Cloudy with a Chance of Teenagers [Open]

[explodosafe]

WHO: Cutter & you!
WHERE: somewhere round town
WHEN: July
WHAT: Learning to run means learning to fall. Applied to running over rooftops this can get a little awkward. Also various bingo prompts and Cutter being a worried teenager.
WARNINGS: Some cussing, possible mention of memories that include body horror, EMOTIONAL TEENS


1. Running, Falling, Fetch the Kid!


2. Don't Judge, this is my best Skirt and Tie


3. Public Fountain Fishing (you won't believe what's all in there)


4. Youth is not Youth Without Angsting on Playground Swings


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1. Running, Falling, Fetch the Kid!

[explodosafe]

[One cannot run away from his problems. No matter how fast one runs, no matter how far, in the end they are going to catch up with you again.

Cutter knows that.

But the dreams that aren't really dreams keep coming. He can feel them tug away on the foundation of his self-awareness, grinding expectations and memories of failures against him until he's done, raw and weary.

When he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander he can feel the touch again, melting and molding his flesh until he is nothing more but a discarded lump of a former meat clay doll, feeling, seeing and hearing yet unable to do anything. He remembers how utterly useless his demise was.

He also remembers some of his friends, standing proud and strong and fearless and capable, and standing in a group listening to a pep-talk that cooks down to "be exceptional and more or you will be sorted out."

Cutter doesn't want any of those memories.

He doesn't want to deal with people who are happily giving themselves into those delusions or whatever nonsense some shady company and its employees decide to toss at them for their whatever either. Hell, he doesn't even want to deal with the weekly call from his family right now!

So he forces himself to concentrate on the present, chasing cheap thrills and a slapdash promise of being taught parkour if he can just run fast enough. (He doesn't even fully buy it himself, but any pretext to keep moving until his lungs hurt is welcome at this point.)

At first he only runs through the streets. Then he starts hopping onto small walls and stairs, chasing over fences until it's low roofs that his feet are carrying him over, always close to the people around him yet out of his direct sights.


Two hours in and Cutter’s mind finally starts to go blank, too exhausted to still worry about the ifs and whens.

Two hours and one minute when Cutter misses his footing, makes a stumbling leap and realizes that there is no way to prevent falling.]

Watch out!!

[wantshappiness]

[Yuuri was out buying groceries and it's not like she's observant to begin with but right now, having regained another awful mememory she's even more distracted than usual.

She almost didn't even notice the warning until it's pretty much too late to move away.

At least there was enough time to look up and enough time for her eyes to go really, really wide...but otherwise she's just frozen there.

This is probably not going to end well.]

[explodosafe]

[Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no he can see the girl he is falling onto but Cutter can do nothing to stop it from happening anymore!

In a last ditch effort he throws his arms out and tries to make sure he protects her head, but if it works or not is only for fate to tell.

The rest is short and painful, although by far not as much as it could have been.]

A-are you alright?!

[wantshappiness]

[The shout bursts from her lungs pretty much after they'd started falling. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the impact...which came, but not as bad as she expected.

For one thing, her head hadn't snapped back against the ground.]

Y-yes. [She reaches up to touch him around the head.] What about you!? Are you all right?

[explodosafe]

[Cutter goes a little cross-eyed as he tries to watch what her hands are doing and his fingers smart something ugly with the added on burning that tells him that something got skinned for sure, but besides that? He pauses and takes silent stock, testing his fingers and toes just to find that everything moves without too much pain.

He exhales a breath he hadn't been aware he had been holding when he finally turns his attention back to her.]

Yeah, a bit smarting but everything's still working and in one piece.

[His hands are still behind her head as he flashes her a grin, the expression small, warm and grateful.]

Thanks to you, I might add. Thanks for saving me.

[wantshappiness]

I didn't even do anything...

[She's still sort of worried but also blushing because WHY ARE YOU THANKING HER SHE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING.]

Why did you even fall from the sky...?

[This seems suspiciously like the plot of a certain movie...except he's not in a blue dress and wasn't floating down with a flowing blue stone around his neck.]

[explodosafe]

[Please, he'd never wear blue, it looks atrocious on him.]

Eh, I was training and misstepped.

[He pulls back enough to rub the back of his head sheepishly before he remembers their position and moves off of her with a small cough.]

[feistytrader]

[You know, Silver is fast enough to move out of the way of this in theory. He could side step him problem free and let him eat pavement. Unfortunately, reason doesn't weigh out over his instincts, and his instincts are telling him to catch the damn guy.

So here he is, holding his arms out to catch him against his better judgement; he manages that successfully enough, although the momentum is more than enough to knock him soundly on his ass. Totodile trots over to check to see if they're okay, but other than that, there's a moment of silence as Silver regains his bearings.]

Are you...?

[Are you okay seems like a sort of stupid question to ask the stranger that came out of the damn sky.]

[explodosafe]

[Was this guy kidding him?! Cutter's eyes widen when he realizes what Silver is planning and he jerks his arms up to protect his head as good as he can by instinct, hoping that he will prevent accidentally headbutting both of their brains out that way.

It still hurts, though.

Cutter groans as he rolls to the side and off of his own arm.]

Damn...! That- [Wait. What's that?] ..................... .... Why's there a crocodile?

[DID HE SMASH HIS BRAINS IN AFTER ALL?!]

[feistytrader]

He's a friend.

[Silver's pretty quiet as he brushes himself off; it's not for a lack of hurting, but he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it, either.]

What the hell was that about? Are you crazy?

[explodosafe]

Huh. [His answer isn't very intelligible when he finally starts to push himself up and turns his attention back to Silver.] Guess that means I didn't hit my head after all. Are you still whole?

[Bowing down he offers Silver a hand to help him up, making a subtle point of not getting it too much into Totodile's reach in the process.]

Nah. I'm training and got distracted for a second. Good thing I wasn't high up, huh?

[feistytrader]

[He considers it for a moment, then takes his hand and hauls himself up; Totodile doesn't do anything other than maintain his smile as usual, although he is looking up at Cutter curiously.]

Training for what, being a stunt man?

[stopbleeding]

[It's coincidence that brings Zoro to the right place at exactly the right time. He greets the surprise with instinct, hands snapping out to save Cutter from his imminent impact. He catches him though the weight makes him stumble back.]

You should be more careful.

[Only once he sets him down does he recognize him.]

Huh. [Pretty much all the greeting he gives. His brow furrows.] What are you doing?

[explodosafe]

Ah! Whoa...Thanks.

[He doesn't look who has caught him at first, needing some time just to register that he has been caught and no concrete is going to jump his head or other vital body parts anytime soon.]

Hey, it's you! I was looking for you before I got bored and decided to just go running a bit! ....didn't think I'd end up dropping by that literally though, that was a nice catch!

[He gives him a thumbs up and grins, casually ignoring the real reason why he has been working on tiring his body out more than usual lately.]

[stopbleeding]

You look like a mess.

[Just. So blunt. But still true. However impressed he was that the kid was actually training (he hadn't believed it) is overcome by annoyance.

He flicks Cutter on the head.]

Didn't I tell you to rest? You ignoring me already?

[explodosafe]

Am I a cute mess at least?

[Just where the hell do words like that come from and why are they always out before Cutter's brain can catch up and pull a horrified emergency brake?! He snaps his mouth shut just to bare his teeth in a smirk right after, falling back into nervous old habits in order to hide his awkwardness.]

Ow! I didn't! And I'm fine, really! This is nothing for me!

[The flick kills the smart act, leaving just a very ruffled teen trying to look 'fine' in its wake.]

[stopbleeding]

[Yeah, another flick for that "cute" nonsense.]

You weren't even able to catch yourself from a fall. Your reaction time has dulled. You're either distracted, tired or both. Push yourself, don't break yourself.

[Zoro sighs and crosses his arms, already regretting agreeing to this deal. Lecturing is more of a pain than he thought.]

Can you run as fast as I need you to?

2. Don't Judge, this is my best Skirt and Tie

[explodosafe]

I still can’t believe I agreed to this.

[He sighs, shoulders hunched and elbows against the table as he tries to think not too hard on why he is wearing a dress in the middle of a restaurant. The skirt ends above his knees, leaving him cold and feeling like he needs to tug at it to keep it from slipping all the damn time and all the red is making him dizzy.

At least the Red Riding Hood costume comes with a generous hood which he has pulled over his head as good as he can while he waits for his 'date' to return with their proper clothes – hopefully washed and dry!

When he feels a presence loom close to him he snaps]

Was about damn time! What took you so long?!

3. Public Fountain Fishing (you won't believe what's all in there)

[explodosafe]

[As if getting wet once wasn't enough! Cutter curses as he kicks his shoes off and swings his body over the side of the fountain, landing with a splash. Wading through the water he starts picking out pieces of paper and sticks while cursing all the time under his breath.]


Oh, come on...! I don't even have a spare- AH HA!! GOT MY KEYS- WHAT THE FUCK, A GUN?!!?!


[Please don't get hit by a kneejerk tossed (toy) revolver.]

[dryeye]

[Honestly, can he not even--walk to places without being assaulted by weirdness anymore? It's one thing after another this month? All he wanted to do was pick up a small bag of cat food on his way home, this should be the most painless errand possible.....but here we are anyway.

There's somebody splashing around in the fountain. A lot of shouting starts up literally as Aizawa is walking past, and then--practically a scream, before something is thrown out?? It misses Aizawa, but just barely; the kneejerk sidestep is more luck than anything, and the plastic thing clatters to the ground next to him instead.

Utterly at a loss, Aizawa bends down to pick it up, holding it away from himself as it promptly begins dripping water everywhere.]

This is a toy. [It feels like. This needs clarifying, anyway, if it makes the screaming stop? ...Wait a minute though, he knows this voice. He knows that face--Aizawa steps closer to the fountain incredulously.] ...Sharpe, what are you doing in there?

[explodosafe]

What the- really? [His shoulders sag with relief, even though he almost just told one of his teachers to take care of their own problems instead of butting into his. (That wouldn't have went well.)]

My keys took a bath without asking me first. I need them back or I won't get into my room at the dorms. ....do you have some sort of sixth sense for when I'm making a fool out of myself or is it just my fantastic luck again?

[dryeye]

[Good choice, Cutter, because that would have been a pretty bad idea indeed and this conversation would probably be taking a much more offended turn about now.

As it is, though, Aizawa simply maintains an exasperated state with the surprise out of the way. Closing the distance until he's standing at the edge of the fountain, he...kind of props the toy gun on one side of it, he guesses, before straightening to frown at Cutter in a properly judgmental fashion.]

That would be a terrible sixth sense to have. Maybe we're both just particularly lucky. ["""Lucky"""] Just because your keys take a bath doesn't mean you have to take a bath too, you realize. ...Please tell me you've at least found them.

[explodosafe]

[Cutter watches the fake gun land with a clatter that confirms that it cannot be real but refuses to flinch or grimace over it. The shit has already happened, there is no point to show any more weakness over it.]

Yeah, maybe. Lucky. [The expression in his eyes and the tone of his voice could have dried up deserts. Cutter meets Aizawa's eyes for a moment longer in a silent response - would he be really wading through some cold fountain and keep standing inside when he had found what he is looking for? - before he shrugs his shoulders and turns back to his search with a sigh.]

Not yet, which is why I'm playing fishing games on the ground of this thing. I figure you don't wanna join? It could give you a bingo point or whatever as well.

[dryeye]

[Ah, that look in his eyes....talk about a dryness after his own heart. It's actually relatable enough that Aizawa finds his own exasperation easing up just a bit despite himself. Alright, admittedly that was probably a moot question...

He leans a little against the fountain edge--gingerly, to get as little water on himself as possible--and peers into the water himself, shaking his head slowly.]

No, I'll pass on wading in with you, wouldn't want to take away the fun. [They both know the amount of fun Cutter's having right now is probably in the negatives, though.] I haven't got a bingo to get any points on, small blessings. Is there really a fountain-themed square?

[Hm...]

Wading and flailing all over the place likely doesn't make your problem any easier. Look at it rationally. Were your keys thrown in, or did you drop them near the edge?

4. Youth is not Youth Without Angsting on Playground Swings

[explodosafe]

[He is still wearing that damn costume, but at least he has proper pants on beneath it by now.

But he is soaked.

Cutter has run into people, has fallen onto people from above, got his clothes ruined twice, ended up forced to deal with crossdressing costumes and fake guns and all those damn memories are still not going away! When the urge to start crying with frustration finally became too much he retreated to a playground half-secluded within a small park, silently thanking the world that it's late enough that nobody else seems to be around.

Plunking himself down on one of the swings he kicks at the ground before he runs a hand through his hair and just screams for a bit.]