YOU'RE A DRAMA QUEEN IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

[frostythehitman]

WHO: James and YOU!
WHERE: Literally anywhere. School, the library, the laundromat, literally. anywhere.
WHEN: throughout the month
WHAT: FIGHT ME, MEET ME IN THE PIT. Or celebrate James's birthday, that too. AKA, November catch-all!
WARNINGS: uh. wanton violence?


fite me.
[ It doesn't matter where you are, or what you're doing, or what James himself is doing. Though he's returned to his more standard attire of band sweaters and pants with copious chains on them, he still has a nasty look in his eye for anyone who dares even look in his direction. He's fine, he'll claim to anyone who asks, but he's really just a powder keg waiting to blow.

So, interact with him at your own risk. Or don't, really--even the quickest of glances or pointing to something in his general vicinity will set him off or whispering something to a friend nearby is all it will take to set him off. ]

hap birf.
[ Come November 13th, James is officially turning 17. Of course, it's the furthest thing from his mind right now and he doesn't bother mentioning it at all, intending to be a grumpy gus on his lonesome all day. But your character, should they find out about his birthday from another source like his sister, perhaps, may want to ambush him and force him into a celebration of sorts...

It's up to you, though, because left to his own devices, he'll scowl his way through the school day and angrily walk his way home from school. ]

(alt) wildcard.
[ I'm setting up a bunch of private top-level stuff for other threads, but if I forgot to write up a prompt for something we talked about then, uh, my bad--please hit up this post with it anyway! ]

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I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST [11/5, closed to mafuyu, hinata]

[frostythehitman]

[ James shows up at the park early for their first ninja warrior practice (thanks bus, for being ahead of schedule for once) and passes the time by just...standing around throwing rocks at a tree.

He wasn't sure what he was meant to bring to this, so he just brought his duffel bag of football practice supplies just in case. The others better show soon, or else he'll have wasted his time getting out here and standing around in the cold for no damn reason. ]

[livens]

[ hinata is second to arrive, and is likely the only person in this 3-man squad who will go "lmao mafuyu what" in like five minutes because he's known her like ten years and a wig won't erase that? but he's perfectly cheerful as he shows up with a pink messenger bag slung across his chest. he's in easy, comfortable clothes that he can move around in; black yoga-style pants that are loose on him and a white shirt under a black sweater, loose but not too loose to move in. his hair is twisted up off his neck with a series of hair clips, and he waves casually. ]

Hello, hello~! I brought snacks, for whenever we take breaks. Ah, Natsuo isn't here yet?

[buncho]

[ "anyway tell natsuo to meet us at the park tomorrow"

But at what... time...

This is the question Mafuyu had when she woke up with Sunday morning, blinking up at her ceiling a little past noon. Half the day is gone, but this is fine, no respectable kid gets out of bed before noon on a weekend anyways, and she pulls on a loose t-shirt and shorts because who cares about weather, tucks her hair under her wig, leaves her phone behind and runs out the door just like that.

Showing up late is fine, as long as she doesn't get here before Hinata does, because he would definitely see her and start shouting her name from across the park before she can shout back at him to shut up, so this gives her the advantage: when she gets to the park, she spots the two of them, goes all the way around so that she approaches from behind Hinata, sprints across the street, and slings an arm around Hinata's shoulders in a way that can very easily be twisted into a choke hold. Don't you dare give me away. ]

What're you two just standing around for?! Training doesn't stop when we're not together! [ Apparently, it's started already, the very second they pulled together as a group ] This was a test and you failed! We gotta take advantage of every idle moment in order to win!

[ "Sup, guys, sorry I'm late." ]

east? i thought you said WEAST [closed to eren]

[frostythehitman]

[ James is, generally speaking, a little better behaved on base than he is out in the city. Seeing all the men in uniform serve as a reminder of the consequences should he lose his temper on anyone here. But the pitying looks and whispered rumors about poor Bucky and did you hear about the lieutenant colonel's kid make him angriest of all. It's like everywhere he goes, he's followed by October's ghost, and he wants to kill it.

But he can't.

So when there aren't that many people around (he thinks the coast is clear, anyway), he screams and punches a tree outside the barracks as hard as he can. Then he immediately yelps and hisses in pain. And glares murder at the tree, then kicks it as hard as he can. ]

Stupid--fucking--tree!!

what kind of compass are you readin there lad

[usurpers]

[ eren was one of those people that hated pity parties— the worst goddamn bundle of words you can say to a person, like kicking them in the gut before they had a chance to breathe. gossip was also on the list of things he thinks belongs in supermarket magazines and not on base, and you can believe that he was one to snap and snarl at those he heard still talking about it. he’d hear an earful: he your kid brother or something, pitbull? do you have one speck of humanity in you? god and whatever, jaeger. it’s not like he was taken too seriously to start, which grinds his gears, but . . . he sticks to it. it’s the sheer tenacity that get his peers to back off. and probably isolate him. eh, he was used to having little friends, anyway. and he was here to work, not play.

morning training has come to an end, and eren meanders outside the barracks for a walk before he left for his own personal weapons training— at least when he spots james halfway through his yelling, and decides to change his direction.

you show that tree, dude. ]

There’re better targets than that.

[ was that an invite or ]

my busted-ass moral compass

[frostythehitman]

[ James whirls on his heel and faces Eren immediately, teeth bared and fist held out threateningly. ]

You volunteering?

fite me.

[foeyay]

[Kamui's always liked being out and about. His family home may be a veritable war zone some days, but the gritty, disjointed action he craves only happens out on the streets, where drunks and vagabonds and cheating boyfriends stay out far too late for their own good. Or, at least, that's where Kamui can get a front row seat to all the drama. That's what counts.

Today is no different. He parades down the crowded city streets like he's waving their deeds in every passerby's face. These are his sidewalks, and he's quite pleased with their popularity. His toothy smile exudes pride as he winks suggestively at complete strangers while playfully insulting them.

James is just another stranger in a long line when Kamui hears the jangling of his chosen accessories. He chuckles openly.]

Damn, someone wanted to make sure everybody heard his chained and tortured soul tonight.

[frostythehitman]

[ James immediately whirls back to find whoever said that. ]

What'd you say?!

[ He starts making his way over towards Kamui. He narrows his eyes, just for a second, staring at him, and before he can even stop and think about it, his brain sends a signal to his hand to curl up into a fist. ]

I'll show you "chained and tortured soul"!

[ And he practically dives in, the way he leans into the punch to maximize his hitting power. James's fist flies straight for the right side of Kamui's jaw. ]

[foeyay]

[The guy's response is so sudden, so guttural, that Kamui knows in the same instant he's pissed off the wrong fucking dude. Adrenaline exists for this very reason. While James marches toward him, he has mere moments to decide between fight and flight.

As if Kamui Brisby would ever choose flight.

James' fist slams toward his jaw like a missile, fully prepared to knock out his teeth. But with a smirk on his lips, Kamui ducks and pushes forward in an attempt to barrel James to the ground. The fact that he's only 5'7 helps keep his jaw intact, but weighing in at 121 lbs may not serve him well in this particular charge.]

fite me; early november

[heroforall]

[Bucky's prosthetic is something Izuku knows about, of course. He had it when they met in the fog last month. But at that point Izuku had been too concerned with the creepy doctors trying to inject them with god knows what to really pay the arm any mind. And it had been dark and hard to see much of anything through the fog.

But not now. No, the bright sunlight of day time reveals the arm, even partially covered under Bucky's clothing, in all its glory, pulling Izuku in. He's been meaning to ask Bucky about how the arm has been doing, if it fits well and all, despite its lack of functionality. For...science reasons. And now he has his chance.

Not even the other teen's scowling is enough to drive him away, as Izuku has become quite used to it.]

Hey Bucky. You're looking...better. Then the last time I saw you.

[frostythehitman]

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

[ Buzz off Izuku, he's walkin' here!! He doesn't have time for your clumsy friendly shenanigans. Especially not when you're implying that he looked like crap last time. Whenever 'last time' was--he can't be bothered to rack his brain for the last time they met. ]

[heroforall]

[He appears a little startled by the rude reception, and when he speaks again, he sounds more wary. Almost hesitant. Maybe he shouldn't have brought that up. But he's still concerned about his friend.]

I just mean...are you okay? We don't have to talk about what happened in the fog, but I've been...worried about you. But you look okay now and I was just relieved.

hap birf; i told you i'd hit both prompts

[heroforall]

[Exactly how Izuku got Bucky's birthday information will forever remain a secret because he's sworn not to give up the name of his source. The important thing is, even despite their bumpy interaction earlier in the month, Izuku is still determined to give Bucky a birthday. Whether he wants one or not.

Which is how he ends up ambushing him with a handful of balloons and a smile as soon as he steps foot off the base.]

Happy Birthday!

[frostythehitman]

[ James stumbles facefirst into the balloons. Jesus Christ, who just stands outside the base entrance like that? He swats at the balloons until they get out of his face, eventually seeing Izuku through the mess. ]

What the--what are you doing, man?

[ Did he say birthday? Is it his birthday right now? Is it his birthday and he just somehow didn't realize it until just now? ]

[heroforall]

[Okaaaay not quite the reaction he was hoping for. Maybe Bucky doesn't like balloons? Maybe it's too much? Maybe he should have called first? But that would have ruined the surprise...]

It's your birthday. And I was told-er...I heard that you didn't have any plans to celebrate. I want to fix that.

did anyone ever eat all the other stuff they keep showing next to the bowl of cereal [closed to yuu]

[frostythehitman]

[ So it's come to this. James caught some guy staring at his arm while they both waited for the bus, and now the matter of transportation is not even on his mind any more. ]

Hey, what the hell are you lookin' at?

[ He stands up and plants himself right in front of the man, glaring at him. And before the stranger can stammer out some sort of justification (like there could even be one), James has already lost his patience. He doesn't like the glint of pity in his eyes, like he's trying to find a way to be sensitive with James. He can't stand it.

He grabs the guy by the shirt and, with a surprising amount of strength for only one arm, drags him up out of the seat, pulls him aside, and lets go just long enough to throw a heavy punch right across his face that leaves the poor stranger staggering and spitting blood. ]

You think it's okay to just stare at people?!

[ James isn't even paying attention to anyone else who may be around him. As far as he's concerned, it's just him and this jerk now. ]

....there is anything other than the cereal? I mean.

[dejerate]

[Yuu would probably have stepped in regardless of how public, whatever the location. He can't help but blink initially, when he does note the angry voice, turning to glance and notes James planting himself there.

Sure. Maybe he should stop and think before just jumping in. Get help? But that would take time. So instead, he's going to just react in the moment. Which means he's not going to actually pause at this happening simply because someone was staring. Yuichiro approaches without thinking twice.]

It's not, no.

the commercials always show it with like waffles and OJ and milk like. who the hell eats all that?

[frostythehitman]

[ James looks up, momentarily halting the beatdown. His tone is sarcastic. ]

Yeah, thanks for the backup.

[ Yuu's interruption serves as just enough of a distraction that James's opponent (victim?) takes the opportunity to run up and land a sucker punch on him straight in the gut. James staggers back a few steps, the wind knocked out of him. He wheezes out: ]

You dirty coward...!

ocean's eleven but with a waffle shop [closed to kurt]

[frostythehitman]

[ at the agreed upon time and location that i'm handwaving because i'm lazy, James is already ready and waiting. He's dressed all in black, including an uncharacteristically plain hoodie. And while his face is fully exposed to the public right now, he does have a bandana tied around his neck too. He's trying to look as non descript as one can in a getup like this, with a tattered blue duffel bag. But hey, maybe if he just keeps to himself and plays with his phone while he waits, no one will pay him any mind.

If Kurt doesn't show, he thinks, he's gonna kick his ass. ]

[digthefuzz]

[Luckily, Kurt remembered that he has something much more reliable than a Spork mask that he can rely on.

Someone dressed in all black approaches James. Loose black jeans, a black shirt and a black varsity jacket. And he simply appears to be some blonde guy. But he is wearing a fancy watch similar to the one Kurt's been wearing often these past few months, and as he approaches James, he mutters in a very Kurt-like voice to him:]

The rooster is outside the henhouse!

[frostythehitman]

[ James spots the guy approaching in his peripheral vision, but doesn't even bother to look up. It's just some random passerby, nothing for him to even pay attention to. Of course, when he stops in front of James and actually speaks, it's another story entirely. At first, he thinks, it's just a coincidence--but then he hears the voice. And now, now James can't play this cool. ]

Kurt?! What the hell! What the hell is this, who the hell are you?!

[ He's trying to keep his voice to a whisper, but it's definitely on the loud side of whispering. He's having a bit of a moment, Kurt. ]

[liberal_arts]

-Kasen endeavored to arrive first, the evening chill forcing him into a sweater and, both oddly and unsurprisingly, *cape*. Just because he was here to help a friend (or at least try), didn't mean he couldn't stay fashionable. But even with all of that, he still managed to get there early, sitting near his car in the empty lot as he waited for James.-

[frostythehitman]

[ It's not hard to tell when James approaches--the chains and buckles on his pants and shoes announce his presence quite clearly. He booked it over to the studio, but it always takes some time to get here from Fort McCoy, so he's not too surprised to see Kasen there already. ]

Nice cape.

this is still the most terrible thing, i'm laughing; 11/17

[buncho]

[ Terrible things are also the reason why she even goes to school anymore, $20 worth of quarters weighing down her otherwise empty backpack and skipping all her morning classes so she can be first in line for the school lunch, circling back around the end of the line a couple of times so the stingy lunch ladies can give her the 50 tater tots she needs to win this bet.

She'll go find James, letting her backpack drop to the ground with a heavy thud, her other hand balancing a tray full of nothing but tots.

No backing out now. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ As soon as she slams the tray of tots down, James breaks out in a nasty, mean-spirited grin and pulls out not one, but four small chips bags that he got from the vending machine just before lunch. Will he fit them all in? He doubts it, but they're there. Just in case.

He lays his left arm on the table, pops off the panel on the forearm that reveals the hollow inside, and pulls out the battery, setting it to the side with the wires still feeding into it. He beckons with his right hand for the tray of tots. ]