we fail to represent, we fail to be content.

[shenunigans]

Who; Dave and Oh God Another Open Post
What; Prompts in the comments- Mostly Dave being a Teenage Boy.
When; The days after Shit Hit the Fan but things got Sort of Better.
Where; Training Center, Out and About
Warnings/Notes; Swearing, mentions of death as usual.

Dave is starting to get what people mean when they talk about a Week From Hell. Only it hasn't been a week, it's been weekS. Month. Months? Hell if he knows. He's entirely lost his touch with time since they took his powers away, but his perceptions are screwed to hell and back anyway. In a lot of ways, this had been on the same level as his life back home. You never knew when you were gonna die, when your friends were gonna die, when things would fuck up and you'd all be scrambling to fix it. But it had always been a game. Now, people are dying. It's IRL action movies right here, but who the fuck is Nic Cage? He hasn't seen much incoherent screaming from anyone yet, but the reference isn't funny without his friend John here anyway. Not that he wants him here. Much. There's something to be said about your friends all being an elevator ride away, here. Not universes away, timelines away and possibly dead.

It's a downer to think about. It sucks to think anything could be better here. He has a wider social circle than his younger self would have given him credit for. Who knew dorm living brought out the social side in anyone? He can feel himself settling into his ways a little too much here, he's almost glad the Capitol gave them the old reach around several times to really get the point through. It fucking sucks here. It will always suck. They will take everything you love, shit on it and light it on fire. They made that point vividly with Bro, before he could even think twice about opening his big mouth and rebelling.

Instead, he channels his energy into other things. Distracting things. Things he doesn't have the means to do back on Ol' Space Rock.

Comments

a. training center

[shenunigans]

[Dave doesn't want to play the game. Nope. Not in the slightest. He resisted as hard as he could to avoid Sburb, and look how that turned out? His resolve is pretty weak when he's persuaded the right way, and now his ego is feeling the burn. He took down Bro, zombie Bro, but he doesn't think he showed anyone his full potential. It occurs to him that it might be a benefit to him to appear like an unassuming guy who can't handle a butter knife, but his ego won't have it.

He's taking to a training dummy with a sword right now, trying to adjust to the fact that he's a lot slower here. It doesn't seem fair, really. They have people like Captain America and Thor here and they can't even let him zippity doo around corners. Whatever, man.

Unfortunately, training dummies get boring. Even though he feels like he's getting good hits in, he kind of wants something unpredictable. He's glancing around the center, as if silently searching for someone who looks unoccupied but not knowing whether he should approach them. Finally, he makes a leap of faith, adjusting his shades as he points the training sword at whoever.]

You wanna go, mate? [He really doesn't sound like he means that.]

Re: a. training center

[paidinbeer]

[Orc had found his way to the training center after his usual breakfast of way too much meat and beer.

Feeling a bit sluggish he turned to the voice and raised an eyebrow curiously.]


You serious?

[He only asks because this isn't the first time a small fleshy human has wanted to spar with him. In fact it seems more and more people are asking it of him...possibly because it means they don't have to hold back like they do with other sparring partners.]

[shenunigans]

[Dave is probably a little crazy to approach Orc of all people in the training center of all places, even crazier to suggest they should fight. He's just been meaning to reach out for the guy and get to know him a little more to combat the guilt he feels whenever he flirts a little too much with Eponine.

He figures the more he knows Orc, the less inclined he'll be to be a dick. He hopes.]

I'm always serious, 100%, like a light with no off switch. [He juggles his training sword from hand to hand.] No pressure, just figured it'd be some heartfelt manly bonding. We'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll take selfies and call it a night. [He's well aware that it's morning.]

[paidinbeer]

[Another pregnant pause and then Orc nodded and took a defensive stance with his thick gorilla like arms up in front of him. At least he'd had some training from the looks of it.]

Alright, I'll try not to make you cry.

[Or at least he'd try not to break anything important]

[iflipmyhair]

[Well then.]

If you're serious about it.

[shenunigans]

Why wouldn't I be? [He asks innocently enough, raising a brow over his shades at her.] It'll be real fun, all old school with our shitty fake swords.

Re: a. training center

[onedirectiony]

[ Loki had basically just gotten killed...so he is disgruntled. He had originally made his way to the training grounds so that he can blow off some steam. On his walk towards it, from his room (carefully avoiding anyone from home that he knows could be there) he loses that motivation he had. The need to hit something had faded.

Still, if someone is there who wants to fight, then sure - it can't hurt him at all to have some idea of what the others can do. Especially since he knows hell be stuck doing it again.

He stops when the question is asked. ]

I mean, if you really want.

[shenunigans]

[When Dave heard Loki would be here, he had a very decided vision. He read comics, he knew what Loki was like. Not really the most attractive guy, let's be honest, but he had stage presence. So much so that Dave figured he'd see him around and probably not admit that he'd been aggressively flirting with him over an anonymous post.

So, when he advances in an entirely different way upon this stranger, he isn't exactly reading Loki from him. He really needs to do his research.]

Oh damn, you caught me. I got into this all fickle like a kid at a candy store and now I don't know what I want. The walls of candy are closing in on me, I need to make a choice, I choose you. Congrats, pikachu. Fight me.

b. around the tower

[shenunigans]

[The nerf on his speed makes it hard for Dave to really adjust, but he's still a quick little fucker. He's obviously pretty restless, since he's taken it upon himself to sock slide around the halls and try to parkour his way around higher surfaces.

Most of the time, he's pretty competent, it looks like he's used to it while he's pulling himself up and swinging onto higher surfaces. However, if he feels someone watching him, he'll come down with a case of the butter fingers. He leaps to grip onto the edge of something, but he can't grip it properly, his feet skitter under him and he flops backward onto his ass.

A muffled swear escapes him, but he folds his arms behind his head and lies there, in the middle of the floor. He meant to do that, yep.]

sock sliding??? SOCK SLIDING?????

[rediscover]

[Anna's been adjusting to her new home as best she can, and much of that comes down to exploring the place from top to bottom. She feels a bit awkward going to the different districts' floors, but she's also eager to make new friends, so she deals with it.

And then, somewhere along the way of her rather in-depth exploration, she runs across a familiar face. He looks pretty into what he's doing so she only watches around a corner at first, but when he seems to lose his nerve a bit, Anna gasps, covering her mouth with her hand and coming out from around the corner.]

Oh my gosh, are you okay?

oh anna if only somebody ironied you

[shenunigans]

[Oh fuck, fuck his life. Of all the people to see this. Not only is it Elsa's cute as hell sister, it's the cute as hell sister who is most definitely going to tell Elsa that this happened. He thought he was so smooth, but he still can be.

He shrugs against the ground and looks around before raising a brow at her.]

Who? Me? I'm just chilling, don't judge.

Totally not late

[gardienne]

[Eponine, still looking quite dreadful, just happens to be passing when she hears the thump of Dave's butt hitting the floor. She hurries over, and peers down, laughing suddenly at him.]

Do you do this a lot, Sir? Just lie and look up? Me, I like to do it inside. I am not so fussy about what a ceiling looks like. It is a miracle if I have one at all!

[shenunigans]

[Eponine is both the first and last person he wants to see right now. He had been eagerly waiting for her to get better, but he also never wanted her to know that he can be a clumsy fool quite frequently.]

I do a lot of things a lot. [He lampshades her question, rolling onto his side ever so casually.] And the view from down here isn't so bad. Not now anyway. [He seems smooth, but inside his brain is berating him for using such an awful line.]

WHOOPS, SORRY DAVE. YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET MOM'D

[seestheman]

[Dave may not be her kid, but he's still a kid and he looks like he damaged something (maybe more like his dignity than anything physical, but it counts) when he fell. Which means Clara's obligated to make sure it's just a case of bruised dignity and not something more serious. So he's going to have a hand offered to him to help him up.]

You okay?

DEAR GOD

[shenunigans]

[Dave resents that line of thinking, because he clearly is not a kid. He is a man, a small man with very little facial hair to boast about and now very little dignity to go with it.

He stares gormless up at the hand as if considering whether it's worthy of being taken. He reaches for it, but instead gives it a vigorous shake before letting his hand drop back down.]

I'm great, thanks. How are you on this fine morning?

c. the commons

[shenunigans]

[Dave hasn't had the heart to watch the Arena since he died, but curiosity and a sore ass lead him to sit on one of those comfy common room couches and glance tiredly at a screen.

And then, the face crack of the century, his Bro is on the screen. For those playing at home, the family resemblance is pretty clear between them, but of course he doesn't look happy to see him. Again. For the second time here. His eyebrows knit together in irritation before he sinks into the chair and looks away from the screen.]

Battle Royale was better.

[arosewiththorns]

[Somehow she had know he'd be here. A lucky guess in truth, but it comforts her more to think she can still so easily predict things. That she can still predict him, when in truth she knows the Dave she's more familiar with has his differences to the one she's with now.

And so she comes to find him, and she's silent when she takes a seat, not too close, not too far. She's here for him, if he needs it, and in her own way she understands. There is still a connection between her and Bro, even if it will never be the same between him and Dave]

Be glad you missed the rise of dystopian fiction. There was a complete oversaturation on the market a few years back.

[shenunigans]

[He tenses just a little when she sits, not because he dislikes her, but because something about her unsettles him more than he'd like to admit. He can play it off as not wanting her to get all head shrinky on him, but he doubts she'll really buy it.]

Yeah, it's the little things that really make this whole experience valuable. [He retorts dryly.] Maybe if more people read up on it they'd figure it out better.

Re: c. the commons

[arrogantalloy]

[ Tony has become something of a common sight around the commons, and along with him is getting to be the very familiar glass of one form of liquor or another.

He's ignoring 'Arena-visioN' but that doesn't mean he misses what Dave says.]

Because the acting was hammier, or because of the uniforms?

[ It'd had been years since Tony was a kid, but when he was one, school uniforms and hammy acting were always fun, but then he grew up in the 70's all acting was hammy. ]

[shenunigans]

[Because they don't keep bringing back dead people is his first response, but it's too bitter to say. He'd feel stupid the moment it left his mouth and he'd regret it.]

Are you saying the acting in this isn't hammy already? I've seen some pretty dramatic breakdowns in the month or so I've been stuck here. It's like Christmas with the extended family.

actually flipped a coin to find out which post I'd hit

[hit_girl_mindy]

Eh. I could take or leave that one. The arena doesn't exactly make those stories too endearing.

[At least, it certainly didn't for her anyway].

Didn't see you as the type to mope around though. Bad news?

professional rping

[shenunigans]

The arena doesn't make much endearing. [He shrugs, shifting a little in his chair at the question. He wants to say yes, but the laws of being sarcastic and aloof don't allow it.]

My ass hurts. [He says blandly.] That's always bad news.

D6. I make my own prompts!

[tookthewheel]

[District 6 had taken up a new unofficial resident of late, most notably when Steve Rogers was at home, not always though. Sometimes the shadow lingered even when Captain America was out.

Mostly he hid himself away in Steve's room but sometime, occasionally, he ventured out.

He was after all supposed to be eating three times a day now.

The only question was what. Having a choice could be pretty overwhelming Bucky thinks as he examines the fridges contents. He's also currently wearing a sleeveless shirt meaning his metal left arm is fully on display.

it's d9 and no probs!

[shenunigans]

[Dave had noticed the visitor every now and then, he'd be crazy not to. He didn't know Cap swung that way, but there's no judgement here. He doesn't know much about the origin story between those two since his knowledge of comics is very basic, but he figures this guy is important. Which means he's cool. Also a little intimidating.

Dave pads out into the kitchen, humming what sounds like elevator music to himself, pausing midsong and offkey to stare at the elusive metal armed man perusing their fridge.]

Not to be a buzzkill, but the AJ is mine. It's got my name on it, just saying. [And it does, in big, ugly red letters.]

whoops, I knew that;;;

[tookthewheel]

[Bucky turns his head at the sound of the humming, the space between his eyes crinkling at the poorly-carried tune, and yes he apparently still has the ability left to him to judge musical talent, and the one responsible for it.]

AJ?

[That would be helpful if he knew actually knew what this persons name was.]