Open RP: I Must Be Emo

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((Brought to you by the letters R, A, C and K. Which spell 'crack', but also, you know. Rack. So if you really want a bad emo poem written for you, poke the emo!))

( The build-up: In which the Easter Bunny is a bitch, and decides to make the emo kid, well... -fashion- Emo through use of magic chocolate. )

A few hours later, a monstrosity appeared from the depths of the Morgan-Petrelli tent. This crime against fashion had dyed bright pink streaks in his hair, and shuffled it off to the other side so that it was covering an eye. He'd raided Rachel's make-up supply and used her eyeliner - waterproof, thankfully; he didn't want to smudge it when he felt like crying for the next time. Pants that were far too tight, a stripy hoodie, flat sneakers.

Oh, yeah. Peter was Emo, and loving it. The world was not prepared for his extreme edge and shocking originality!

Armed with a notepad and a pen (for the poetry), safety pins (for the impromptu piercings) and spare eyeliner, Peter marched out into the tent village, determined. He had duties to the world!