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come_sailaway2023-03-04 11:22 am
pinballer) wrote in come_sailaway2023-03-04 11:22 am
Entry tags:
- critical role: cassandra de rolo,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- mcu: ava starr,
- nier reincarnation: fio,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves
memories [open]
Who: Vance and You
What: Memory share
When: Throughout March
Where: All around
Warnings: Most of these memories involve some pretty intense child abuse/child murder so please be aware of that!
i don't wanna know your name (ota)
Wherever you were before, you find yourself in a convenience store circa 1977. It's fairly busy, but the cashier seems to be keeping her eye on one boy in particular: a teen with wild blond hair playing the pinball machine in the corner of the store.
"Vance, you're gonna beat your high score!" the boy's friend says, pointing at the scoreboard.
"Of course I'm gonna do it, dumb shit," Vance says, dismissively, deep in pinball concentration, "I said I would."
Nearby a couple of other teens are getting a little rowdy, but Vance is too in the zone to notice them.
sometimes wish i'd never been born at all (ota)
Vance is laid out on an old, beat-up mattress. He's not asleep, but not quite awake, either; he's too beaten to get up and too terrified to fall asleep, stuck lying still in this creep's basement without even dreams to reprieve him.
Aside from the mattress there's nothing but grey concrete and a single, barred window, too high for him to reach. And a black rotary phone that rings sometimes although he can't hear it. His dinner, a plate of rubbery scrambled eggs and a glass of coke, is spilled out on the floor near a heavy metal door. As soon as he sees someone else in the room he shoots up and scoots back against the wall. It hurts, he's still covered in fresh welts from the night before when he was (as the Grabber called him) a naughty boy who tried to escape. But he's not quite so beaten that he can't push away the pain for the sake of survival.
"Who the fuck are you?" he says, teeth clenched and eyes wide, panting as he digs his fingertips into the wall, "Did he send you down here?"
He looks around but the door is still closed and there's no sign of the Grabber anywhere. The whole basement is soundproof so he can't be listening from outside. Then what sort of game is this, he wonders, still staring at the new intruder like a feral dog about to bite.
valhalla i am coming (closed/limited - see note)
The basement is the same. It's only been a few days, but for Vance it might as well be a lifetime. His welts have turned to bruises but somewhere deep down he knows that his time has come. If he doesn't find a way out now, that freak in the mask is going to kill him.
The thought of dying gives him a second wind despite his injuries and his hunger. He lifts the porcelain cover off of the toilet tank and starts bashing at the wall opposite the toilet with all his remaining might.
He's so single-handedly focused on his mission that he doesn't even notice someone else has appeared in the room with him.
[ ooc note: open to the people who expressed interest in the ooc plotting post, if you missed it and are interested in this prompt please PM me or message chimera#5926 and we can work something out. ]
you can check out any time you like but you can never leave (ota)
The same basement again, but this time it's empty. A thin layer of dust has settled: it's been a few months since the Grabber's last kill. The wall Vance broke is repaired now, though the plaster still looks a bit different from the rest. His only consolation in death was that the damage he did here cost that bastard a fortune to repair.
Although the basement seems empty, there is a certain presence there, despite the fact that no one's showing themselves yet.
A couple minutes pass. The phone rings.
[ note: this is the all-purposes "talk to ghost!Vance" prompt that I only thought of a few days after making the plotting post. he's still new to being a ghost and is a very confused, feral little poltergeist. ]
What: Memory share
When: Throughout March
Where: All around
Warnings: Most of these memories involve some pretty intense child abuse/child murder so please be aware of that!
i don't wanna know your name (ota)
Wherever you were before, you find yourself in a convenience store circa 1977. It's fairly busy, but the cashier seems to be keeping her eye on one boy in particular: a teen with wild blond hair playing the pinball machine in the corner of the store.
"Vance, you're gonna beat your high score!" the boy's friend says, pointing at the scoreboard.
"Of course I'm gonna do it, dumb shit," Vance says, dismissively, deep in pinball concentration, "I said I would."
Nearby a couple of other teens are getting a little rowdy, but Vance is too in the zone to notice them.
sometimes wish i'd never been born at all (ota)
Vance is laid out on an old, beat-up mattress. He's not asleep, but not quite awake, either; he's too beaten to get up and too terrified to fall asleep, stuck lying still in this creep's basement without even dreams to reprieve him.
Aside from the mattress there's nothing but grey concrete and a single, barred window, too high for him to reach. And a black rotary phone that rings sometimes although he can't hear it. His dinner, a plate of rubbery scrambled eggs and a glass of coke, is spilled out on the floor near a heavy metal door. As soon as he sees someone else in the room he shoots up and scoots back against the wall. It hurts, he's still covered in fresh welts from the night before when he was (as the Grabber called him) a naughty boy who tried to escape. But he's not quite so beaten that he can't push away the pain for the sake of survival.
"Who the fuck are you?" he says, teeth clenched and eyes wide, panting as he digs his fingertips into the wall, "Did he send you down here?"
He looks around but the door is still closed and there's no sign of the Grabber anywhere. The whole basement is soundproof so he can't be listening from outside. Then what sort of game is this, he wonders, still staring at the new intruder like a feral dog about to bite.
valhalla i am coming (closed/limited - see note)
The basement is the same. It's only been a few days, but for Vance it might as well be a lifetime. His welts have turned to bruises but somewhere deep down he knows that his time has come. If he doesn't find a way out now, that freak in the mask is going to kill him.
The thought of dying gives him a second wind despite his injuries and his hunger. He lifts the porcelain cover off of the toilet tank and starts bashing at the wall opposite the toilet with all his remaining might.
He's so single-handedly focused on his mission that he doesn't even notice someone else has appeared in the room with him.
[ ooc note: open to the people who expressed interest in the ooc plotting post, if you missed it and are interested in this prompt please PM me or message chimera#5926 and we can work something out. ]
you can check out any time you like but you can never leave (ota)
The same basement again, but this time it's empty. A thin layer of dust has settled: it's been a few months since the Grabber's last kill. The wall Vance broke is repaired now, though the plaster still looks a bit different from the rest. His only consolation in death was that the damage he did here cost that bastard a fortune to repair.
Although the basement seems empty, there is a certain presence there, despite the fact that no one's showing themselves yet.
A couple minutes pass. The phone rings.
[ note: this is the all-purposes "talk to ghost!Vance" prompt that I only thought of a few days after making the plotting post. he's still new to being a ghost and is a very confused, feral little poltergeist. ]
i don't wanna know your name
They stop as they spot Vance, walking a little closer to watch him play pinball. He's off to the side for a minute, just watching. Is this him alive? Huh. Like a real fucking teen.
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"Get me some chips or something if you wanna watch."
The tax to watch a pro at work.
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"What's your high score, then?"
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"Ninety-nine thousand. I'm gonna break a hundred today, I know it," he says, looking up at his score - nearly there - as the ball lands on a divider between safety and certain doom.
And then one of the rowdy teens barrels into the machine, sending the ball down the wrong direction. Game over. "What the fuck?" Vance shouts, glaring at the kid who just cost him his high score run. Everyone else steps back. Looks like a fight's about to break out, if he's not interrupted.
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There's a wince as the kid runs into the machine and destroys his streak. Well, that's clearly not going to end well. And as the adult in the situation, they probably shouldn't let a fight happen, but...they are also still pretty much themselves. Still, just in case, he's looking for the quickest exit in case someone calls the police or something goes wrong.
"Fight fight fight," they half whisper.
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Klaus was cheering him on so they must be willing to join the fight, right? Vance's friend isn't much for fighting and has already backed away from the situation, so it's just Vance and Klaus and the two rowdy teenagers that Vance is fighting.
Right on cue, they both rush him at once, and Vance manages to elbow one in the face but he's pretty evenly locked in a petty boyish scuffle with the other one.
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Will this make them cooler now? For fighting teenagers in a memory that doesn't belong to them? That's gotta make them cooler. Probably. "If you can get in a throat punch, go for it. Also advocate for hitting up hard with the heel of your hand at their nose.
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The other teen sees that and bails on his friend. How nice. "Oh, that was fuckin' sweet," he says, giving a sharp kick to the defeated teen.
But there's the sound of sirens in the distance. Someone's called the cops. Vance is too busy basking in the victory glow to hear them.
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“You got like a secret hideout or whatever?” That’s a normal teen thing, right? “Somewhere you go to avoid people?”
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Which they usually are. Hell, he's being truant right now but thought he could get a few rounds of pinball in with the quarters he took from the sixth graders.
And while they're already running from the cops, he may as well ask: "Can you buy beer? Friend's cousin used to hook me up but he moved."
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Who are truancy fuckers? Klaus doesn't know, but whatever. This is fine.
"Oh. Yeah. For sure. I can probably manage that for you." It wouldn't be the first time, would it?
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"You new in town, or what? I've got all the dirt on everything, I know where the cool guys hang out," he says, desperate to impress this stranger who seems willing to hook a teenager up with alcohol (and maybe some weed and a joyride if he's lucky, though he won't push it right now).
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"Yeah. Brand new in town." Which is not a lie. "That's useful information." If it's teenager information, it's probably not reliable or useful, but hey. Klaus is here to build someone's confidence, not destroy it. Even if he probably doesn't need their help. Whatever. "I'm guessing you're one of the cool guys, right?"
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Which is true, if you're a middle school student. "I won't kick your ass, though. Consider it a perk of buying me beer. Or swiping it, I don't care."
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"Oh. Thanks." They laugh. "I'd hate to have my ass kicked by a teenager." Which isn't going to happen, but it would be a lot less violent. He's still a kid.