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

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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[Kamui is still not pleased with this turn of events, but he can't deny that kind of talent. Maybe the guy just sucks at explaining. Like he apparently sucks at keeping his cool.

Or maybe he's just into break dancing.

Kamui stands up straight once more, freeing his pained side in order to put up his dukes.]

Do it again then. Come at me!

Seriously? Alright, fine!

[ No one can tell him that this was unprovoked this time, at least. This doesn't count as assault, or whatever. It makes this a little more enjoyable--not tinged with guilt, just adrenaline.

When James rushes him, he fakes out a punch, makes it look like he's aiming for the face again...but in reality, he's positioning his leg just between Kamui's, a little further back, to try and hook his foot. And, as part of the same fluid motion while he's still rearing his fist back for the fake punch, James yanks his foot back towards himself, aiming to send Kamui falling onto his back. ]

[Even with Kamui standing at the ready, James' tactics pull through again. Kamui falls for the feint, moving to block James' fist. The punch doesn't come. Instead, Kamui's ankle is hooked out from under him. Without the time to brace himself, he falls back, and holy hell does he feel the impact shake through his sore ribs.

That doesn't stop him from lashing out himself, swinging his heel toward the shin James is still balanced upon.]

[ For the first few seconds, James stands tall over him, hand on his hip, looking smug.

Then Kamui's heel meets his shin, sharply enough that he breaks his stance and ends up hopping while he cradles the injured leg with his hand. Idiot--he should've jumped back, not stood there gloating within striking distance. ]

Damn it! What the hell kind of shoes are you wearing?!

[Okay, Kamui may still be on the ground, but seeing James hop around in pain makes him cackle like madman. So worth it.]

Off-brand work boots. [He raises his foot not unlike a princess expecting James to lick his boots.] Though I might've added some personal touches.

[He means metal. There are definitely some rounded metal studs on the bottom of his shoes.]

[ Ah. Now he sees it, the light reflecting off the metal. ]

What the hell do you need that for?

[Eyebrow. Rising. Dramatically.]

What d'you need those chains for?

[ ...touche.

Instead of responding, James just leans in and offers his hand to Kamui to help him back on his feet. ]

[Kamui cocks his head questioningly, as if expecting James' hand to be holding a knife, before he reaches out to take it.]

Check it out, we have an audience!

[They are in the middle of the sidewalk after all, and now that Kamui's back on his feet, he can see the onlookers' befuddled and nervous faces.]

[ James's head whips over to see the onlookers so fast, it looks like it might snap. His eyes are wide with fear, and he immediately yanks the hood of his sweater over his head in the hopes that no one got too good of a look at his face. He starts briskly walking away from the gathering group on the sidewalk. ]

Come on, we have to get out of here.

Lead the way, you problem child.

[James is already leading the way, but that doesn't shut Kamui's ever running mouth. He may be in pain, but he got to see something pretty damn cool. He'll be trying it out himself as soon as he can bend over without cringing.]

[ Thankfully James knows that the area around the 7-11 on Myrtle down the block is usually pretty abandoned and ignored. He'd certainly know, considering that he used it as the photo shoot location for his first album cover.

He ignores Kamui and briskly makes his way over to the far side of the convenience store, between the garbage cans and a rusted fence. James throws his back against the fence and runs his hand down his face, frustrated and stressed out. ]

You just--don't--ugh.

None of this would've happened if you hadn't made a big deal out of nothing!

Me?

[Kamui makes sure there's still two trash cans between him and James when he slows down. He won't run if James goes all Hulk again, but it's nice to have available weaponry and a makeshift obstacle course on his side just in case.]

All I did was paraphrase what you were already screaming with your wardrobe.

And since when was that any of your business? You go around making comments on everyone's clothing on the street, huh?

Yeah, actually. It's how I meet people. Kinda like what happened today but with less punching.

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

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wow i thought i tagged this WEEKS ago, my b

haha, whoops!!