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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Oh... Okay.... [He remarks with a raised eyebrow as he watches James get to work. It almost looks innocent enough, but he has a bad feeling about that liquid...]

[ James moves the soaked fabric around enough that it shifts and shows the contents, if only in small slivers here and there: a human arm. He practically peels open the tip of the package to show off the hand, then spends a few moments maneuvering the fingers on it so that the middle finger is prominently displayed. ]

There we go.

[ He lifts it up and then crams it into the open mailbox, but only a little--just enough for it to stay in place, with most of the arm still sticking out. ]

Okay Kurt, I need you to stand over there [ he gestures to a spot a few feet away ] and take a photo on my phone while I do this. Got it?

[Kurt's eyes widen, and he looks like he's going to be sick once he realizes what that is. He'll back away a few feet towards the indicated spot, but that's mostly a coincidence.]

D-dude, this is... This is so messed up!

[ James falters, as if only just now realizing that, hey, a dismembered human arm might be disturbing! (Hell, hasn't he made enough of a fuss about how screwed up it is himself?) But he's gotten used to it, even if he isn't happy about it. It's just a fact of his life now. He forgot that it isn't for anyone else.

James holds up his hand in a placating gesture. ]

Relax, it's mine, okay? It's just my arm. And it's not even like rotting or anything, it's still mostly frozen!

Your arm?! [He turns pale and tries not to look directly.]

That - that is so not okay! It's many levels of not being okay! You're... you're holding your own arm, man!

Yeah, man, I know. [ alright come on kurt catch up with him here, he gave you some time for the initial shock but now ya gotta keep up with him ]

Retrospec said this mailbox is where we're supposed to pick up everything now, instead of them sending it to us. And we can return things. So I'm giving it back to them. I'm sick of this thing.

So? Think you can take the photo for me?

[He still looks a little freaked out, but he nods softly. It makes sense when he puts it like that, even if it also sounds So Wrong.]

...Okay, fine. I'll do it.

Great. Catch. [ He tosses his phone over to Kurt before going back into the duffel bag and fishing out a lighter--one of the larger, longer kinds. He switches it on, brings the flame to the bedsheet, and....

The whole thing goes up in flames, thanks to the good flammable soaking James gave it a few minutes ago. The plume of fire nearly bursts out of the mailbox and almost scorches James's hand. He can't help but jump back and laugh as he watches the blaze consume the mailbox. ]

Take it! Take the shot now!

[He catches the phone and gets ready to take a picture! ...And then his eyes widen at a new level of horror as he witnesses what Jamesa does to the arm

Suddenly, it's in flames, and Kurt shouts.]

H-holy he-.... heck man!! [Still, he does manage to snap the picture quickly.]

[ As soon as James hears the telltale click of a photo being taken, he's satisfied. He kicks the arm into the mailbox as forcefully as he can (it doesn't look very big, so he figures he's going to have to cram it in) and the flames spit out at his boot for a few moments, having nowhere else to go but out. But then he immediately swings it shut and it's gone. No more arm, no more flames.

James is still laughing. He leans in close to the mailbox to give the arm a farewell message. ]

Happy Thanksgiving, assholes!

[The horror doesn't fade from Kurt's face. He just saw a burning human arm...

Kurt shakes his head and feebly tries to hold James's phone out to him.]

I... I'm pretty sure that's illegal...

[ James strides over, grabs the phone and pockets it, and shrugs. ]

What are they gonna do? Arrest me for possession of my own arm? For setting fire to my own property?

Besides, it's Retrospec. They destroy any police documents that mention them anyway.

Well, it's also putting something on fire inside a mailbox... but I guess you're right. Man, those guys are too good at covering their tracks!

Oh, if only they would let the police come take a look and help them out. [ He grins, sly. Then he picks up the duffel bag and looks on the mailbox, feeling very satisfied. ]

I think we're done here.

Edited 2017-11-29 07:27 (UTC)

[Kurt nods quickly.]

Y-yeah... No more, please!

[ James pulls down the hood of his sweater now and yanks off the bandanna covering his face. He gathers up the duffel bag and then grasps Kurt's shoulder in a firm pat. ]

Thanks for the help, man. I'll see you later.

[Kurt then finally switches off the watch and looks like himself again.]

Um... y-you're welcome. [He thinks.] Take it easy, man!

[He's not sure what James needs, but whatever it is, he hopes he finds it.]

Seeya!

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

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hey @self why did i suddenly use italics in that last comment

A mystery for the ages

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