thecomplex_ooc | (Someone just woke up in a new place.)

(Someone just woke up in a new place.)

[It took everything that Varon had to not freak out so instead, he opens his door and looks down the hall. Left, then right. Nothing out of the ordinary here. One week and two places, nothing really surprises him much anymore.]

Oi! What is this place? Who's in charge!?

[He's not in a bad mood, just...confused? Yeah, that's the better term.]

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[Well help away then. Haru waits for him to get the dust pan in place so he can sweep up the shards.]

Or fairies.

I'm Haru, by the way.

[Jumps and nearly felt his heart stop.]

What the hell!?

Varon.

[Bending down, he places the lip to the floor and waits.]

What makes you think fairies, mate?

[He's not doubting, just curious.]

[Trolls are weird, Varon. You have no idea.]

[Oh wow, that reaction. You're really feeling the worshipful terror, aren't you? He likes that. he likes that a lot, actually.

Turns out your horn-honker is a scrawny, homeless-smelling gray-skinned kid with tall orange-yellow horns growing out of his head. If that wasn't enough, he's got a face covered in clown greasepaint, and a really unsteady, but sharp-toothed happy smile, like a shark on weed.

Actually, about exactly like a shark on weed. He seems weirdly calm and relaxed.

While we're at it, he's also got an incredibly ugly ventriloquist puppet tied around his neck like a scarf.

They say first impressions are everything. This one probably rates for an eleven on the weird shit-o-meter. It seems he can make weird honking sounds with his mouth, too, though they sound kind of asthmatic. Maybe they're laughs.]

[Blinks, pause, stare.]

Uhh, yeah, kinda like lions with their cubs? I'm familiar with survival of the fittest.

[And now he remembers Dartz and prison. It was the same thing, sort of.]

Yesss. Klondike bars.

[His favorite food ever. he practicaly lives on them... Er. Or he would. If he was alive.]

Don't play games. I'm Granddaddy.

Varon, mother fucker.

[Yep, he's catching on with a grin. He likes this weirdo. It's that twitchy grin that has him slightly on edge but at least this weird troll is weirdly genuine on the weird-shit-o-meter.

Then his eyes look to the dummy. Yep, definitely a tweaking freak...maybe. It's just too soon to tell just yet.]

[Sweep sweep sweep.

Fairies.

It's just kind of habit to blame things on fairies. He knows who's really breaking this stuff of course. He's got a dual personality. A black side.

Sometimes he snaps and stuff gets smashed. That's just how it is. But he just shrugs.]

Why not? Could be, right?

[When he's done sweeping he looks up.]

So your new here, right? Are you looking to rent a room?

Eyyyaa!

[Okay, this guy's really creeping him out worse than Dartz ever did.]

Not my Granddaddy!

I think I got one already. Kinda just woke up in it, I guess. Maybe I was drugged but that's hard t' say at the moment. I don't have a hangover so I know it wasn't anything party based...maybe.

[He's trying his best to hold back his frustration and having something to do did help curve that problem.]

It's interesting though. Fairies...can't shoot 'em, can't tell 'em off.

[Yep, he's blamed them before when he would break stuff just because and often got in trouble. Being the youngest of the Swordsmen never did him any justice.]

[He gives another startled, happy honk.]

[You never want to get a young capricorn's goat. That would be uncool. He sure hopes you aren't.]

[Exactly like that, actualy. It's common in troll society for unfit or weak trolls to be culled. Probably in her own way, Vriska was trying to help him. But it doesn't mean he enjoys it...]

Yes your Granddaddy. I know my grandbabies.

Your... your...

[Hang on. He'll think of a name.]

Your.... Betty, right? Yes. Betty. I remember.

Damn right, motherfucker.

[Smirks.]

I ain't into takin' goats.

[Varon's a Saggitarius, if that means anything. XD]

[Blinks....loooong pause...*piku Snap!*]

Do I look like a Betty to you?!

[Takes a moment...hold just a sec...]

Huh. Is she that scary? Come on, she can't be all that bad.

Yeah. But if you want to stay you have to rent. So that's why I ask.

[Allen's the one who owns the place so he'll have to talk to him about making it final. But if Varon wants to stay, Haru can at least set him up.]

And if you do want to rent one, do you want a roomate or to be by yourself?

[He reaches for the dustpan.]

Can't catch them in the act either. Their sneaky.

Huh, that means I have'ta work. No problems. Guess I better make something useful of m'self.

[He'll have to do something. He's not sure where else he can go. His bike offers no shelter so getting a room here has to be better than nothing at all, right? Yep, he's going to use logic.]

How much is the rent?

[You have no idea, Varon. No idea.]

[He tries so hard to come up with something nice to say about her. She is still his friend afterall.]

[Although sometimes Gamzee seems to try to turn his wheelchair into a rocket. But that's really not the same and definatly more scary than fun.]

[Nope, has no clue. He'll find out soon enough.]

Code? Is that like money?

[It means you're obviously the same blood type as his friend/enemy, Equius, for one thing. Though you seem more chill than Eq. The fact that the word for enemy is the same as the word for friend with trolls would have incredible significance and cultural interest value no doubt if you were talking to anyone other than Gamzee.

Though he has plenty of new culture shock for you in the mean time, because he seems to take your talk of not taking goats pretty seriously, nodding.]

[He seems pretty serious about that bit, too, but he brightens again, all dazed, bleary-eyed smiles, holding out a hand the size of a dinner plate, capped with rather nasty-looking dried-yolk yellow nails, and grabbing ahold of your arm with oddly careful, but still-eager affection.]

[Something of how strangely hopeful he looks probably translates. Kids who don't get enough attention and crave it seem to be universal if that look has anything to say about it. His skin is cold compared to yours, and that seems to give him pause, staring wonderingly at your arm.]

Edited 2012-01-03 05:36 (UTC)

That depends on the size of the room and if you plan to split rent with a roomate. We have rooms ranging from one bedroom to six bedrooms. And each room has it's own kitchen, bathroom and common area. Allen can go over the prices with you later since he's the landlord. I'm just his assistant.

((OOC:Crappy Floor Map (http://medtech-roomies.livejournal.com/25018.html) for convienence. And also, Taken Room List (http://medtech-roomies.livejournal.com/15322.html) complete with people who are looking for roomates if that interests you.))

[He'll find out in due time. For the time being, he's the one at the disadvantage and needs the grand tour. Might as well be from the one that offered since he wasn't going to ask and no one else stepped up.

He noted that tone and made a mental note not to mock goats. Probably not a good idea at this time.]

Yeah, bro, lead the way, motherfucker.

[Varon nods and grins.]

Well who else would you be, Betty?

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LMAO!! Yep, now we have bike horns. XD

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This is for the best. XD Trust me.

Bike horns aren't the half of it when you meet an alien preteen who worships clowns. ._.

Oh I'm sure it is. XD I trust you. :)

He's harmless, mostly. Just... confused.

LMAO Oh god....XD

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Well, that definitely makes two of them. XD

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Plus you'll discover later he has no sense of personal space, etc.

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Good luck convincing him your not related...! XD Everyone tries. No one succeeds.

XD Personal space? What's that?

Good lord!! XD

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He has no idea, but apparently jumping in Tavros' lap and wheeling his wheelchair around is bad.

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Yeeeah that could be disastrous. XD Better put up all the breakables.

Some even play along with it. XD