Cause we're TNT(Warren)

[Aladdin Baba]

Aladdin was used to falling alseep just about anywhere so he never had a problem taking a nap in the most unsusual place. For example right now he was sitting on the floor leaned against the wall of the Commons room completely knocked out. He occasionally bobbed his head but he continued to enjoy the sweet dream of him and his mother. His enviroment must have got rowdy or somethnig because all of a sudden the splendid dream of him and his mother turned into a full flegdged nightmare. There were hacksaws and he was running and screaming words in Arabic which he never spoke anymore.

He was frightened he woke up screaming the name of Alah. Aladdin still a little drowsy looked up to find eyes locked on him. His cheecks grew red and he gave the crowd a sheepish smile. Now that was embarrasing. Standing up he tried to look as normal as possible but he was pretty sure he just woke up screaming to Allah and that was definately something that would make others laugh or feel uncomfortable. He was certian someone was bound to make a stupid comment.

Not wanting to go back to the soliltude of his dorm he decided to hang out in the commons room a little longer.

[Warren Nuka]

Warren was poring over his chemistry textbook while sitting at one of the few desks that were scattered about the common room. Skull Candies were clamped tightly over his ears, The Devil Wears Prada blasting into his ears to block out the buzz of incompetent underclassmen. As his copper-colored eyes darted over the pages, memorizing complex formulas with surprising ease, he smirked to himself. Chemistry was by far his favorite subject. After all, when else would he have the opportunity to blow things up or set them on fire without being criticized for it?

Never, that's when.

He should've been born Arabian and become a suicide bomber--minus the suicide, of course. It would've been the perfect occupation for him.

Miraculously, over the screech of his music, Warren heard a shout and his head whirled around in time to see another student jump from where it looked like he'd been sleeping against a wall. Warren's hearing was pretty much obscured by the music, but he was almost positive he'd heard the student, who he recognized as another senior but whom he did not personally know by name, scream "Allah." A smirk came to his lips once again.

Draping his headphones around his neck, he glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to him and strolled over the other student.

"Hey, you. Street rat." It was a suitable nickname for the boy's homely appearance. "You some kind of terrorist?"

He could definitely make use of the guy if he was. It might be worth playing nice over. Extending a hand to help him up, he continued, "'Name's Warren."

[Aladdin Baba]

Street rat? Terrorist? Aladdin's heart sunk as the boys words reminded him of the exact tormenting that had caused him to run away the first. His instinct was to get up and run as he had dine before but Al was street smart and he knew how to handle himself in situations like these. Al had learned that most of his tormentors spoke out in fear and by not being aggressive he opened the door to constant ridicule. So, Al grabbed on firmly to the hand that the boy had extended and roughly tugged him forward before rising " Yeah, you have a problem with that?" His voice was deeper than usual and he was staring directly into Warrens eyes. Al hoped that this would scare Warren away. 

Aladdin acknowledged the boys name and nodded. Standing upright Al introduced himself in his Arabic name. " Aladdin Cassim Baba Khan. You have some nerve kid." Warren didn't seem any younger than Al but Al thought it was a nice scare tactic. He smiled and began to walk away. If that had worked as planned he wouldn't be hearing from Warren ever again. But on the slight chance that Warren was a thrill seeker well Al would have to keep up is charade. Al had criminal background mostly shoplifting but he knew he'd have to exaggerate his criminal capabilities. Al wasn't really lying he was the sin of a terrorist so it was close enough right? 

[Warren Nuka]

Warren's eyebrow cocked up and disappeared beneath his hairline in surprise as the other male dragged him forward before accepting his offertory hand. He had some gall, that was for sure. But considering his earlier submissive demeanor, Warren knew that that predatory intuition he'd picked up while in juvie, that this was all a facade. Like cornered prey hissing or bowing up to appear intimidating to its attacker and scare it away, this boy was trying to scare him away. But Warren was the predator. Never the prey.

Tossing the dark, flyaway hair away from his eyes, he smiled one of his dazzling, trying-to-impress smiles and played off the brief exchange as if he'd never noticed.

"A problem? Of course not. In fact, I find it quite interesting," he said, his voice dripping with poisonous honey. He stepped back to give the other student his space. No need to be more forceful than he had to be; this boy could prove to be an interesting pawn.

Warren sized up the boy who was trying much too hard to appear fearless, when Warren could practically smell the hesitation seeping from the Arabian's pores. The boy was brave, most certainly, but his bravado was transparent. Nevertheless, it was time to back of the "tough guy" act long enough to get a little more information on this guy.

"Gesundheit," Warren joked after the boy finished listing off more names than any sane person would ever need. But a vein in his temple twitched when the boy referred to him as a kid.

"Now, now, I can't be that much younger than you, if I'm younger than you at all. So no need for unnecessary veiled threats. And yes, I have lots of nerve. I have a whole body system devoted to nerves."

Warren chuckled at his poor attempt at a joke, but he was almost positive it would go way over the other boy's head, as high-strung as he was.

"So," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, "Al." More careful consideration. Oh, screw it. "Ever built a bomb before?"

[Aladdin Baba]

The scare tactic seemed to only invite the boy to come closer because now he was starting up a conversation. Though he seems a bit strange Al had to admit that he was a witty fellow. Al chuckled a bit before returning to his serious demeanor, even though he knew this wouldn't work on the boy Al was much to invested to quit on the charade so fast.

Aladdin raised his eyebrows as Warren asked him if he'd ever made a bomb. Truth was NO. He and his father had tried to fashion up a paint bomb when he was 5 just for the fun of paint splattering everywhere but mom had been dead set against it. Not because she'd be the one cleaning the paint of the walls and floor for weeks but because she didn't want her son anywhere near a bomb even one as harmless as a paint bomb. 

Despite being born into bombs Al knew nothing on the subject. He hadnt been around his father long enough to inherit the family knowledge.  " No but I've seen my dad put one together." That was a huge lie. But it couldn't be to hard right? Al was doing well in chemistry and even if he couldn't blow things up he was an excellent thief. 

Al wasn't sure what he could get out of lying to Warren but he intended to stick around long enough to find out. Al already had scheme in mind to get some of warrens clothes but he just had to see if it worked. " Do you got a target in mind?" Al said with a mischievous grin. 

[Warren Nuka]

Warren smiled charmingly and the way he casually leaned against the wall seemed harmless enough, but he was actually in just the right position to block the other boy from making a quick getaway if this fight-or-flight scenario turned sour. He gave the other male a few moments to ponder over his question. Anyone listening in on the conversation would assume that the pair were joking around, or that Warren was taunting him over his ethnicity, but Warren was dead serious. His obsession with fire and explosives were strong enough to make him ask if someone knew how to make a bomb.

"Do you got a target in mind?"

There it was. The question he had been waiting for. And the other boy's wicked smirk was encouraging. In fact, Warren did have a target in mind, a very specific target. Hal Fuoco. A snotty little junior with an ego to rival Warren's. He'd learned recently that the junior had laid claim to one of the girl's at school, and Warren didn't very much like that. A stunning woman like Vitani deserved someone better--and older--than that twerp. But Hal was resourceful. He had minions working all over the school, most of them not known to the public. The more help Warren had on his side, the better things would be when he finally challenged Hal. And having this little terrorist on his side would be most beneficial.

"I might. But why should I tell you? You might run off and snitch to my target." He was baiting, and he knew it. He didn't want to risk losing the male's support, but he also couldn't jeopardize his situation by expressing his plans to a Hal-snitch. So he would bide his time, and wait. If the male proved his worth, then he might be worth confiding in.