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recolle2018-07-11 10:38 pm
frostythehitman) wrote in recolle2018-07-11 10:38 pm
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i was a high school atom bomb
WHO: James and YOU!
WHERE: all over town, and also ~in his dreams~
WHEN: all throughout July!
WHAT: James doesn't remember a damn thing and is trying his best to navigate Recolle without letting on that something is off with him. Also, dreams.
WARNINGS: probably some violence in the dream prompts
1. time to finally fill his nighttime skulking quota
[ Okay, so it's a lie that he doesn't remember anything. He does remember a few things--and they mostly involve sneaking around to kill someone or training others to do the same.
He doesn't have any reason to do any of that now, nor anyone to do it to, but running around like this at least is refreshing--it's familiar. And he doesn't have to pretend to be James Barnes, whoever the hell that kid was. He can just be confused and empty, and try to connect with the few bits of himself he does know.
All of which is just how I'm justifying the fact that James is running around parkouring throughout the city in the dead of night, clad all in black. Even his hair is tied up and hidden under a dark baseball cap. (His arm, of course, is still completely exposed--he has yet to find a single piece of clothing that can cover it except for some neon monstrosity.)
He's just out here to get some fresh air and feel a rush, but to anyone else, it might look rather suspicious to see a mysterious figure skulking around and jumping from building to building. ]
2. he didn't choose the accordion boy band life, the accordion boy band life chose him
[ His father and sister gave him odd looks when he pulled out an accordion from his closet and he didn't want to raise any more suspicion, so...instead he's sitting in the park with it. Sure, he's still an odd sight, but at least here he's just some anonymous person with an accordion, instead of a person who apparently shouldn't be playing one.
He wonders why. Did James Barnes only play accordion in secret? Was he that bad that he was banned from playing it?
He tries playing a few notes. They come out warbled and discordant as his fingers clumsily mash multiple keys simultaneously. It wheezes like a fireplace bellows. Maybe he really was that bad. (Or maybe he was good once, and has just forgotten how to play the accordion along with everything else.)
Either way, it's kind of hard to ignore the sound of someone butchering Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. ]
3. DREAMS
3.a. a glorified hall monitor
[ James is here, but not the way you know him.
Most obviously, his arms have been switched--it's the left that's flesh now, and the right that's robotic. His hair is cut short. But other than that, his clothes and the eyeliner smeared across his eyes like a domino mask look pretty par for the course for James Barnes.
He (and you, now) stand in a long, possibly endless, high school hallway. There are endless rows of lockers and the walls are plastered in school spirit posters that look more like propaganda. James stands a good hundred feet away, posed in the center of the hallway with his arms crossed sternly. ]
Hey, you!
[ He approaches in (what he hopes is) a menacing stride. ]
Where's your hall pass?
3.b. i'd call this a teacher au except it's canon
[ In this one, James is much older--in his late 20s, perhaps. He stands at the head of a classroom of several large men who all look like they could easily be supersoldiers in their own right, if they weren't comically crammed into school desks. The writing on the chalkboard is in Russian, and everyone is speaking it too--but let's say for the sake of convenience that even a dream onlooker can understand it. A huge chunk of the classroom's wall appears to be a mirror, but upon closer inspection, the vague dark shape of a group of men behind it can just barely be made out.
James sharply taps a piece of chalk on the chalkboard and looks out sternly over his students. ]
Someone holds a door open for you as you enter a cafe. What do you do? You have five seconds to answer.
3.c. out of body experience
[ This time, there are two Jameses. One lays in a hospital bed, bandages on his hand and torso and cheek, with a tube snaking out from his chest to one of several machines at his bedside. There's no prosthetic in sight, so his left sleeve is completely empty. He's trying to read through a small pile of magazines sat in his lap, but doesn't appear to be focusing on the words. After a few moments, he grits his teeth as he tears several pages right out of the magazine in jerky motions, crumples up the pages, and chucks them at the wall as hard as he can.
The second James sits in a visitor's chair in the hospital room. He watches the first James in the hospital bed, impassive but curious, almost as if he's studying him. ]
WHERE: all over town, and also ~in his dreams~
WHEN: all throughout July!
WHAT: James doesn't remember a damn thing and is trying his best to navigate Recolle without letting on that something is off with him. Also, dreams.
WARNINGS: probably some violence in the dream prompts
1. time to finally fill his nighttime skulking quota
[ Okay, so it's a lie that he doesn't remember anything. He does remember a few things--and they mostly involve sneaking around to kill someone or training others to do the same.
He doesn't have any reason to do any of that now, nor anyone to do it to, but running around like this at least is refreshing--it's familiar. And he doesn't have to pretend to be James Barnes, whoever the hell that kid was. He can just be confused and empty, and try to connect with the few bits of himself he does know.
All of which is just how I'm justifying the fact that James is running around parkouring throughout the city in the dead of night, clad all in black. Even his hair is tied up and hidden under a dark baseball cap. (His arm, of course, is still completely exposed--he has yet to find a single piece of clothing that can cover it except for some neon monstrosity.)
He's just out here to get some fresh air and feel a rush, but to anyone else, it might look rather suspicious to see a mysterious figure skulking around and jumping from building to building. ]
2. he didn't choose the accordion boy band life, the accordion boy band life chose him
[ His father and sister gave him odd looks when he pulled out an accordion from his closet and he didn't want to raise any more suspicion, so...instead he's sitting in the park with it. Sure, he's still an odd sight, but at least here he's just some anonymous person with an accordion, instead of a person who apparently shouldn't be playing one.
He wonders why. Did James Barnes only play accordion in secret? Was he that bad that he was banned from playing it?
He tries playing a few notes. They come out warbled and discordant as his fingers clumsily mash multiple keys simultaneously. It wheezes like a fireplace bellows. Maybe he really was that bad. (Or maybe he was good once, and has just forgotten how to play the accordion along with everything else.)
Either way, it's kind of hard to ignore the sound of someone butchering Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. ]
3. DREAMS
3.a. a glorified hall monitor
[ James is here, but not the way you know him.
Most obviously, his arms have been switched--it's the left that's flesh now, and the right that's robotic. His hair is cut short. But other than that, his clothes and the eyeliner smeared across his eyes like a domino mask look pretty par for the course for James Barnes.
He (and you, now) stand in a long, possibly endless, high school hallway. There are endless rows of lockers and the walls are plastered in school spirit posters that look more like propaganda. James stands a good hundred feet away, posed in the center of the hallway with his arms crossed sternly. ]
Hey, you!
[ He approaches in (what he hopes is) a menacing stride. ]
Where's your hall pass?
3.b. i'd call this a teacher au except it's canon
[ In this one, James is much older--in his late 20s, perhaps. He stands at the head of a classroom of several large men who all look like they could easily be supersoldiers in their own right, if they weren't comically crammed into school desks. The writing on the chalkboard is in Russian, and everyone is speaking it too--but let's say for the sake of convenience that even a dream onlooker can understand it. A huge chunk of the classroom's wall appears to be a mirror, but upon closer inspection, the vague dark shape of a group of men behind it can just barely be made out.
James sharply taps a piece of chalk on the chalkboard and looks out sternly over his students. ]
Someone holds a door open for you as you enter a cafe. What do you do? You have five seconds to answer.
3.c. out of body experience
[ This time, there are two Jameses. One lays in a hospital bed, bandages on his hand and torso and cheek, with a tube snaking out from his chest to one of several machines at his bedside. There's no prosthetic in sight, so his left sleeve is completely empty. He's trying to read through a small pile of magazines sat in his lap, but doesn't appear to be focusing on the words. After a few moments, he grits his teeth as he tears several pages right out of the magazine in jerky motions, crumples up the pages, and chucks them at the wall as hard as he can.
The second James sits in a visitor's chair in the hospital room. He watches the first James in the hospital bed, impassive but curious, almost as if he's studying him. ]
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Lousy? What, for actually tutoring you? I have my own studying to do too, you know, and here I am, generously helping you out of the goodness of my heart!
[ He whips out two small throwing knives and tosses them at her, one after the other. If she dodges the first one, then hopefully she won't have time to dodge the second. ]
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English might be my third language, but I think we have a different understanding of what 'generous' and 'good' mean.
[The first one is easy to dodge, but the second knife gets her in the arm. She hisses in pain, then yanks the knife out and flings it back at him. Granted, her knife throwing technique is abysmal, so there's pretty much no chance of it actually doing damage to him. So she charges forward, her movements suddenly faster than they were before, pivoting to deliver a crescent kick aimed at his side. She's also putting in enough force to kick through a brick wall. So... careful Bucky.]
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He gets slammed against the wall so hard it begins to crack and some light rubble falls around him. James groans and stumbles a bit to stay on his feet, but he manages. ]
What did you think the Final Exam was? Were you just not in class the day they told us?!
[ He pulls out some garroting wire and closes in to try and wrap it around her neck. ]
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[Li-Na realizes what Bucky is trying to do almost too late. She barely manages to get a hand next to her neck in order to keep the wire from cutting off her air, but she can't quite force the wire away from her. As she struggles against Bucky's pull on the wire, it digs into her wrist, drawing closer and closer to its original target.]
No!
[Panicking, she calls out a phrase and gives a small kick with one of her boots.]
Mist Wind!
[Ever been inside a tornado Bucky? Now you have. A small tornado forms around Li-Na, buffeting Bucky with high speed winds and any objects it can pick up from nearby.]
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He stumbles his way back onto his feet, grimacing as he goes. Something in his shoulder got messed up in all that. ]
Obviously! You didn't notice how the classes kept getting smaller every year? No one ever gets expelled for failing--they just get killed by their stronger classmates! If you don't grasp that now, you're never surviving the senior final exam!
[ Although he has to admit, she's putting up a way better fight than he anticipated. He breaks out into a sprint right for her, pulling out a few more knives (because of course he still has more) to throw at her as he goes. ]
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[The thought that she'd have to kill someone frightens her even more than the garroting wire. She dodges the first couple of knives and kicks the third out of the air, but the fourth catches her in the shoulder and she hisses in pain.]
Enough! I've had enough of this place!
[Yanking the knife out, she drops it to the floor... and bolts for the closest wall. It doesn't matter that there isn't a door there. She'll make a door herself.]
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There's no escaping this! You can't just leave the exam--it only ends when you kill or get killed!
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Why?
Li-Na skids to a stop and her stomach twists as she takes in the array of weaponry. She doesn't have long to look though, because the lasers are already targeting her, and she doesn't fancy being hit by one of those. However, after barely dodging the first couple lasers and a swinging mace, a laser burns her across the back, and Li-Na comes to the conclusion she can't keep this up.
But you know what? If she's going down, she's taking him with her.
So she changes course, starts zigzagging her way back across the gym, each time getting a little closer to Bucky.]
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Of course, that is, until he realizes she's been gaining ground on him. That was her strategy all along and he fell for it like some idiot. He's not about to jump into the fray now (not in this death trap of a gym), but he does fall into a fighting stance, ready for her when she comes. ]
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[She almost gets falls in the spike pits a couple times, but manages to leap over them. The laser grids... those are more of a challenge, but a combination of her gymnastics and ballet training allow her to twist and flip her way through. But with most of her focus on not falling onto spikes or getting cut in half by a laser beam, she doesn't have any to spare for the darts. Two in the back, one in the thigh. The injuries are slowing her down, but she doesn't stop. And when she finally reaches Bucky... she made like she wants to kick his head from his shoulders, but she's really aiming for the hand with the remote.]
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Now he really has to watch out. He tries to remember what all the traps set up nearby are while he keeps his focus on Li-Na, guarded and ready for any next moves. ]
What now? You think you can take me when you're already injured?
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[She's mostly just looking for an opening now. A chance to throw herself forward and latch onto Bucky. She won't have to take him down if she can get the room to do it for her.]
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He accepts it quickly. The second he realizes he can't recover without falling, he grabs onto Li-Na's wrists with a death grip. ]
Fine--then you're coming with me!
[ He was already stumbling backwards, but James seems to throw himself into it now, thrusting the both of them straight towards an intricate laser grid. ]