Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 31, 2006 5:56:57 GMT
((ooc: This is in reaction to Pyro's postcard, if that isn't obvious, so I put it here rather than elsewhere on the "grid". Admins, feel free to move if that's not cool. Others, feel free to join in the thread if you want but it can be a one-shot just as easily.))
Bobby's LiveJournal friends page doesn't actually have a lot of friends on it... about a dozen kids from his old high school, most of whom have moved to MySpace and don't post very much on LJ anymore. Even the ones who do, he doesn't really read so much as skim. His life has changed so much they read like dispatches from another planet.
And he's stopped posting at all, himself... there doesn't seem much point to it, since half of what he'd be posting would be lies anyway. Even the non-mutant stuff, like his current "academic leave of absence," is just too complicated to explain. All he needs is for Robbie to read it and mention it to Mom. He can just imagine it: "Well, Bobby, have you tried going to class?" Thanks for the insight, Mom. Geez.
But he still reads it, because he's set up like two dozen RSS feeds that he's in the habit of reading there. New York Times articles, movie reviews, Doonesbury, the Onion, all kinds of stuff. Including PostSecret, which is sometimes pretty lame and sometimes cool.
When they published his postcard, a few weeks back, he couldn't believe it. He'd almost forgotten sending it in, after yet another exhausting conversation with Dad about how the insurance companies didn't consider mutant firebombing covered by their policy and how Bobby was ruining his life by staying at "that place." And it's not that he'd really meant it, not like that, he'd never have torched his house, but there really were times he wished he'd been the one to do it, wished the fights with Dad could be about him and not about John or whatever else they always turned into. Anyway, seeing the card like that... he'd bawled like a baby for minutes.
Luckily, nobody'd seen him, and he promised himself then he'd never bawl like that again over a stupid postcard.
Today, he breaks that promise.
Bobby's LiveJournal friends page doesn't actually have a lot of friends on it... about a dozen kids from his old high school, most of whom have moved to MySpace and don't post very much on LJ anymore. Even the ones who do, he doesn't really read so much as skim. His life has changed so much they read like dispatches from another planet.
And he's stopped posting at all, himself... there doesn't seem much point to it, since half of what he'd be posting would be lies anyway. Even the non-mutant stuff, like his current "academic leave of absence," is just too complicated to explain. All he needs is for Robbie to read it and mention it to Mom. He can just imagine it: "Well, Bobby, have you tried going to class?" Thanks for the insight, Mom. Geez.
But he still reads it, because he's set up like two dozen RSS feeds that he's in the habit of reading there. New York Times articles, movie reviews, Doonesbury, the Onion, all kinds of stuff. Including PostSecret, which is sometimes pretty lame and sometimes cool.
When they published his postcard, a few weeks back, he couldn't believe it. He'd almost forgotten sending it in, after yet another exhausting conversation with Dad about how the insurance companies didn't consider mutant firebombing covered by their policy and how Bobby was ruining his life by staying at "that place." And it's not that he'd really meant it, not like that, he'd never have torched his house, but there really were times he wished he'd been the one to do it, wished the fights with Dad could be about him and not about John or whatever else they always turned into. Anyway, seeing the card like that... he'd bawled like a baby for minutes.
Luckily, nobody'd seen him, and he promised himself then he'd never bawl like that again over a stupid postcard.
Today, he breaks that promise.
