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

[shenunigans]

Please, Coldplay is like the contagious and infectious gift that keeps on giving. It's a reoccurring disease encoded in your DNA and fighting it only strengthens its tight, soulful clutches on your soul. In your darkest hours, when there's nobody to turn to, there's Coldplay. There. In the back of your mind. Playing on repeat.

[He finishes that up with a small nod.] I didn't see you back in the Murdersville mixer.

[seestheman]

[She's tempted to compare Coldplay to glitter, but no, she wouldn't dare. Glitter isn't that bad in comparison.]

My husband and I were trying to lay low through most of it. [She finds absolutely no shame in the fact that they spent most of their time in the arena hiding out in a house.]

I'm Clara, by the way. [Hopefully she'll find out what his name is so she stops thinking of him as Parkour Kid Who References Coldplay.]

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You have a husband? You've been leading me on this whole time? We're over, I'm out. [He takes an indignant step back, but he isn't going anywhere.]

Dave, I guess. That's what they tell me, anyway.

[seestheman]

Yes, that was my entire goal: lead on a teenager until he finds out someone already liked it and put a ring on it. All my careful planning's been ruined by a meddling kid. [Clara isn't trying to hold back her laughter. Nope. Not at all.

Her smile probably falters for just a second. This kid isn't like David, for the most part. He's older and snarkier and doesn't seem to give a single fuck about hockey. But there's a spark of something to him that makes her think of her son, and his name on top of that...well, it hurts. And it drives home the fact that she hasn't seen her son in weeks and how much she misses him.] Dave's a good name. It suits you.

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You know, Beyonce told me the exact same thing. [In his dreams, anyway. The dreams where he meets Beyonce and she lets him down gently. He's always been a realist.

He notices the way her smile falters and it confuses him, because if he hasn't scared her off by now he needs to wonder why just telling her his name would do that.] Guess I'll put a hold on changing it to Draco Skywalker for the moment.

[seestheman]

[She's slightly tempted to say "Oh?" and repeat it over and over again, just to really bring the Beyonce quotes out. But she won't because that's just a little too tacky.

Maybe she'll tell him one day. But not right now.] Good, you don't seem like much of a Draco anyway.

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Not even a little? Man, my father is going to hear about this, Potter. [He's folding his arms over his chest now and staring for a long moment before his stomach grumbles and ruins the intense stare off.]

..He says hello.

[seestheman]

Only in the hair department, maybe. [Well, it's nice to know that where and whenever Dave's from, they still have Harry Potter. It's a nice constant to be aware of.]

Well hello to him too, then. You wanna grab some lunch?

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Pssh, what do you know? [He shrugs flippantly, perking up when she mentions food. Typical teenaged boy over here.]

Hell yeah I want to grab lunch. [Eating with strangers is always a good idea.] Where we gon' go? You know there's places here where you're meant to eat with your hands? Don't order the soup.