[Peter had been sort of settling into Riverview, as it were. If he's gonna be stuck here — might as well make the most of it, right? And though he isn't quite swayed to reveal his identity as a super-powered teenager yet, he's more than happy to be plain ol' normal Peter Parker at Riverview High School. He'd learned his lesson back home — take your time, and stop trying to zoom through life. All that jazz. Enjoy school! Think about your future! Yadda yadda. So he's doin' that, y'know?
But he does feel a little awkward, during Prijata. It takes him more time than he'd like to admit, to make friends. Ned was his best friend for a few years, and he was also the one who initiated friendship. Peter used to be a lot more withdrawn than he is now, even with the plucky, overbearing attiude (or maybe it's because of that, that he had a hard time getting along with 'the cool kids').
Or maybe it's the fact that he's fifteen years old and holding up a plastic toy Iron Man mask like it's the best thing in the entire universe. Maybe that. But to be fair, this dented up, cracked, slightly tarnished Iron Man mask was from his childhood; he never thought he'd see this thing again, not since it got lost during one of their trips to the mall. Duuude, he was so distraught.]
It's even still got my name on the inside; oh my gosh, this is the coolest gift.
Thank you, thank you — uh... weird... magic fountain.
[IT'S EMOTIONAL FOR HIM LEAVE HIM ALONE???
... He's not gonna put it on, okay, it's for decoration now.
He's not a little kid anymore, sheesh.]
ii. speed-friending
... This was a bad idea.
[When a local nudges you into things, you tend to just roll with it, right? Especially when you admit you don't really have a lot of people to give things to for Prijata. So here he is, sitting in a cafe, awkwardly twidling his thumbs. It feels way too much like a date. Or desperation. Yes, definitely deseperation, and that old part of him feels like it's gonna be middle school all over again — like, sympathy visits at the lunch table by the nice girl from art class, or, or, the teacher inviting him to hang out in her class for recess while he waxes poetic about building a little robot from a robot-making kit Uncle Ben bought him for Christmas—
His little list was submitted, though:
NAME: Peter The High School Student (yes that's my first, middle, middle, middle, and last name, thanks for asking!) INTERESTS: movies, robots, science, LEGOs, math, chemistry, books. I lived in New York, and I like science fiction stuff. Ummmm!! I like building things, I guess. Any kind of thing. I like oldschool technology, too! Old computers and retro stuff like walkmans and old mac computers. I like recycling? Sorry, that's not very cool but it's cool for the planet, right?
... He appears to have scribbled out the beginnings of more rambling.
This was a terrible idea. Good going, Pete. Uuugh.]
iii. club exhibition
[He sits at the club table with a little pleasant smile.
Wassup, hit ya boy up for some robo-building. Robot Wars, we can totally do it.]
le peter parkour | spiderboy
Oh man, no way!
[Peter had been sort of settling into Riverview, as it were. If he's gonna be stuck here — might as well make the most of it, right? And though he isn't quite swayed to reveal his identity as a super-powered teenager yet, he's more than happy to be plain ol' normal Peter Parker at Riverview High School. He'd learned his lesson back home — take your time, and stop trying to zoom through life. All that jazz. Enjoy school! Think about your future! Yadda yadda. So he's doin' that, y'know?
But he does feel a little awkward, during Prijata. It takes him more time than he'd like to admit, to make friends. Ned was his best friend for a few years, and he was also the one who initiated friendship. Peter used to be a lot more withdrawn than he is now, even with the plucky, overbearing attiude (or maybe it's because of that, that he had a hard time getting along with 'the cool kids').
Or maybe it's the fact that he's fifteen years old and holding up a plastic toy Iron Man mask like it's the best thing in the entire universe. Maybe that. But to be fair, this dented up, cracked, slightly tarnished Iron Man mask was from his childhood; he never thought he'd see this thing again, not since it got lost during one of their trips to the mall. Duuude, he was so distraught.]
It's even still got my name on the inside; oh my gosh, this is the coolest gift.
Thank you, thank you — uh... weird... magic fountain.
[IT'S EMOTIONAL FOR HIM LEAVE HIM ALONE???
... He's not gonna put it on, okay, it's for decoration now.
He's not a little kid anymore, sheesh.]
ii. speed-friending
... This was a bad idea.
[When a local nudges you into things, you tend to just roll with it, right? Especially when you admit you don't really have a lot of people to give things to for Prijata. So here he is, sitting in a cafe, awkwardly twidling his thumbs. It feels way too much like a date. Or desperation. Yes, definitely deseperation, and that old part of him feels like it's gonna be middle school all over again — like, sympathy visits at the lunch table by the nice girl from art class, or, or, the teacher inviting him to hang out in her class for recess while he waxes poetic about building a little robot from a robot-making kit Uncle Ben bought him for Christmas—
His little list was submitted, though:
NAME: Peter The High School Student (yes that's my first, middle, middle, middle, and last name, thanks for asking!)
INTERESTS: movies, robots, science, LEGOs, math, chemistry, books.
I lived in New York, and I like science fiction stuff.
Ummmm!! I like building things, I guess. Any kind of thing.
I like oldschool technology, too! Old computers and retro stuff like walkmans and old mac computers.
I like recycling?
Sorry, that's not very cool
but it's cool for the planet, right?
... He appears to have scribbled out the beginnings of more rambling.
This was a terrible idea. Good going, Pete. Uuugh.]
iii. club exhibition
[He sits at the club table with a little pleasant smile.
Wassup, hit ya boy up for some robo-building. Robot Wars, we can totally do it.]