>ralphie> get O F F the //STAGE// [ stephen/open ]

[Troy Masters]

"Dude, Foamy is the shit." Troy claimed before taking another drag on his cigarette.

He was currently leaning against one of the more run-down buildings in Hogsmeade, speaking to no other than his best friend--though they'd never call each other that--Stephen DePaul. His white hoodie covered the tighter t-shirt he had on underneath it, tight jeans covering his legs. The boy's hood was up covering what reddish hair didn't stick out by the sides of his head.

How they had gotten to talk about random cartoons was beyond him. Hell, they always ended up talking about one topic then getting off track before they'd finished. It was like ... a ritual or something. The boy raised an eyebrow as a shopkeeper walked by, glaring at the two of them.

Troy? He glared back ... in the same way that the guy had glared at him ... only in an overly exaggerated, 'dude, you're an ass' way. Oh, Troy...

[[ incase you don't know ... Foamy the Squirrel .. he's fairly .. erm .. foul-mouthed? though xD ]]

[Stephen DePaul]

[/b][/color] Stephen agreed with Troy. Of course he did, who wouldn't agree about the love-able squirrel? Eh, don't answer that.

"Best animal ever, animated OR real." For some reason Stephen had felt the need to clarify that. Really, Foamy totally owned Dumbo's ass. There was no denying that. Arms crossed over this chest, Stephen shook his head as Troy took a drag from his cigarette. The two were alike in almost everything they did. The way they dressed, spoke and acted. Except for smoking. There was something about it that Stephen just didn't understand. How someone could breath in such sickly amounts of smoke was beyond him. Even when he was a child, even the smoke set off from a candle in the house was enough to bother him. Surprisingly, smoke tended to bother Stephen and his lungs even more than Schuyler. "How the heck can you do that to yourself, man?" Of course, he already knew the answer. But it was the same question Stephen had asked once or twice before, and for some reason he decided now was a good time to re-state his previous question.

It was at that point that a fairly large group of seemingly fourth year girls herded towards the two boys. From the look of their scarves, they were mostly Ravenclaws with a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs thrown in as well. The group stopped walking a good twenty feet away from Troy and Stephen and preceded to burst into a fit of giggles and pointing. Generally Stephen would just shrug this show off. It's not like he hasn't been surrounded by groups of younger years before with their fits of giggles. Or sometimes he usually he may just pass it off on the fact that he was wearing such an insanely colored hat. But he wasn't wearing such a hat today. No, today he was wearing a simple trucker hat. This hat was black mesh in the back, and white in the front. And it boldly stated the Smosh Brothers logo, along with the wording "Smosh". Hilarious, yes, but nothing to produce such giggling.

Actually, Stephen's entire look was fairly toned down today. He had on a pair of tight black skinny jeans along with a bright blue Bullet For My Valentine T-shirt that he'd had for ages. Over top of the shirt was one of his faithful colorful hoodies. This one was bright purple with lots of black shapes all over it. Bright still, yes, but nothing too loud. For Stephen, anyways.

Nudging his friend with his elbow, Stephen nodded towards the group of girls still full of histeria. "Troy... any idea what that's all about?" For once, Stephen was fully and completely confused about what was going on around him. But he was still thinking that the girls may have something to do with Troy. After all, what lower-year girl with eyes wouldn't be obsessed with the Troy and Stephen duo? Honestly.[/ul][/size]

[Troy Masters]

Troy grinned as Stephen agreed, knowing they’d spent multiple days poking around places to watch the little squirrel. “No, seriously.. Have you seen that … third or fourth mail episode? That squirrel kicks ass,” Troy informed, letting out a stream of smoke as he spoke. Well, it was obvious Troy’s favorite episode would be the one where Foamy burned down the house, but… seriously.

“Definitely.” Troy shifted slightly, crossing one ankle over the other, still leaning against the wall. His arms hung lazily at his sides, eyes half closed as he waited for Stephen to start talking about something else … or comment on his smoking, as usual. “Simple, kiddo. Light the cigarette, shove the end in your mouth, take a deep breath, and viola,

[/color]” Troy pointed out sarcastically, following his little instruction statement with the actions he’d spoken of. He smirked as he held in the smoke before exhaling it through his nose, just to do it.

“Or,” Troy grinned after he’d let out the smoke, clearly not done with his sarcasm just yet, “if you’re talking about the psychological reasons…[/color]” Troy shrugged, knowing Stephen had heard it all before. “Life sucks, so why not give myself a reason to die earlier.[/color]” No, Troy wasn’t suicidal. He was just one of those people that didn’t really care what happened with him. If he wound up with lung cancer, he’d probably laugh himself through chemo and radiation. He just … didn’t care.

He shifted again, lifting one foot so it rested firmly against the wall behind him, just as a group of girls wandered to their ‘location.’ </foamy impersonation> He raised an eybrow, watching them all burst into fits of giggles. “Okay…” He was about to ask Stephen what the girls were doing when his friend nudged him in the elbow and stole the question. “Hey…” he mock-whined, dropping his propped-up foot to “steady himself.” “You’re going to bruise the awesomeness.”

He shrugged in response to Stephen’s question, taking another puff of his cigarette before answering. “I think you blinded them, Mr. Traffic Cone.[/color]” He let his eyes rake over Stephen’s bright appearance, a wary look passing over his features. He was just teasing, of course. Troy shook his head, chuckling softly before stubbing the cigarette out on the wall, flicking it to the ground after he’d done so. Without another word, he stole Stephen’s hat from his head, placed it on his own—over his hood, yes—and made his way over to the group of girls, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.

“And you’re laughing at?” Troy grinned flirtatiously as he bent down slightly to speak to the girl at the front of the pack.[/size][/blockquote]
[[ -shrug- might as well let you play the group of fangirls, eh? xD ]]

[Stephen DePaul]

[/i] something at this point.

When most people use sarcasm on Stephen, it bothered the crap out of him. I guess it was just something that happened. Stephen being extremely overly sarcastic himself, he just found it aggravating when people tried to use it on him. Well, that's the general case. With Troy, the two of them pretty much just shot sarcasm back and forth for hours. And for some reason, it never bothered Stephen. Actually, it was what made he and Troy such good friends during their first year. Really, those two were the most hard-core, sarcastic 11-year-olds you would ever meet.

Keeping his arms crossed loosely across his chest, Stephen leaned his full body weight back onto the wall as Troy once again tried to explain to Stephen the different reasons to smoke. But really, Stephen knew that for Troy it wasn't a matter of finding a good reason of why to smoke. It was more a matter of why not to smoke. Of course, Stephen could probably find more than one reason not to. None of them involving the whole health-pamphlet type speech. Don't get me wrong, Stephen had tried smoking. Actually, on more than one occasion. Being friends with Troy, it was impossible for him not to have smoked at some point in his life. But each other, he either nearly killed himself by inhaling too shallowly or too deeply, or he burnt himself. Either way, Stephen was in no hurry to try smoking again any time soon. "True enough" Rolling his head to the side so that he was looking at Troy, Stephen raised his head slightly off the wall "But if you were wanting another thing to kill you faster, I would think you'd be more messed up than you already are." A full out grin launched onto Stephen's lips. Of course it was all in a joking fashion. Stephen knew that, and he knew that Troy knew that. End of story?

As Troy did his mock-whine, Stephen allowed his hands to fall from their crossed place and find their way into his Jean pockets. As he pretended to scan his friend from head to toe, Stephen cocked an eyebrow at Troy. "Bruise the awesome-ness?" Stephen shook his head "I'd say it's far too late for that. I'm fairly sure that the awesome-ness has been beaten and broken for a while now."

Stephen allowed mock-shock to paste itself on his face as Troy poked fun at his outfit for the day. Taking his hands from his Jean pcokets, and thrusting them inside of his hoodie pockets instead, Stephen removed his weight from the wall and 'glared' at Troy. "God Masters. I don't think I've ever been so insulted in my entire life" Had it really bothered Stephen? Not at all. He knew that his clothing choices were extremely different from Troy's. And Troy was always bugging Stephen about either wearing woman's clothing, or wearing bright clothes.... or both at the same time. The point is, it didn't really bother Stephen anymore. Sure, originally it had kind of stung his pride a bit. But by the time he'd reached his 3rd year, Stephen really didn't care anymore. It was about then that he realized that everyone was going to poke fun at his clothing. It was just something that he was going to have to get used to.

When Troy took Stephen's hat, and preceded to walk towards their... groupies? I guess that's close enough... Anyway, Stephen wasn't all that surprised that Troy had taken his hat. With anyone else, Stephen probably would have tackled them to the ground and hit them a few times in order to get his hat back. But with Troy, it didn't matter all that much. Unzipping his hoodie about half way down his chest, Stephen simply flipped the hoodie of his hoodie over his head. Hey, I said he didn't care that Troy had his hat. Not that he'd allow his head to see the light of day, that'd never happen. Stephen also made his way towards the group of giggling girls, following Troy. Sending them all one of his Stephen-smiles, Stephen threw on his own flirtatious voice "Well, who do we have here?" Almost immediately after both boys had finished their opening sentences, most of the girls dissolved into another fit of giggles.

But there were two girls, obviously the leaders of this little pack, who stepped forward and latched themselves onto Stephen and Troy. By latched, I mean leaned up against them. Yup, one on each guy. Interseting group hey? The girl who had leaned up against Troy, who looked to be a 3rd year, half-giggled in response to him 'Oh, nothing. Just how funny you two were'. The girl who had attached herself to Stephen grinned up at him as well 'Yeah, you boys are really hilarious you know.' Looking over his shoulder at Troy, Stephen rolled his eyes. Yes, this was something that he could have a lot of fun with. And he probably would.

But girls under the age of 15, while generally easy, tended to be more annoying than anything else.[/ul][/size]