The Stargirl's Dorm

"Well hot DAMN!" Kris exclaimed as he walked into the dorm room, clapping his hands together. "This is one huge-ass area. Probably bigger than the fucking apartment I grew up in in New York."

He walked further in, glancing around as he brought his arms on up to streeetch out a little. "I mean WOW you are lucky. I'm in some temporary dorm by myself while they try to find some reasonable adult to take care of me, apparently. Something about me killing the last one probably." He continued to speak, however muttering the last part of his words as he glanced towards her area. He was nosy. Super nosy. He sauntered on over like he owned the place and was looking at everything he could. His eyes lingered on the picture for a few moments before he turned around, nodding a few times.

"It's a dope-ass place. Would probably be more dope-ass if it was just yours, but dope-ass all the same, ya know? But at least they're cool. Hearing about cool people makes me kinda miss my crew, I guess. They were alright." he speaks as he casually goes to plop right onto her bed, arms resting behind his head.

(Awesome floor plan! Also I have a rough sketch of this girly boy now! LOOKIE!)

He scratched at his ear some, huffing out, "Well if ya ain't got a TV, how are you gonna play games, girl?" he asked, throwing his arms up for a moment. He ultimately went to shrug. "Eh all the same. I'd say you should steal yourself one but this island is really too small to pull off jobs like that, I guess."

He stretched lightly before crossing his legs. He was wearing a skirt, after all. Would be classy not to flash anyone. He continued to glance around, his eyes falling on the star trek stuff. He thought about making a nerd comment towards Nyota. But people had their own hobbies and what they liked. Besides, she was cool enough to not mercilessly tease.

"Crew? Yeah. We were kinda tight. After I ditched school I joined up with them. Simple stuff. Get kids to give you money for protection an' junk. Shoplift shit from stores. Simple. I think one of 'em is in juvie still. Not a fun place. Half of us got landed in there when we tried to rob a place.." the boy muttered out as he went to pick at his teeth for a few seconds.

He eventually just shrugged again. "They were pretty stupid, though. Too greedy fer their own good, too. They were the kind I was rollin' with just 'cause I was bored. Not really cool, like you seem to be, ya know?"

Right. Laptops. Kris had been given one. And a god damn actual smart phone. Just for being a student here. So it wasn't all bad being here, he guessed. Especially since he was also getting free money. He just sighed out, thinking back to New York. Being stuck in a crummy small apartment with his dad. Now he was just stuck in a decent dorm room by himself.

He stretched out lightly before moving to sit up, crossing his legs. "Damn? A full year, girl? The fuck did you do? Blow up a room or something?" he asked as he went to glance around the room again. Still, as he got some praise he began to blush a little bit. "Well I don't work good alone myself. It's good to have people. People for alibis. People for help. Ya know. Can't just do EVERYTHING yourself."

He started chuckling out before he was asked that question. Kris sighed, plopping back onto the bed. "Kinda. Half the gang was in jail-jail. A couple of 'em decided to try robbing without the rest of us. There was a murder. They got thrown into the big boy jail. Others skipped out of the city. Me? Well I kinda.. Accidentally killed my dad."

He formed a fist with his right hand, "It's how I discovered Quasar for the.. First real time, kinda. I mean I've seen her. Wasn't sure she was real. But then she just went.." he paused a few moments before thrusting that fist up into the air, "BAM! She literally punched a hole bigger than a basket ball through his chest. Was pretty gross. A scout found me and I was faced with either jail or coming to school. You can guess which I ultimately chose, ya know. Considerin' I'm here."

He sighed again, bringing the arms back behind his head. "S'nothin' though. Dad was scum." he concluded that long story. "Enough about me. You know you.. You don't exactly gotta be solo now, ya follow?"

He shrugged, "What ya try showing off and you ended up burning a whole room of people or somethin'? Ain't so bad. At least none of them are dead." Kris went quiet for a few moments shrugging again. "Eh. Yeah." is all he had to ultimately say to her reply of his tale of woe.

He swung his legs around and promptly stood up from the bed. Of course getting up that fast made him a bit dizzy. He wobbled a bit as he walked over towards her. "Well get used to it because I had a primo idea. The kind of idea that sounds like it'll be awesome but might eventually become a train wreck."

Well.. That didn't sound TOO good. But he was facing towards the glass door, standing up straight, arms behind his back as he sighed. He suddenly turned to face Nyota! One hand pointing two fingers at his temple, "Me." his other hand shot up, pointing towards her, "You."

"We make. A gang."

Was a bold idea. And potentially scary considering the stories Kris had told. Still, he went to stretch again before adopting his relaxed posture once more, "I mean.. Obviously we can't do what my old crew did. You guys probably have some bullshit magic police with magic anti-crime fairy dust that will give us away instantly or some shit on this island. But we could start out small and have fun moving up. We just need to find a few others who are cool."

Kris patiently waited for her response. She was cool. The first cool person she's ever met here! So he would have loved to have her in a crew. Of course, when she agreed, he briefly lost his composure, smiling like a dork, "Fucking awesome!" he cheered out before pausing.

He cleared his throat. "Well. Now that we've both agreed. What we gotta do now is think of a totally fucking cool name. And a color. A color of something we and our peeps can wear so we know who's cool and who's not, ya know? Maybe think of some kind of initiation to make sure the cool people can handle the stuff, ya know?"

Kris sighed for a few moments before turning around to look outside, "And I was worried everyone in this place would be sucky and preppy and shiiit. Glad I could find a pal like you, Nyota."

He continued to think, "And we'll need to scout out a hide-out. Dorms can have some.. Prying eyes sometimes. So we'll need a hidden place we can bug out to."