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ataraxionlogs2012-11-25 05:33 pm
kringlefuck) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-11-25 05:33 pm
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let's play us some billiards, boys.
CHARACTERS: Jake English, Dirk Strider, Dave Strider, Dave Sprite, Raven Darkholme + anybody else who wants to play billiards or cards.
LOCATION: The bar.
WARNINGS: Striders are in this log.
SUMMARY: Jake goes cray with his mask and stuff and Striders do some things and there's Raven she's there's too and stuff occurs. /o/
NOTES: Backdated to November 15th. Starting off in prose, but follow as you please.
As much as he didn't particularly want to leave his room with his friends breathing down his back, Jake complied to the requests on the network and made his way to the bar as requested, in dire search of the billiard table they were talking about. Raven promised to be there, so that was something, and Jake really didn't know how to play billiards, but he knew he wanted to give it his best shot.. no pun intended.
He's in his jumpsuit, carrying his guns with him in their leg holsters that was strapped against his thighs. The mask of securely on his face and any temptation to take it off has completely vanished, even when he feels like he is being watched or other people are present. He's seen a few odd things, but not enough to make him want to completely remove it; it was all really exciting to him. All of the warnings the others were giving him sort of blurred in his memory, lost, as he felt a sense of change swell up in his being.
It almost felt like it was tighter on his face the more he wore it.
Eventually, the teen finds himself in the bar as he was supposed to be, possibly a few moments earlier than he scheduled. The brunette surveys the area, giving a few people there a few glances before making his way to the inviting pool table. There, he picks up the pool cue, observing it before looking at the table itself.
[[ sorry for the short, but here we go. /o/ tag as you please, no rush, just whenever we can do this. ]]
LOCATION: The bar.
WARNINGS: Striders are in this log.
SUMMARY: Jake goes cray with his mask and stuff and Striders do some things and there's Raven she's there's too and stuff occurs. /o/
NOTES: Backdated to November 15th. Starting off in prose, but follow as you please.
As much as he didn't particularly want to leave his room with his friends breathing down his back, Jake complied to the requests on the network and made his way to the bar as requested, in dire search of the billiard table they were talking about. Raven promised to be there, so that was something, and Jake really didn't know how to play billiards, but he knew he wanted to give it his best shot.. no pun intended.
He's in his jumpsuit, carrying his guns with him in their leg holsters that was strapped against his thighs. The mask of securely on his face and any temptation to take it off has completely vanished, even when he feels like he is being watched or other people are present. He's seen a few odd things, but not enough to make him want to completely remove it; it was all really exciting to him. All of the warnings the others were giving him sort of blurred in his memory, lost, as he felt a sense of change swell up in his being.
It almost felt like it was tighter on his face the more he wore it.
Eventually, the teen finds himself in the bar as he was supposed to be, possibly a few moments earlier than he scheduled. The brunette surveys the area, giving a few people there a few glances before making his way to the inviting pool table. There, he picks up the pool cue, observing it before looking at the table itself.
[[ sorry for the short, but here we go. /o/ tag as you please, no rush, just whenever we can do this. ]]
STRIDERS ASSEMBLE. And then head off like Power Rangers. SOMEONE HAD TO START, RIGHT?
When English shrugs off some of Dave's best billiards material and doesn't rise to the challenge of engaging word play, Dave finally looks up from his communicator and just watches the other two text for a bit. Then he refreshes the page and ha. Shit's classic. ]
So.
[ Waits for the other two to look up, waits for the sound of fingers flying over keys to hush. ]
You guys wanna piss on English's new face?
[ Striders be eloquent. Golden showers be their war cry. ]
pretty much
Piss Brokake? Yeah, I'm down.
[Might as well run with it while it's in action.]
Yup.
He knows that it's the mask talking, but that doesn't stop him from feeling angry that nothing he says or does can dissuade Jake from being blatantly stupid. It's really frustrating, but Dirk can't save Jake from himself. Somewhere along the line, his best friend five-ever made the important choice of not really giving a fuck about Dirk's once highly-valued advice and opinions.
The Tranquility timeline, as Dirk knows it or at least sees it right now, goes like this: Overcome by space flu, unable to save Jake on Strela, unable to save bro on Strela, unable to wake bro from coma, present completed robo-legs and -arm, disappear, unable to convince Jake to remove mask, and unable to convince Bran to remove mask. Other than the robo-legs and prosthetic arm, the rest of the timeline is Dirk striking out. And the prosthetic arm is still a rather questionable plus, given the Starks' reactions.
But a lot of that is over now, and it's time to move on. There's a new dilemma waiting just around the bend, and Dirk as a date to attend to. Scowling slightly, he slams his communicator away into his jumpsuit pocket and nods curtly. ]
Yeah, let's do this.
[ With that, the Strider Rangers ninja into the night. ]