G.I. Joe: Waward Son

It was warm enough out that Billy could go out walking and only need a jacket. He let his feet guide him and went on instinct, not really knowing where he was headed. As he walked, he thought about his mostly disasterous date with Annette. He felt rather foolish for even having asked her. Especially with the news he'd gotten that morning. That he would be attending Eckerd College next fall. It really made it hit home that in a few short months, it would be time to say goodbye to Fandom. And all his friends here. And really what was the good of entering into a relationship now?

He bent down to pick up a rock, and threw it at a tree. His shoulder twinged slightly, and felt tight, but the stitches held. Another two weeks and he'd be good as new.

And that was another thing. Since the beginning of the year he'd stopped bothering with his cover story. It would be weird having to lie to everyone again about who he was. Who his parents were. And he was going back to a world where his father could find him. After the security of living in a world separated from his own, could he go back to that?

Not surprisingly, his route wound up taking him to the campground. It looked decidedly empty, and lonely in the winter. It seemed a good place to brood. Talking to people helped sometimes, but sometimes you just needed to go off by yourself. Or at least Billy did.

Sitting down on the porch of one of the cabins, Billy let out a sigh. At least he had a teacher he could annoy before graduation.

Billy found himself trying to come up with creative ways to defy Umbrage's newest decree. There weren't too many loopholes left to obnoxiously exploit. Maybe he could somehow injure himself while in bed at the appointed time, so as to belie her claim it was for their safety.

ooc: For the fake sister.

Billy felt like going for a walk, so he was making a circuit around town, figuring eventually he'd wind up down by the beach.

ooc: Billy's set to run into a specific person, but they streets are open of course. If you ping to talk to Billy make sure you specify if it's before or after the guest star. Contents of conversation NFB

"Uh huh," Billy said. "Yeah I'm looking at the info right now. Uh huh. Can you deliver that? No I can pick it up. Just give me the address I can mapquest it."

He wrote down the info and promised he'd be by tomorrow to pick up the machine. He checked off an item on his list.

Karaoke Machine. Check.

[post is open]

Billy had been abducted and expermimented on by Aliens. He'd been beaned by a troll. He was still recovering from going on a homicidal rampage on an Alien Spacecraft.

On thursday, he woke up, and he was a girl.

"..." He looked in the mirror and blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "...Least I'm pretty." she muttered. Then she smirked. "Let's see dad find me now."

Billy was reclining in bed, reading some things for class. He'd welcome any sort of diversion. Though he should probably be carefull what he wishes for.

ooc: here primarily for a certain small, green visitor.

Billy, in getting ready for his date with Ami, also decided to do a bit of cleaning. He still had notes and such from last semester scattered about and while searching through his desk for the can of polish he rarely used on his prosthetic, he put those away.

( cut for linkdrop )

Finals were done, and he felt confident that he’d at least passed. In some cases of course he was sure he’d done more than simply pass of course. And he hadn’t even needed to get strung out on caffeine to study.

( cut for soul-searching )

He couldn't not take the opportunity. So he turned and headed determinedly towards the causeway.

ooc: interaction while he's still on the docks is fine. this is all fine for broadcast as well

( don't step in the link droppings )

Billy was currently doing a head stand in the middle of the room. come try to make him loose his concentration.

Billy sat at his desk, pondering the small box sitting on his desk. Duke had said that it was from Destro. did Billy really want anything Destro had to give him? Want anything to do with that life?

Well, who was he kidding? He was too damn curious as to what was in the box.

As it turned out, that was a safe deposit key for a bank in DC.

Back to staring and pondering.

ooc: door's closed, post is open, specially for the roomie, as it's his room too.