their shuffling feet and stilted conversations were muffled by Nick Cave's low baritone growling through his ears, a fact Adam found markedly pleasing. He drew his legs up beneath him, his heavy black boots shifting him to lean back on the bench. There he waited, letting "Jack the Ripper" seep through his very pores, until at last he saw a familiar face. Under normal circumstances Adam might never have acknowledged him; they were as different as night and day, and he could not begin to imagine what they might find to discuss. But Billy had mentioned the boy long before they'd met in person, and Billy's opinion carried no small weight with Adam. So in spite of himself he acted, waving to Tyler when he saw him glance his way.



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[info]bymjollnir
2010-09-16 11:13 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, yo. Uh... Adam?" Tyler glanced down at the spot that Adam had cleared on the bench, but the thought of sitting that close made him feel a little nervous. Reputation, and all that shit. "Yeah. Pretty busy. You know." Except obviously Adam didn't know, since they really were not that well-acquainted. Should he have asked about Adam's summer? Too late to ask now, he'd left the pause too long.

He shifted nervously, trying not to look too closely at the other boy. "So." What else was there to say? Oh, yeah. "Talked to Billy lately?" There, that was something they had in common.

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[info]jormungandr
2010-09-17 05:15 pm UTC (link)
Though Adam registered the stilted nature of the conversation, he chalked it up to unfamiliarity rather than some other, potentially hurtful cause. He ascribed the same meaning to Tyler's unwillingness to sit alongside him, forging bravely on. "Yeah," he said, attempting a nonchalant shrug. "I was over a few days ago. I'm there at least for a while most weekends, I guess. He's getting pretty preoccupied with his music, though. I don't know if he'll have a lot of time now that school's in, too."

He cleared his throat, moving slightly on the bench. One leg was tingling, falling asleep; he unfolded the prickling limb from beneath him, his clunky boot thumping against the ground. "You get bored or anything and he's busy, we should hang out. I've got a few movies I could bring over."

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