um, why exactly are we here again?

doug was just kinda chilling out in the basement, having a smoke. he felt weird today, like something bad was going to happen. but he kinda liked that feeling, to be very honest. he liked bad things. bad things in a good way. um. that didn't make much sense, did it? yeah, no. sorry. mr. york was sitting/leaning at the edge of an abandoned table in the basment. it was fairly big, but not all too big because of the stuff all crammed in and stuff. doug was wearing a black felt fedora, his black hair dyed slightly blonde at the front, a black, kinda tight button down, a pair of white suspenders attathced to a pair of beige khakis. and he was wearing these studded black biker boots. he let his hand drop down to his thigh, his fingers nervously flicking about. the cigarette in his mouth was growing warm to his lips. he exhaled smoke, and rolled the cig between index and middle finger, the kind of movement you would see bad boys do in cliché movies.

ooc: it's kinda short, sowwy blazers! D:

douglas heard someone come down the basement steps. as the person came to view, doug realized it was a girl. okay. he could deal with that. if she didn't annoy him. "um, sorry, but i'm afraid theres no space here." he said, but added it with a playful, slightly goofy grin, so she knew he was joking. (hopefully.) he let the smile slip, and nodded at her, dark eyes darting about the room. they were glittering, with -- okay, he shoud just say it -- a teeny bit of hostility and arrogance, but he tried to push it away.

douggie scowled. like, a real, hard frown. usually his frown scared people, because his lips curled into a faint snarl and you could hear this freaky growling coming from him, like he was on a murder spree, or something. but the scowl went just as quickly as a mask of polite cockiness took over. "sorry, but i'm quite comfortable here." he said, his black eyes glittering with slight annoyance.

douglas just kind of stared at her, his eyes intensifying. "what do you fear?" he said, his voice a low growl, his head cocked to one side. his eyes had glazed over, a creepy smile placed onto his lips. he realized she was the new demi-titan in camp, so his powers would have to wait for just a bit. he didn't know what she could do.

there was this weird hissing sound in the background as something shot at douggie. he felt multiple sharp pains in his arms. he yelled an insult at the girl. he looked at his right arm. it was buffered with red burn marks, the skin singed off. his skin was terribly weak. he growled, focusing at the girl. he focused hard enough to send her a bit of his own power -- giving her a hallucination of her worst fear that would last 2 minutes. hopefully.

douglas smirked at the girl, his trademark smirk, to be frank. most kids just called him smirky these days. nah. they just called him arsehole. douglas loved it. he smirked once more, raising his eyebrows. his arms still hurt, a stinging sizzling sensation. "had fun?" douglas asked, his eyes flickering with slight amusement.

ooc: shoort :c

douglas just shrugged again with a smirk on his face. "look, i don't get why exactly you think you own this place, but... well, you don't." he raised his eyebrows at her once more and gave her the 'what're you looking at' gesture.

douglas yawned. "hm." he muttered. "well, same here, i suppose." he said and shrugged. but really... most of the time people were hiding from him. he was just rude and unwanted, only a few cabins liked him for what he was. sometimes people asked him if his douchebag-ness was just a mask, but... no. douglas was naturally an @sshole, to be honest with you all.