Badassery 101 [timtim]

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* LOKI ( ALEXANDER ) VALENTINE ,

The first rule about badassery was that you couldn't be afraid of the consequences that followed them. If a black eye was to be given because you were way to cocky, then tone your ass down, that or learn how to knock out the bitch with a wicked left hook. Most people thought bad asses were complete morons, mainly because of their use of brute force and harsh words; hiding behind the tough image to hide their true selves. But not Loki. He was a scrawny little nobody no one took seriously, and he had his size to blame. On the inside he felt like a bad ass living on the edge, not caring what he did to who ever. The outside told a different story. He looked like a someone who couldn't pose a threat, which to people twice his size (who was the general population) meant he wasn't worth the time. In the long run, Loki really didn't give a damn. He could wear his black skinny jeans that was lavished in silver chains going every which way, some old polished combat boots that had seen better days, a red plaid vest that basically hung off his body and bits of jewelry here and there.

He didn't have a reason for being dressed up, he just wanted to. And why he had to show off his wonderful arrangement at McDonalds was beyond him. Maybe it had something to do about the fast food restaurant it's self. That's it. Because only the most bad ass of bad asses would go to a McDonlads so early in the morning to terrifying the customers. He never ate there of course. No. You never ate there, which was funny because when he wasn't at school Loki was at some fast food joint causing some sort of carnage. Going there to stir up the hot water was about it. But to eat the mean of tortured animals was definitely beneath him. He remembered awhile back in Oxford where he advocated at a Mickey Dees. They didn't listen too him of course and that was fine. He moved on to making their lives living hells until he was kicked out which wasn't long. The teen didn't have a clear purpose anymore. The only thing he could do was speak his feelings through violence which was bad ass lesson number... five.

Loki sat in a booth, cigarette between his teeth. He had put it out a while ago. Stingy Americans, so worried about second hand smoke. The Englishmen knew it was a myth. But what ever. He sucked on the sweet tasting cancer sticks as he used his fingers too tear open a handful of ketchup packets. This went beyond demonstrating against the poison meat. He had nothing to do this morning., hence why he was there in the first place. Loki flung one at a woman who was bundled in a white winter coat. It hit the back of her head and slid down her back. She sharply turned and yelled at him. All they did was yell. There was something about piercings, bleach blond hair, and his entire attire, that made people weary of him. He noticed a few more people walking around, proud of their poision and flung ketchup at them as well. The final lesson in completely mastering badassery was too look extremely cool, calm, and collected. The three C's. And that's exactly what Loki did as he took a sip from his orange juice.

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Tim had never really enjoyed McDonald's. After all, every History teacher seemed to have the innate desire to show movie after movie about how disgusting, cruel and fatty fast food was. Which was why, when Tim walked into McDonald's that morning, it wasn't because he was dying for a slab of fat between two slices of carbs. It was because of the free coffee. Could he be tricked and bought by such deals, despite the knowledge that there was always a catch and that he was still supporting all the evil the fast food chain stood for? Yes, apparently. He wanted coffee, and he was going to get coffee, and if it was McDonald's coffee? Well, he doubted he would explode into obesity by simply finishing one small cup. So, here he was, taking his chances, stepping casually through the doors and trying not to breathe in too deeply.

It took him all of two seconds to notice the guy flinging ketchup packages, and all of three seconds for one to come flying directly at his face. He lifted his hand in a last, futile attempt to catch it, moving in a half-duck right as it smacked his cheek. He did manage to get a hold of it on the rebound, however, and held onto it for a moment, too shocked to do much else. Had that just happened? People didn't usually sit in the middle of McDonalds, sucking on cancer sticks and throwing things at people for no apparent reason. But, even when Tim blinked, he saw that the perpetrator was still there. Okay, then, he thought to himself, looking down at the little packet still in his hand. He could practically see the road of life stretched out before him, the proverbial fork placed smack in the middle, waiting for him to choose a path. The easy way - the grin and bear it one - beckoned, open and safe. The other road - the devilish 'throw it back' road - smirked, taunting him with its twisted path and dark corners. This decision could change his life. Tim drew in a breath, lifting his eyes from the ketchup to the odd boy. Then, in one smooth movement, he drew back his arm and swung it forward, releasing his small ammunition.

The moment the packet left his fingertips, Tim could see that he'd aimed a bit too high. It almost hit the boy, almost, but at the last second it veered as if moved by the hand of some unearthly being. Straight into a grumpy-looking old woman's salad. Time froze, and Tim stared at her in horror, feeling her accusing gaze settle into his own. Seriously, what kind of person ordered a salad from McDonalds, in the morning no less? Oh. Shit, Tim's eyes widened. She was standing now, clearly intending to punish him in one way or another. In the few seconds of quick getaway time left, Tim looked back at the boy who had started it all, narrowing his eyes in what might have been a glare and pointing an accusing finger. Then, he turned on his heel and sprinted for the door. That dude owed him a fucking coffee. Getting to a safe enough distance from the McDonalds, Tim stopped and watched to make sure no old ladies had come waddling out after him. Then, he crossed his arms sulkily. What an unfair morning.

ooc And the descent into badassery begins.

[wasabi]

* LOKI ( ALEXANDER ) VALENTINE ,

Had Loki known one of his victims was going to retaliate, he would have thrown more ketchup packages. He ducked his head slightly. He had platinum blond hair and the last thing he needed was red in it. His neck turned to see where it would land as luck would have it, the same lady. Today was just not her day. The teen turned back to face the other and smirked. That was the first time anybody ever did something that drastic and messed no less. But still, the kid had gull and Loki liked that. He watched as the woman stood up. He also noticed this glare like thing the boy was giving him. Completely unphased, he waved at him and scrunched his nose just to make the situation feel worst. The woman on the other hand, saw the cause lost and sat back down. So Loki had the power to influence others. It was a very powerful feeling. He stood up and discarded evidence of his disturbance and bought a coffee. Why? He didn't even like coffee, but something told him he should. He adjusted his vest for the cold weather and stepped outside.

Seeing the guy outside just a few feet away made it even more funny. Loki couldn't help but laugh. Him standing there out of breath, all form a run from the old prune. He walked towards the other and eyed him, still laughing. "Smooth moves there kid. Don't think I could have done any better."

[/b] he said, looking down at his cup of coffee. "Really I mean it... what kind of shot was that? Over the top?" He knew teasing would get him no where, bu something about this kid.. he was different. "Here have a coffee, name's Loki. I like you. he said bluntly, handing the boy his coffee.
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Now that Tim had officially ruined his chances at coffee, he didn't really know what to do with himself. His whole morning had been planned around this one little outing. He was going to get his drink, enjoy it, and then find something interesting to do with his life. But without the first part of the plan, he was... directionless. He actually felt lost, as if the floor had been yanked out from underneath him. He scrunched his eyebrows together, and turned the corners of his mouth down in a slight frown, wondering whether he should just wait for the lady to leave and then return as if nothing had happened, or go back to campus empty-handed. Before he could decide, however, he saw the root of the problem step casually through the door. At the other guy's laugh, as well as the cup of coffee held smugly in his hand, Tim frowned even more. Just bloody brilliant.

At his new companion's greeting, Tim raised an eyebrow. "Hey, you definitely ducked. My aim is awesome!" In spite of himself, he grinned. He had never been able to hold a grudge, and he had to admit; the look on the woman's face had been almost priceless. As the boy continued, Tim smirked, shrugging and uncrossing his arms. "I, uh, miscalculated the aerodynamics of the ketchup packet?" he tried, hoping to save face by sounding smart. As if that had ever worked out in his favour. It had been a lame excuse, too, but Tim wasn't particularly concerned about the reputation of his aim in the first place. When offered the coffee, Tim didn't even try to hide his surprise: this basically made up for everything. "Seriously?" he asked, tentatively taking the cup as if expecting it to be snatched away from him at the last moment, "thanks!"

He took a quick sip, just to make sure it was actually coffee before being too forgiving. At the taste of cheap, burnt brew, he smiled. He wouldn't deny that this kid was a bit odd, but he didn't seem dangerous or anything. Maybe a bit badass... "I'm Tim," he introduced himself, appearing a bit confused by Loki's direct words. "Okay, cool," he nodded, wondering what that meant. It was almost as if he'd passed some sort of initial test, as if he were being advanced to the next level. But for what? Causing trouble? "I don't usually do stuff like that, by the way," he explained, gesturing to the McDonald's and referring to his ketchup-throwing act, "it just happened. My arm decided to have some fun, I guess." He took another sip of coffee, feeling significantly better than he had moments before.

ooc Poor TimTim doesn't know what he's getting into D:

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* LOKI ( ALEXANDER ) VALENTINE ,

Loki crossed his arms, slightly impressed with the boy's come back. It had been awhile since he last had a good... challenge. He smirked and tossed his head to one side, trying to avoid the other from seeing his smile. Then he started using big words? It wasn't like Loki didn't know them, it was more of him being too lazy to understand them. Schooling and the teen was the last thing on his mind, he spent his whole day trying to avoid the terrible subject of school and how it was a complete waste of time. He handed over the coffee as if the time was some rpg game, using the coffee cup as a way to smooth things over with the other. He watched as he took a small sip. At lease he wasn't completely stupid... not saying he was stupid or anything. Just couldn't be to trusting in this day and age.
"Sure mate, any time. Loki said looking down at his empty hand, the Englishman in him still taking over his accent.

Tim? Well... no Tim was fine, it was just fine. Not like he was going to convert this "Tim" to his religion of complete and total carnage of everything around him, but maybe have some fun with him. "Well... Tim." He began, getting the name warm in his mouth for later exposure. He folded his arm once more, a little nippy wind hitting his open shirt. So he wasn't the little bad boy Loki thought he was, that was ok. Because everyone has to start somewhere right?"Really? You should do it more often, it'll help you released that pent up emotions your arm was holding back for so long." He slipped his arms over the boy's shoulders. The teen had to fight the sudden urge to break into a "whole new world" but it was how he felt... the moment was right any ways... "How about I introduce you to the world of being bad? It's fun, people fear you, you aren't a complete pushover..." He paused before snatching his cup of coffee back and taking a sip

"And you get what ever you want. Lets say you and I start a beautiful... friendship and travel down the road of badassery". Badassery. The word enlightened the teen. The concept of him making up words for his own amusement never crossed his mind before, but now... his words had purpose meaning. He handd the cup back to Tim and smiled devilishly. "Well Tim.... what do you say?"

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Tim studied his new companion as he tossed his head, trying to figure out exactly what sort of person this might be. Judging from their initial encounter, he didn't display much respect for rules; he also didn't seem to have any qualms about pissing people off. Normally, Tim would have stayed away from anyone who gave off such a careless vibe, but he was curious. Especially since he'd been given the coffee. When Loki spoke again, Tim finally caught on to the English accent, raising an eyebrow. "You're British? Two of my room mates are. Do you go to Jackson?" The guy seemed to be school-aged, and there was a good chance they attended the same high school. Though, Tim wouldn't be surprised if he ended up being some sort of drop out. He looked down at the coffee, pressing his lips together, glancing back up as Loki repeated his name. He could feel the wind tousle his hair a bit, but ignored the chill, listening as his companion continued to speak.

He couldn't help but give an amused chuckle at the thought of his arm having any sort of pent up emotion. As far as he knew, he didn't have any buried anger which expressed itself through the flinging of ketchup packets. He'd done it more as a way to spice things up a bit... though, if he mentioned this to Loki, the boy would definitely think he was right lame. Eyes still sparkling with humour, he said, "yeah, my arm really needs to find a better way of releasing its frustration. Maybe I should enrol it in anger management. It can learn that song... you know, 'I am pretty...'" Tim began to sing, then drifted off, having gotten carried away with his little rant. As far as making a not-lame impression went, he was pretty much failing. But why did it matter? He didn't owe anything to this guy, anyway, did he?

As Loki's arm slid over his shoulders, Tim took another sip of coffee, feeling suddenly worried. He didn't know what was going on, but he was fairly certain he'd gotten himself into some sort of 'situation.' As his new friend spoke, he bit his lip, watching uncertainly. "Being bad? I don't know, I'm not really the bad sort. And I don't really want people to fear - hey!" he exclaimed as the cup was suddenly grabbed from his hand. For a moment, his face slipped back into a grumpy expression, but he quickly recovered. It wasn't technically his coffee, anyway... though Loki might've been making a point about 'being a pushover.' "Careful, my arm has pent up emotions, remember. I would suggest being polite to it in the future," he warned, looking down at the appendage as if seeing it for the first time, "I have no idea what it's capable of."

Tim had to admit, as Loki continued, that 'getting whatever you want' didn't sound like a bad bargain. Of course, he didn't usually want for much, but maybe that was because he knew he wasn't going to get it. Maybe 'being bad' would open up a whole new world for him, a world he'd never even considered... and if he didn't like it, well, he could just go back to being good ol' Tim. It was win-win. "Well..." he didn't want to seem too eager, so he shrugged, trying to appear thoughtful, "I planned to do a lot of nothing today, but I guess I could squeeze some - erm, badassery in there." He quite liked the way that world rolled off his tongue, though he had no idea how he would feel about it being used in reference to his own actions. What did badassery entail, anyway? Taking the cup back almost with a vengeance, Tim finally nodded. "I say, let's do it." He almost managed to sound confident in his decision.

ooc if only Tim's mother could see him now xD He's going to be the baddest of the bad >=o

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The teen sighed at the overly abused question. Hell yeah he was British.... was it obvious? No he was defiantly Aussie... Loki nodded, uncrossing and recrossing his arms. "Yeah I go to JH... rather dull school if you ask me. You gotta be in the night life and drama to enjoy a school like that"

[/b] Loki wasn't scholarly so everything else really didn't matter to him. He only went to JHS because he was forced to go. Once her "graduated" if that day ever came, he would be back on a plane to jolly old England where he be longed. In the mean time though, he would bide his time, causing all sorts of carnage and things that normal, kind people wouldn't do. The teen had no reply to the second response. He didn't know what the hell he was talking about... anger management. Two words that were no in his vocabulary, that was for sure. "You're prety?" he replied back, one eyebrow cocked in the air. He never wasted his time with tv or anything like that so he wouldn't know. But whatever. The joke in it's self was funny so he smiled after taking in too much thought.

Loki looked down to the ground and began to laugh. This kid was indeed a riot."What do you mean you're not the bad type? Anyone can be bad, you just have to want it ya know? Taking his coffee cup should have caught his attention enough. That was the plan anyways, that and Loki needed something warm in his body. But badasses never asked, that was just out of the question. He simply laughed at Tim's statement. As if that arm could do any damage to him, right. He placed his hands up in defense, his face completely serious, "Hey now mate, I was just kindin around. No need to go all psycho on me with your demonic arm. Loki's eyes narrowed on the other as he made his decision. It was a yes or no question, no need for long thinkerings here.

"Haha! That's the ticket Tim! Lets do it, lets do it! No harm done in trying right?" As he smiled, he licked his teeth, feeling a new sort of power in his life. The time to pass on all that he knew was now! He knew the power was to great to keep to himself. The power of BADASSERY! "Alright my student, now that you have enrolled in Badassery 101, your first lesson is to rejoin me in that McDonald were we shall start your path down to wickedness and destruction! something about what he just said sounded a little bit off. He was too excited about corrupting a young soul. But why not? He marched back to the McDonald's door, opening it for Tim and swiftly closing it before a little kid could bounce out. "This door isn't for you" he sneered as the kid rubbed his nose and went to cry to his mother. He then opened the door again and smiled.




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Tim shrugged at Loki's sigh. Well, he thought being British was cool, but whatever. He had to agree with Jackson High being boring, though. Tim was a pretty laid back person, but even he wished things could be a little more exciting. Of course, there were a lot of events.. the New York trip had been pretty cool, though it was basically a vacation in his own hometown. He smirked, raising an eyebrow as Loki continued. Night life was okay - he had plenty of experience with that, thanks to his friends - but drama? No. As far as he was concerned, it could stay in reality TV where it belonged. "I guess so," he agreed, not wanting to seem like too much of a loser. He didn't mention that he preferred to waste his time playing sports and running the cats club. That didn't sound badass at all. As he started talking about Anger Management, he could see that Loki wasn't getting a single word of it. "Erm, no. Well, I mean - no. It's..." embarrassed, he ran a hand through his hair, feeling a bit of redness soak onto his cheeks. "It's from a movie. Just... nevermind." Luckily, Loki seemed amused, and Tim didn't get hit with a full-blown blush.

He frowned when his companion argued that anyone could be a bad type. "But I've never really wanted to," Tim added, feeling the need to justify himself. This was weird. He'd never even considered the life of a badass before, but now it seemed so possible. And kind of exciting, though he wasn't about to admit that out loud. A whole new Tim he had never experienced before clambered through his brain, evilly urging him to 'just do it.' As Loki sipped his coffee and spoke again, Tim's sullen expression turned to one of careful amusement. "Well, mate, my arm doesn't kid. So you better watch yourself," he started out with a semi-threatening snarl, but could hardly take himself seriously enough to keep up the act, dropping his arm as a large grin erupted onto his face. He was quite sure this kid was scrutinizing and judging him, and he was a bit uncomfortable, but he tried his best to keep it from showing. It felt as if he were trying to have a conversation with a menacing brick wall, which made absolutely no sense.

Thrown off by Loki's sudden excitement, Tim's eyebrows shot up, and he stood still for a moment to observe the reaction. "Um, yeah, no. No harm done at all." He nodded, then looked concerned. "Speaking of harm, badassery doesn't involve hurting anyone, does it? Because..." He shrugged, indicating that he wouldn't be crossing every line today. Throwing ketchup packets was all right. Mugging people, not so much. But Loki didn't seem like the mugging people type, as far as Tim could tell. He grinned at the thought of being enrolled in Badassery 101. What a class that would be. He glanced nervously at the McDonald's, then quickly composed himself, pushing regular Tim away. He'd already hit that lady with a ketchup; he practically had a rep now. And really, would getting blacklisted at a fast food restaurant harm him in the long run? "Let's do this!" he agreed, perhaps more enthusiastic than he should have been. He marched behind Loki, preparing to walk through the door and jumping back as it slammed shut. He almost felt bad for the little kid - almost - but he seemed like a whiner, anyway. Once the door had again been opened, Tim stepped through, giving Loki a nod of thanks.

ooc >.< How dare he mock my Timothy!! HE SHALL PAY. Once Tim finishes learning how to be badass, of course.

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Loki just shook his head. Trivial tings like wondering why people were so weird just wasn't on his top things to do. He smiled, completely letting it go. "No no no. Thinks like that... singing in public... bad asses don't do that. Hell I don't even sing in the shower."

[/b] Loki considered himself true bad ass. Back in elementary school where the kids would sing their nursery rhymes and play their circle games, Loki would be the one in the corner, being punished for not participating. Even in his youth, doing things that seemed degrading to his pride or male manifesto was just out of the question. He eyed Tim for awhile. This kid... although he had the potential... the teen was beginning to think that maybe he wouldn't be able to control the power that came with the title, "Bad ass"

Hearing Tim say he never really wanted to be bad made the blond feel more obligated then ever. Anyone who didn't even want to know the feeling of being bad... it was sad really. If it were up to him everyone would know the rules of complete bad ass. "Well Tim that's why I'm here. To show compassionate American blokes like you a good time, how to prepare yourself for the real world." His arms stretched out wide as he looked up to the light gray sky. He looked back down at Tim's arm, a wide smirk tugging at his lips. His arms fell back down to his side."Heh... prepare yourself." he whispered. Loki wasn't the type to go easy or have feelings for anything or anyone. Thinking about himself and only himself was the only way to live. A bad ass who cared? That was never heard of.

As he turned his heel to walk back into the McDonalds, Loki turned right back around, facing Tim. He pressed his nose on the other boy's staring him square in the eye. "Harm to others? That's not the point. This isn't one of those Karate kid movies were you learn to use your powers for good. To be a bad ass is just to benefit yourself. Why waste my time by harming others? Does that even make sense?" Maybe Loki put a little too much though in his life style but it was natural to him. He was the kind of guy who thought about everything, even before he knew what he was thinking about. Unlike most people causing paint to other wasn't on his to do list. Hitting the kid in the face with the door was just a coincidence... he shouldn't have been in the way. And that was that. He gave Tim a wink and went to order a few milkshakes.

"The best thing about being a bad ass is destroying things and not really caring what the consequences are." he twirled a straw between his fingers and handed two Milkshakes to Tim, carrying three in his own hands. "Follow me." He simply said making his way to the bathroom. Luckily it was a bathroom the locked form the inside. He locked the door and turned to the other male smiling. "Pick a wall, any wall. Make a message, tell the world about how you really fell." Figuring the boy wouldn't make the first move, he placed on of the milkshakes on the sink. He dipped the end of the straw into the drinking and began writing, "England forever" complemented with the British flag. His head looked back at Tim.



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