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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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"Yeah, it is. But what does it matter? You're not the only one who told me that, whether or not anyone else was worried about it happening to them too." He's still annoyed that people dismissed him so much, but Togusa isn't exactly special here.
Then he cracks a bit of a grin. "I'm just mad this means that I'm never gonna be able to point and laugh at you and say 'I told you so.'"
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But the corner of his mouth slowly turns up, mimicking James's smile. "There are so many other things that you can say that about. I just don't get to join the cyborg club."
"I'm sorry." Said with enough emotion that he can show that he means it. But not to belabor the point. "And I'm going to work on doing better by you."
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He's silent for a moment. Then: "What does that even mean? 'Do better by me.'" It's not like Togusa ever did anything harmful to him in the first place. What's there to do better about?
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Which turns into a sigh at James' next question. "I have happened to be present at every one of your lowest points. I have arrested you three separate times. But I've done so little that actually helped. Or I've been complicit in taking some of that choice away from you. I finally got it right on that last one. Letting you deal with your own consequences."
"So. More of that." Less of trying to live James' life for him.
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He shakes his head and looks down at the ground. "I don't think you could've done anything else anyway. You're not the first person to try and fail at helping me."