Chapter 5: Dartboards and Picture Frames
I would just like to say ahead of time that I am sure that all of the technical info about military school in this chapter and the rest is completely false. I just needed it to make the story work. **************************************************************************** **********************
Tristan sat in his new dorm room at Military school. It was his second day there and he had just finished unpacking his stuff. He was not allowed many personal items, but at least he had his own room for a while. He had brought a few important things with him, his dartboard with pictures of people he hated, and a picture of Rory. He was throwing darts again.
There was a knock at the door, causing him to miss the board completely.
Jess: Yo, you Tristan?
Tristan: What's it to you?
Jess: I'm your knew roommate, Jess.
Tristan: Geez, when they said I was not going to have the room to myself for long they weren't joking. I didn't realize it would only be one day. So what's your sob story?
Jess: Excuse me?
Tristan: What "horrific" thing did you do to be sent to this hellhole?
Jess: Pissed the town off where my uncle lived. Then when he got sick they banded together and raised enough money to send me here. How 'bout you?
Tristan: I robbed my friend's dads safe. I'm from Hartford. You?
Jess: Originally from New York, but I was living with my uncle in Stars Hallow, right near Hartford before I was banished.
Tristan: Then you must have known Rory Gilmore and Dean Forrester. Tristan points to the picture of Rory and then to the big picture of Dean
on the dartboard with a few other people. Two of whom we assume are
Tristan's parents.
Jess: Who doesn't know them? So, you want her too, huh?
Tristan: The only thing stopping me was him, and now add a five-state train ride to that.
The two guys continue talking, especially about how they hate Dean and
would love to get him out of the picture.
Jess: What if we had him framed for some crime? With your financial security and my street knowledge we could easily have him set up for something.
Tristan: It would have to be something horrible, or she would stay with him anyway.
Jess: Robbery?
Tristan: No.
Jess: Murder?
Tristan: She would never believe that. Plus it's too risky and messy.
Jess: (Sarcastically) As long as you're not using the 'we can't kill people' line. I hate it when people use that as an excuse. How about child molesting?
Tristan: He's too good with kids.
Jess: Exactly. Adultery?
Tristan: Adultery? Hmmm. She would break up with him, be really really hurt, no one would be injured, and it would take relatively few people to pull off.
Jess: And his reputation would be permanently scarred.
Tristan: True.
Short silence while both boys contemplate the idea.
Jess: Who gets her?
I would just like to say ahead of time that I am sure that all of the technical info about military school in this chapter and the rest is completely false. I just needed it to make the story work. **************************************************************************** **********************
Tristan sat in his new dorm room at Military school. It was his second day there and he had just finished unpacking his stuff. He was not allowed many personal items, but at least he had his own room for a while. He had brought a few important things with him, his dartboard with pictures of people he hated, and a picture of Rory. He was throwing darts again.
There was a knock at the door, causing him to miss the board completely.
Jess: Yo, you Tristan?
Tristan: What's it to you?
Jess: I'm your knew roommate, Jess.
Tristan: Geez, when they said I was not going to have the room to myself for long they weren't joking. I didn't realize it would only be one day. So what's your sob story?
Jess: Excuse me?
Tristan: What "horrific" thing did you do to be sent to this hellhole?
Jess: Pissed the town off where my uncle lived. Then when he got sick they banded together and raised enough money to send me here. How 'bout you?
Tristan: I robbed my friend's dads safe. I'm from Hartford. You?
Jess: Originally from New York, but I was living with my uncle in Stars Hallow, right near Hartford before I was banished.
Tristan: Then you must have known Rory Gilmore and Dean Forrester. Tristan points to the picture of Rory and then to the big picture of Dean
on the dartboard with a few other people. Two of whom we assume are
Tristan's parents.
Jess: Who doesn't know them? So, you want her too, huh?
Tristan: The only thing stopping me was him, and now add a five-state train ride to that.
The two guys continue talking, especially about how they hate Dean and
would love to get him out of the picture.
Jess: What if we had him framed for some crime? With your financial security and my street knowledge we could easily have him set up for something.
Tristan: It would have to be something horrible, or she would stay with him anyway.
Jess: Robbery?
Tristan: No.
Jess: Murder?
Tristan: She would never believe that. Plus it's too risky and messy.
Jess: (Sarcastically) As long as you're not using the 'we can't kill people' line. I hate it when people use that as an excuse. How about child molesting?
Tristan: He's too good with kids.
Jess: Exactly. Adultery?
Tristan: Adultery? Hmmm. She would break up with him, be really really hurt, no one would be injured, and it would take relatively few people to pull off.
Jess: And his reputation would be permanently scarred.
Tristan: True.
Short silence while both boys contemplate the idea.
Jess: Who gets her?