[Johnny Boy is OPEN] for business. M? Crazy! Yes!

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Johnny Paige, boy extraordinaire, just seemed to have a way with people. He especially did when said people could provide him with the copious amounts of food he needed to fuel his enthusiastic ways. The boys’ ability to consume more then twice his weight in food often caused delight (not consternation) amongst anyone who worked with food. He had worked on the cafeteria workers for the week he had been there, using all his wit and charm until they had melted, solidified and became wrapped around the little finger on his right hand.

Twice. And that’s how Johnny came to be in the cafeteria, fifteen minutes before opening, on a Saturday morning.

He had rolled out of a rumpled, disorganised bed (which had strange amounts of stuff piled onto the cover which he slept under) with a growling stomach and an aching head. Without barely a thought about roommates nor other students, a pair of well-worn, faded blue jeans were pulled over bright purple silk boxers, button nor zip forced up or in any hole. He hadn’t bothered with shoes, nor shirt – why would he, no one would be up so early, and hopefully he could get in and out without being spotted. Even if he didn’t, Johnny really didn’t mind showing off his body, because despite the quantity he ate, a slim body was maintained. Lucky boy!

Boy had meandered down the hallway, running hands through messy hair, yawning widely, rubbing them over arms to keep the chill away. Skin goosebumped and nipples stiffened, but still he carried onward. Towards his favourite place in the whole school. Like a zombie, almost, he approached the doors and pushed his way in, a wide smile crossing lips, eyes lightening on the worker who was preparing for the day.

“Bec...” He drawled, leaning against doorway with a yawn, affectionate tone lacing the name. “Foo-od. Dying.” He protested, eyeing off the door to the kitchen where he could almost smell the breakfast. Her laugh pulled him forward, a happy smile on his face replaced by a frown at the banana he was handed. Of course. Nothing would be properly cooked yet. Satisfied for the moment, the boy took a seat, in the dead centre of the empty room.

Ipod was slowly removed from pocket, the scratched and battered protective case smashing to the table, ear phones casually hooked into ears and music blaring audibly from the device. Old AC/DC had the boy bopping as slim fingers slowly peeled the banana, prepared to savour every mouthful. He was an amusing figure, tilting back in his chair, eyes focused on the ceiling as he sang with his mouth open. Uncaring, relaxed. Apparently alone.

“You’ll be, thunderstruck. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Thunderstruck!” Voice pitching high in an uncanny resemblance to a small girl. Or, the lead singer of his favourite band.

[Anna]

ooc. Totally joining this. But as who? I have no idea.
Pick for me! Sebastien or Ernest?



ALSO -- this has been driving me CRAZY. Does Johnny have a page? Because I've never heard of him before and all of a sudden, he's here and he's awesome.

[Scarlet]

He had woken up early as he had been doing a lot lately. He found that he had been barely able to sleep, let alone concentrate on much for long periods of time. Just another side effect of the withdrawals. At least he had managed to get some smokes. That helped lessen the pain at least a little. Not to mention he had managed to get the occasional drink now and again, never enough to fully lift the edge though.

The chocolate eyes scanned the hallway checking for teachers. He was glad to see none so he continued to take a few long drags of the cigarette. He could hear footsteps in the distance. Quickly he put the cigarette out on the wall stuffing the remainder of it in his pocket and moving to check out who was there.

He heard the doors of the cafeteria open and close a few minutes later. Confusion filled the features of the short boy as he stared at the door. Who would be up and in the cafe this early in the morning? Finally he pushed open the door to hear the boy singing, to a familiar tune.

A small smile spread across his lips as he watched in amusement nearly chuckling. He folded his arms over his chest shaking his head. He would've been full out laughing if he hadn't been so irritable lately.

"You've been thunder struck." A boy corrected at the words that came from the other man's lips.

Slowly Lukas approached the table where the other boy sat. "It's 'You've been thunder struck' not 'you'll be thunderstruck.'" He said stopping on the other side of the table looking down at him before pulling a chair around so he was sitting on it backwards listening keenly to the blaring music. The whole thing familiar to him. He loved the older music styles. They were so much more memorable compared to half the junk that came how now a days.

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Johnny didn’t hear the first remark. In fact, Johnny couldn’t hear very much with those earphones in. Seeing as his eyes were directed to the ceiling as well, there was much hope that he’d seen the other either first off the bat. He continued on hollering, swing precariously on the chair, pulling all the appropriate faces and gesturing wildly with his banana. Until he froze. This boy had an impeccable sense of smell and he detected the subtle, and disgusting, scent of cigarettes interlaced with the glorious, lovely scent of food being cooked. Which could only mean someone, another bloody smoker, was here.

The chair thudded almost violently back to the ground, all four feet back on the ground, one of the earphones removed from its purpose of deafening his ears. Eyes narrowed onto the person who’d just come in the doors, Johnny’s body relaxing when he deduced no real threat – they were even about the same age. He even swallowed and allowed a smile to cross his lips, no longer grimacing from the faded cuts and bruises that so littered his body from his fight on the first day, nearly completely healed if not for slight discoloration.

“Haven’t you ever heard of artistic liberty?” Johnny asked, one of his more confusing habits to be changing the song lyrics as he so pleased, usually it was with more cheeky words and phrases. Rather then being offended, Johnny was pleased to see a fan of some decent music in this place. “Good to see someone has taste around here.” He was completely at ease, half-naked talking to a stranger in the cafeteria.

Body leant over table, hand extended in greeting. A charmer without even meaning. “Johnny Paige.” He greeted, expecting a name in return.

[Scarlet]

"Lukas." He reached out taking the other boy's hand and shaking it for a few seconds before letting go and placing it behind his head.

"Boy am I glad to see not everyone around here are a bunch of stiffs." He added with a bit of a grin on his lips as he examined the other boy. He rested his elbows on the chair placing his face in his palms. "Yup, love the good music." He said thoughtfully.

A small chuckle rumbled from his throat. "Sorry didn't know you were changing them. Most people just don't care to know the lyrics." He said in the way of an apology before glancing at the Ipod. "What else do you have on there?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Man was he bored. Right now he was really wishing he had brought his volleyball with him, something to at least entertain himself a little. Other than talking with Johnny, someone he was pretty sure he would get along with. After all the boy didn't seem nearly as bad as some other people at the school.

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“What, you only got one name like Cher?” He teased, firming his grip before releasing, slumping back in his chair with comfortable flair. He yawned, scratching his chest lazily, letting his eyes drift over the other boy in a casual manner, nothing sexual or aggressive. Just curious, which, of course, summed up Johnny to a tee. “Yeah, pity I can’t say the same about smokers.” He gave a teasing sniff at the other, biting back a laugh. “Every body I talk to reeks of it.” Nothing harsh, just light commentary.

“I like to know lyrics, then I tend just to loose them, or replace them as I want.” He shrugged. “Keeps it fresh and interesting, I suppose.” Boy arched in a catlike manner. He removed the earpiece, sliding the Ipod across the table with a care – that’s what the protective case was for, after all. “AC/DC, Sex Pistols, Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin. Some Blondie, Divinyls, as well as classic hair metal like Def Leppard and Guns’n’roses.” He shrugged. “There’s so much that I forget what there is sometimes.” Body shifting, hearing the clatter of food being dished up.

Enthused, he held up a finger. “One second.” He murmured, standing and wandering over to the kitchen doors, peering in with a delighted smile. Breakfast for champions, he could crow across the room, instead he accepted a tray and meandered back over, plonking it down in front of them both. “People don’t like this food, I dunno why!” But ever polite, he motioned towards the stuff. “Want any?”

[Scarlet]

"No just not a lot of people pronounce my last name right." Lukas said with a bit of a shrug almost seemed to excited as Johnny listed some of the songs. "You're kidding me." He noticed as the boy looked him over and let out a bit of a grin.

He was about to make a comment until the boy jumped up and ran over to the kitchen. Tristan propped his head up on his hand watching as the other boy grabbed some food and came back with it. "Nah I'm not that hungry." He muttered watching the other boy for a few seconds before looking away. "Damn what I wouldn't do for some 51..." He muttered more to himself than Johnny a longing look on his face.

"Mm'mm, well there's a lotta us smoker's around." He said rolling his eyes barely keeping from lighting up again. "Hell, what'd ya expect?" He asked raising an eyebrow a bit.

(51 = Combination of crack cocaine with marijuana or tobacco)

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Johnny was already a full, heaped and weighty forkful close to his mouth before the other even answered, practically inhaling the food into his mouth. The first few forkfuls were a little frantic, but then he calmed and started to savour the flavours. While this was happening, his shoulders shrugged, a little uncaring. More for him, he figured, none too disappointed in the others rejection of this amazing combination of eggs and a strange mix of anonymous meats, chives and cheese. Johnny wasn’t a fussy eater.

“51?” He sounded curious through the insulation of egg in his mouth, head cocked, barely breathing for the intensity he was eating. “You drugged up or summat?” He didn’t sound judgemental, just inquisitive. There wasn’t a lot that Johnny judged people about – it didn’t matter that he didn’t do it, as long as you weren’t hurting someone else, it didn’t matter to him. But, the blunt was he usually put things offended most people, and if you didn’t know his carefree manner, you’d think he was fucking with you.

Fingers fiddled back with the Ipod selection, unable to help himself. His erratic and full nature made him fidget constantly, and change music as the mood took him, if he so wished. This time, something not so classic selected, the sometimes sexy strains of Murder City Devils “Boom Swagger Swagger” rolling out as loud as possible in the canteen, earning some looks from some of the boys slowly coming into the large room, their footsteps echoing dimly against the loud Johnny’s ears.

[Scarlet]

Lukas nodded in response to the question not wanting to elaborate too much. He rested his hand on his palms. He closed his eyes hearing the music and listening to the lyrics. "That's why I'm here." He said at a length. "It turns out my folks aren't too fond of me and drugs." He grumbled.

The chocolate eyes opened at the sounds of the other kids filling the room. He glanced over with a slight scowl at them shaking his head slowly. "Not a half bad song." He finally commented pulling his eyes from the flow of the crowd and let them settle back on the boy opposite of him.

"So Johnny why did you come here?" He asked a hint of curiosity entering his voice as he looked the boy over. He always did wonder what brought some people here but hadn't really ever asked, after all a lot of the reasons were most likely personal and not his business, not that he ever really cared enough to keep his nose out of others business.

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Lukas took it better then Johnny would have thought. The mention of drugs usually bought peoples defences up and things could turn rather nasty, conversation wise. Unless Johnny was deliberately offending someone, and then it often ended up with him in the hospital wing. Like mentioned, Johnny was a little too brave and a little less skilled when it came to coming fist-to-fist with someone. “Can’t say I’ve ever felt the need.” He admitted. He’d had plenty of opportunities, but Johnny liked life, enjoyed himself far too much without the influence of drugs.

“Yeah, gotta be in the mood for it, though.” Johnny adored this song, but the sexy lyrics and alluring voice often made him imagine a strip tease – now this wouldn’t be too bad if the person teasing was either male or female, but it just kept flickering between the two and caused Johnny confusion further more then any delight. And worse still, it was usually someone he knew – and he just didn’t want to have to deal with that when talking to them.

Johnny hesitated, though the question didn’t come as a surprise. He shrugged, nonchalantly, not ready to share-and-care with someone (no matter how nice they were) about his own life. But he did tell some of the truth. “I wanted to.” He answered simply, shrugging. “I just couldn’t stand the boring old life back home. This is a new adventure for me.” Again, award winning grin beamed at the other, shovelling in food after.

“Pretty boring.”