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

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.

[rediscover]

[Anna wrinkles her nose, stepping toward him with her arms crossed.]

Far be it from me to make assumptions, but it kind of looked like you were trying to climb up there, and didn't make it.

[Of course, it's not like she's being stern or anything. Mostly, she's concerned. Also pretty amused, considering the way those baby blues are dancing right about now.]

[shenunigans]

I'm always climbing something, actually. Stairs, mountains, crippling self doubt. It's over coming this that's important, so excuse me Princess. Some of us like to live on the edge.

[He looks huffy for about a fraction of a second, but he pushes himself up off the ground and jumps to his feet. Shrugging his shoulders like he's shaking off the fall and clapping his hands together.] You're distracting me, if you weren't here I would have made it easy.

[rediscover]

Mountains? [Of course Anna latches onto that over everything else. She makes a small 'pfft' noise.]

Oh, please. I've climbed mountains! And jumped off cliffs, too. [Just one cliff actually but shhhh.] I live on the edge just as much as you, I bet!

[She gives Dave a skeptical look.]

Alright, then. Prove it! I'm definitely not buying it.

[shenunigans]

Oh, mountains? I meant space mountains. I climbed that one to the top, soared through the pitch black skies like it was no big deal [He shrugs.] Cliffs are pretty cool though.

[He pretends like the look doesn't bother him and claps his hands together, taking a few big steps backward before charging forward and jumping. This time, he grips the ledge, pulling himself over it is harder. His feet scuffle awkwardly as he tries to figure out how to go the extra mile.]

Nailed it.

[rediscover]

Anna doesn't refrain from rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on. That's ridiculous. Nobody does that." Least of all a lanky beansprout of a teenaged boy. At least, not where she's from.

She giggles into her hand, watching him struggle to push himself up. "Wow. A-plus. You're doing great." Yeah, that's right, Dave. You're not the only sarcastic one around here.

[shenunigans]

Dave won't argue her skepticism, he knows peons from the past don't think space travel is feasible. Also he knows most people think he's full of crap.

He grunts in response to her when she teases him, starting to see why Elsa likes him so much if Anna is such a dick. Finally, he hoists his skinny frame upward, heaving a sound like an elephant giving birth when he does. He smooths out his shirt and raises a brow down at her.

"You look like an ant from down here." He gives her the royal wave from his perch.

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.]

[gardienne]

Yeah?

[Eponine laughs.] I think your shade makes me look different then because I know I look bad from the tuberculosis. Have you found me one yet? Please.

[shenunigans]

What can I say? You have a certain radiance about you, I have it too, I know. [He deflects the fact that he's complimentary by being insincerely smug.]

I have. They're great, they suit you, or at least I think they do. I haven't seen them on you. [He pats himself down despite knowing they aren't there.] They're in my room. [He kicks his legs out and jumps to his feet in a sprightly manner, smiling a small smile at her.] You in the mood for a detour?

[gardienne]

You really got me some? Really?

[She's actually really surprised and thrilled.]

Are we going to get them now? From - oh. From your room... Yes. [She flashes a brief smile at Dave, but she's disappointed. She had thought he liked her, but perhaps no. Perhaps he's like so many others.]

You must show me, Sir. I do not know where your room is.

[She holds her hand out to him.]

[shenunigans]

Yeah? Of course I did. No way I'm gonna bail on it when I know you were all holed up dying of the plague. [He inclines his head to the side for a moment as he considers the best way to say he's glad she didn't actually die, but nerves get the better of him and he moves on.]

Uhuh, my room. Where I keep all my crap- and my nice things. [He nods, confused as to why this would be a problem for her, not understanding what she's thinking.]

Heck yes. [He stares at her hand for a moment before taking it almost gingerly and starting to walk her toward the suites.] Have you been feeling any better? [He recalls being asked to remind her about her medication, but he doesn't want to harp right into it, he'll try to be subtle.]

[gardienne]

Yeah... Me, I am as a cockroach. I do not die of colds, no matter how I wish it. Even without the medicine, and here, they give me so much, I am sick of it all. All I eat are little pellets of coloured powder. It is silly, I think.

[She shuts up then, keeping a fixed smile on her face. It's funny, really. He seems nervous. And yet - yet, he's taking her to his room. Is he going to be like Howard?]

[shenunigans]

Nothing wrong with being sturdy. Cockroaches will rule the world when all the squishy useless assholes die. [What a weird compliment.] The faster you get it in you, the quicker we can go out to lunch. A huge lunch. We can eat the place broke, or something. [Because he doesn't feel right taking her out when she still seems pretty frail, but he's pretty happy to hold hands for now. He's perpetually oblivious to what she could be imagining, not sensing any discomfort when he leads her into his suites and peers around before leading her into his room.]

If I'd known I was gonna have company, I'd have Mr.Cleaned this some. [He kicks an apple juice bottle under his bed, the clink it makes indicating it's not the only one under there. It's a pretty standard teen room, filled with empty soda cans and chip packets and clothes haphazardly thrown around.] You can sit down if you want, the beds pretty comfy. [He glances over his shoulder at her before he sets about searching for her present, muttering to himself.] I wanted it to be safe.. I didn't want to stand on them..

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?

MOM NOM NOM...wait no

[seestheman]

[But alas, Clara's going to continue that line of thought, considering he's acting like David during one of his "Mom, I'm fiiiiine, I can get up on my own, I'm a big kid" moments after any of the number of times he fell while goofing off or playing hockey.]

I'm good.

[Yeah, she's just going to keep that hand out to help him up.] Nothing broken, I hope.

NOT FOR EATS

[shenunigans]

[Having grown up without a mother, Dave is stubborn in the face of attempted coddling and caretaking. At least, he tries to. It's hard not to be coddled when you go around falling off things.]

That's good. So many people aren't good, y'know. Life is always holding hands in their faces when they're trying their best to be poised. [He shrugs against the ground.] My faith in myself, mostly.

Oh right, this is based on The Hunger Games, not Hannibal

[seestheman]

[It may help that Clara has years of experience when it comes to coddling. Really, she's a pro. Which is why she crouches down and balances on the balls of her feet, still with a hand out to help him up.]

In that case, how about we get you back on your feet. That might be the best place to start so you can get it back.

sometimes that's debatable

[shenunigans]

[Finally, Dave starts to feel more like an ass than he does cool. Yeah, stick it to the man, refuse to accept help. With a long suffering sigh he lifts his arm limply so she can help him if she wants.]

Nope. Crippled for life. You tried your best but you didn't succeed. [He pulls himself off the floor and brushes himself off, staring up at her curiously.] If you have a habit of saving all the floor children you're in the wrong place.

brought to you by the game that brought you romantic cannibalism

[seestheman]

[Yeah, she's just going to grab that hand and drag him up the rest of the way.]

I usually don't try to rescue all the floor children I find, just the ones who look like they need some help. Though you might be a lost cause if you're going to go around quoting Coldplay.

[shenunigans]

I'm flattered to be in that narrow category, I'd like to thank my family, my fans and President Snowbama for the opportunity. [He raises a brow when she gets the reference, almost looking impressed.]

You look me in the eye and say you haven't curled up on a bad day and cried openly with the soft croons of Chris Martin playing on repeat. [He looks defensive, even if he isn't a Coldplay man at all.]