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recolle2018-11-16 11:05 pm
frostythehitman) wrote in recolle2018-11-16 11:05 pm
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the only comics characters who stay dead are b̶u̶c̶k̶y̶, ̶j̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶d̶d̶, and uncle ben
WHO: James Barnes and YOU!
WHERE: All over town
WHEN: 11/18 onwards
WHAT: James is back from the dead, freed from prison, and 20 years older! If this sounds like a shitshow, that's because it is.
WARNINGS: mention of suicide in the cause of death snippet
11/15: reports and posts on James's death (cw: mention of suicide, suicide note)
I. you could argue he is wearing a crop top (11/18 - 11/21-ish)
[ When most people move to a new city, it's kind of hard to tell--after all, with so many people around, it's easy to blend into the crowd.
However, this man....does not blend in at all. He wanders around, unevenly shaven and scruffy, wearing clothes so comically ill-fitting it almost begs the question how he even put them on. The way he ducks his head and tries to curl into himself as he walks makes him look suspicious.
What might be even more suspicious is the moment he pulls his hand out of his pocket for a brief moment to scratch at his jaw. The hand looks shiny and metallic. Maybe it's just something he's holding, maybe it's a trick of the eye--but it's definitely a strange one.
Eventually, though, he does need to ask a question, so he begins asking (either you or another stranger near you)-- ]
Hi, I need some help finding something.
II. neurotic coffee spinning (11/22 onwards)
[ By now, James has at the very least acquired a jacket to stand out a little less. He stands at Zee's ofrenda, studying every inch of the table like there's going to be a test on it later. He leans in to get a better look at some of the items, but doesn't touch them. And after a while, he places the coffee drink he'd been holding this whole time on the table, rotating it to try to figure out what angle it should be at. ]
III. your one-stop shop for impostor-ghost confrontations (11/22 onwards)
[ Is this actually the ghost of James Barnes? One might think so, with the way he keeps haunting all the places he used to go. He's spent hours going around the beach, the neighborhood just outside Fort McCoy, the buses he used to take to school, over and over again. He even used to loiter around by the high school sometimes, before he realized how bad and suspicious that looked. So now he hangs around the university instead, glancing over at the high school from down the block when it lets out every day.
The more he does it, the more he does actually start to get treated by people (and even other ghosts) as one of the dead himself. He's been trying to figure out how to get people to realize no, he's actually alive, but what is he supposed to do? James Barnes did die, and he doesn't know if he can go back to being that person.
While he's contemplating this one day, he finds a flyer posted up on one of Recolle U's bulletin boards advertising...a show being played at a tiny local venue by A Lyrical Assassination. ]
What the fuck?
IV. wildcard!
[ HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT. or hit me up over plurk to talk other prompts if you want! ]
WHERE: All over town
WHEN: 11/18 onwards
WHAT: James is back from the dead, freed from prison, and 20 years older! If this sounds like a shitshow, that's because it is.
WARNINGS: mention of suicide in the cause of death snippet
11/15: reports and posts on James's death (cw: mention of suicide, suicide note)
I. you could argue he is wearing a crop top (11/18 - 11/21-ish)
[ When most people move to a new city, it's kind of hard to tell--after all, with so many people around, it's easy to blend into the crowd.
However, this man....does not blend in at all. He wanders around, unevenly shaven and scruffy, wearing clothes so comically ill-fitting it almost begs the question how he even put them on. The way he ducks his head and tries to curl into himself as he walks makes him look suspicious.
What might be even more suspicious is the moment he pulls his hand out of his pocket for a brief moment to scratch at his jaw. The hand looks shiny and metallic. Maybe it's just something he's holding, maybe it's a trick of the eye--but it's definitely a strange one.
Eventually, though, he does need to ask a question, so he begins asking (either you or another stranger near you)-- ]
Hi, I need some help finding something.
II. neurotic coffee spinning (11/22 onwards)
[ By now, James has at the very least acquired a jacket to stand out a little less. He stands at Zee's ofrenda, studying every inch of the table like there's going to be a test on it later. He leans in to get a better look at some of the items, but doesn't touch them. And after a while, he places the coffee drink he'd been holding this whole time on the table, rotating it to try to figure out what angle it should be at. ]
III. your one-stop shop for impostor-ghost confrontations (11/22 onwards)
[ Is this actually the ghost of James Barnes? One might think so, with the way he keeps haunting all the places he used to go. He's spent hours going around the beach, the neighborhood just outside Fort McCoy, the buses he used to take to school, over and over again. He even used to loiter around by the high school sometimes, before he realized how bad and suspicious that looked. So now he hangs around the university instead, glancing over at the high school from down the block when it lets out every day.
The more he does it, the more he does actually start to get treated by people (and even other ghosts) as one of the dead himself. He's been trying to figure out how to get people to realize no, he's actually alive, but what is he supposed to do? James Barnes did die, and he doesn't know if he can go back to being that person.
While he's contemplating this one day, he finds a flyer posted up on one of Recolle U's bulletin boards advertising...a show being played at a tiny local venue by A Lyrical Assassination. ]
What the fuck?
IV. wildcard!
[ HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT. or hit me up over plurk to talk other prompts if you want! ]
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...I don't know, it just seems weird to think it randomly happened. Especially considering you're you. [James makes most of his own choices with a purpose.]
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[ He's still skeptical, but John's right. Even more skeptical is that he would kill himself out of the blue when he knows he had no plans or desire to do so. Then he frowns. ]
...or magic. You're saying you think someone else did this to me somehow? Someone on the app?
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[ a shrug. ]
The note, I guess?
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[But he nods.] But Dave's right. Magic of some kind is a possibility though I don't know why they'd bother either. You don't have beef with that many people, do you?
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The note? You guys think the note that I wrote magically killed me somehow?
I have beef with plenty of people. But I don't know anyone who can do anything like that, beef or no beef.
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[ and they know SOMEONE killed see ]
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...okay, that actually sounds a little more reasonable. Someone else framing and covering their tracks then?
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Okay so I didn't technically take the fall, but they pinned it on me anyway. Same difference. At the end of the day, the killer didn't have to do anything to shift the blame on me. It just happened and they lucked out. So there's no reason for them to have murdered me after all that.
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