Locked in a Room

[dishevelment]

Who: Everyone stuck in Pride HQ
What: This load of crap.
When: Nov. 1-5
Where Pride HQ
Warnings: Pg-13 minimum because Carnies. Tag if it gets over that.


Everyone got the same call-- and now we're all stuck in HQ with no hint of release in sight.

The reason? No one knows.

How are you coping?

Comments

anytime between the 2nd and 5th

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie ends up getting "lost" a lot too, although given how strung-out he looks he...might actually be lost for realsies. Whatever the reason for his being in this particular corridor at this particular time, he rounds a corner a little too fast without watching where he's going and ends up plowing right into Terry.

[He's not as gracious about this as he probably should be. While the look he gives Terry isn't exactly hostile, it's not apologetic either, and in fact seems somewhere along the lines of "why were you standing where I was trying to walk." He frowns faintly.]

...hey, watch it.

[traumatizing]

[Wow, okay. Terry frowns right back in response and moves a little, as if to let Jamie pass. He's not exactly hostile either, but his tone is hardly forgiving.]

Maybe watch where you're going.

[mildwildchild]

[Some of that distracted not-all-here vibe filters away, and Jamie's frown gets just a little more deliberately unfriendly.]

It was an accident. I didn't know you owned this part of the hallway.

[traumatizing]

Seriously? [Terry raises an eyebrow and scoffs.] It's just some advice, calm down.

[mildwildchild]

I'm calm. [Totally calm. Look how calm he is, Terry.] You want me to get upset? I can get upset.

[traumatizing]

I don't really give a shit what you do. [SHRUG. Is the dismissive attitude helping.] I just thought, if you don't wanna go walking into people? Maybe pay attention once in a while.

[mildwildchild]

[The dismissive attitude is totally helping. It is helping him work up a good head of rage.] Well I'm paying attention now. You want my attention? You've got it. [Which he demonstrates by getting maybe just a skosh totally up in Terry's face.]

[traumatizing]

[He doesn't move either way, it's not like someone getting in his face is new for Terry and they tended to be a good deal bigger than Jamie. Teen goths represent.]

Are you for real? [He is genuinely perplexed by how one person can be so angry and deliberately obtuse.] Are you really this desperate for a fight?

[He's a lot more amenable to throwing down than he's acting, he'd just prefer for someone else to start it.]

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie couldn't really give Terry a definite answer on that one, even assuming the question hadn't been rhetorical. Maybe he is itching for a fight; maybe he just wants something physical to vent his aimless anger and frustration on, or something definite to feel upset about. He can't really say. So he does the next best thing and just...blusters some more.]

I'm ready if you are, jerk. [Jamie you are not ready. You will never be ready.]

[traumatizing]

Alright.

[Terry pauses to take off his rings and shove them in his pocket (he's not in that much of a bad mood) and gestures broadly. Although the whole "you first" thing might prove to be a mistake, Terry weighs basically nothing.]

[mildwildchild]

[HAHA Jamie doesn't even wear sissy jewelry to take off, Terry! +1 manhood point for him.]

What, you too scared to take the first shot?

[...he says, and backs it up with his most devastating attack: a sad shove.]

[traumatizing]

[...Wow.]

[If this is all Jamie has, Terry may well feel too bad to actually hit him. He sways on his feet at the shove and squints, somewhat confused.]

[Deadpan:] Terrified.

[mildwildchild]

[...okay Jamie may suck at fighting but he knows when he's being made fun of. This does succeed in making him angrier, though, so...good job?]

Fuck you! [He tries for a punch to the gut. Considering that he is sort of new to this whole fighting-for-reals thing, it's probably weak and crooked and way off-mark.]

[traumatizing]

[It hits hard enough to make Terry move back a bit with a quiet grunt, (is he annoyed or is it pain? It's both!) but it's not enough to really do anything and Terry immediately retaliates by swinging for Jamie's face.]

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie tries to flinch away from this when he sees it coming, but despite being pretty nimble otherwise he can't quite evade it completely, and Terry's fist slams into his temple. Jamie reels back, head ringing.]

Ahhh, fuck! Shit, fuck!

[It's almost as though...Jamie's never actually been punched in a fight before.]

[traumatizing]

[Is this... Is this real life. Jamie's reaction straight up kills the aggressively angry bad vibes Terry had going, and he leans forward a little to try and get a look at Jamie's face.]

Are you okay?

[Dumb question to ask someone you just punched in the head, but he's concerned okay.]

[mildwildchild]

Jesus fuck what the christ -

[Jamie is still clutching the side of his head in pain, and when he sees Terry looming in closer he manfully tries to fend him off by...making this half-swatting, half-pushing motion in the general direction of Terry's face.]

I'm fine! Fuck off!

[traumatizing]

Shit--! Alright, Jesus.

[He backs off, putting his hands up in surrender, but he's still watching to make sure he didn't accidentally do some kind of damage or something. He doesn't think he's strong enough for that, but you never know.]

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie takes his hand away from his face and looks at it as though checking it for blood. If he's surprised there isn't any, it doesn't show.]

I don't need your pity, man! [Jamie did you really just say that.] Fine, you win. You proved your point. You're the boss. Are you happy now?

[Who wouldn't be happy winning a fight against an angry midget with one punch? Seriously that must be some kind of record.]

[traumatizing]

[Could he roll his eyes any harder? He's worried about the guy, but what's with the attitude.]

Come on, they'll have ice at the bar.

[mildwildchild]

Why are you being all nice all of a sudden? [This comes out sounding less aggressively hostile than any of his previous comments. More sullen and unsure, like Terry's playing some angle here Jamie can't figure out.]

[traumatizing]

I'm pissed off, not a dick.

[How does one diplomatically say "I wouldn't have punched you if I knew you had no idea what you're doing."]

[mildwildchild]

No, you're a dick. [Again, sounding more sulky than genuinely mad, almost as though Jamie maybe accepts that he brought this on himself. He gestures defeatedly, letting his hand drop back against his thigh with a slap.]

Fine, whatever. Where's the bar.

[traumatizing]

[Terry snorts, but he doesn't argue, turning instead to lead Jamie to the bar.]

If it makes you feel any better, my hand really hurts.

[mildwildchild]

You're tougher than you look. You hit a lot harder than Maxxie. [Not...that Maxxie actually hit him, so it's kind of an unfair comparison.]