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HIGHSCHOOL // AU
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birdsbirdsbirdsThis shit has practically become its own canon so here's a post pulling it all together.
( you better run for cover; )
( you better run for cover; )
Drift Fleet // Canon
Mar. 14th, 2016 02:46 pmbirdsbirdsbirds{ continued from this thread. }
[he follows Steve willingly, padding along barefoot behind him. once he's been gestured into the room, he takes up a place not far from the door (mostly to be out of the way, since their rooms are small). his eyes start to wander along the murals as he stands there, clutching his cup to his chest.
he doesn't feel good, but he feels better. he is weak and exhausted, but the crows have stopped pecking at his eyes.]
Right now...? [he laughs again, even if it's not much more than a breathy sound at the back of his throat. he looks over the paints, trying to imagine...] Jeez...
[part of him thinks he couldn't possibly imagine enough "something good" to cover four walls and a ceiling, but another part of him speaks up first.] Birds would be nice. For the ceiling.
[he follows Steve willingly, padding along barefoot behind him. once he's been gestured into the room, he takes up a place not far from the door (mostly to be out of the way, since their rooms are small). his eyes start to wander along the murals as he stands there, clutching his cup to his chest.
he doesn't feel good, but he feels better. he is weak and exhausted, but the crows have stopped pecking at his eyes.]
Right now...? [he laughs again, even if it's not much more than a breathy sound at the back of his throat. he looks over the paints, trying to imagine...] Jeez...
[part of him thinks he couldn't possibly imagine enough "something good" to cover four walls and a ceiling, but another part of him speaks up first.] Birds would be nice. For the ceiling.
Drift Fleet // Canon
Feb. 14th, 2016 08:38 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[
the first thing he sees is the metal ceiling. the bolts, the seams. the sound of the engine churning somewhere beneath them sounds like the crooning of the dead from wherever they were buried, and he thinks he's back for just long enough to struggle upright in a half-blind, rising panic.
his heart is pounding so hard he has to blink past it, realize he's seeing his locker and the shelf above it. he picks out the shapes of that stupid bird sculpture, and the stuffed dog, and a couple of other silly things he's collected during his time on the Bloodsport.
on the Bloodsport, not in the Dragons' Underground. he clutches his chest, shivering with relief.
it's fine. it was just a dream. he's not going back. it's fine...]
robin, oh robin...
won't you... come home...
the snow is so cold...
and we're chilled to... the bone...
the trees have all died,
the children, they cry...
oh where has... our dear robin... gone.
the first thing he sees is the metal ceiling. the bolts, the seams. the sound of the engine churning somewhere beneath them sounds like the crooning of the dead from wherever they were buried, and he thinks he's back for just long enough to struggle upright in a half-blind, rising panic.
his heart is pounding so hard he has to blink past it, realize he's seeing his locker and the shelf above it. he picks out the shapes of that stupid bird sculpture, and the stuffed dog, and a couple of other silly things he's collected during his time on the Bloodsport.
on the Bloodsport, not in the Dragons' Underground. he clutches his chest, shivering with relief.
it's fine. it was just a dream. he's not going back. it's fine...]
Drift Fleet // Canon
Aug. 15th, 2015 12:33 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[another day in the fleet. another night up in space. everything's been going well. the "situation" with Jove has been handled, Michael isn't moping around like a dejected pet, and Tek isn't bothered by his mere presence any more than he used to be. he's doing good. everyone's doing good.
he snagged the bed (and Tek) a little while ago, on the heels of some bad dreams... he got calm and evened out real fast. he's just been dozing, mostly, and now he's playing with Tek's hair where it meets his neck. absent and a little doting.]
he snagged the bed (and Tek) a little while ago, on the heels of some bad dreams... he got calm and evened out real fast. he's just been dozing, mostly, and now he's playing with Tek's hair where it meets his neck. absent and a little doting.]
Drift Fleet // Dubious Canon
Jul. 18th, 2015 10:26 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[you know what? not a big fan of getting rained on. some people find this kind of thing romantic, but his light squelching into the entrance of the cave really doesn't set the mood for him. the storm set in so quickly and aggressively that he didn't even get a chance to get back to his ship before the threat of being struck by lightning was suddenly a thing--and he's not really into that, either.
so here he is. a couple of steps in and he's preoccupied with trying to fix his wet-down hair. a couple more steps, and he realizes he's not alone. the observation comes too late, as he's suddenly looking down at someone he hasn't really seen in a long time.]
...Nel?
so here he is. a couple of steps in and he's preoccupied with trying to fix his wet-down hair. a couple more steps, and he realizes he's not alone. the observation comes too late, as he's suddenly looking down at someone he hasn't really seen in a long time.]
...Nel?
Nebulous // AU
Jul. 18th, 2015 05:30 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[somewhere in unspecified time and space, a call has been made.
Robin's hanging out at his place, leaning back against the table, looking idly over the instructions on the back of a large box. "Twister". someone explained how to play this game to him while he was drunk at a bar a few nights ago, and said it was the "best thing ever"--but he thinks their explanation had more stripteasing and body shots than the box is really bothering to tell about.
anyway. he called his friends over so they could give it a try, and here you are.]
Robin's hanging out at his place, leaning back against the table, looking idly over the instructions on the back of a large box. "Twister". someone explained how to play this game to him while he was drunk at a bar a few nights ago, and said it was the "best thing ever"--but he thinks their explanation had more stripteasing and body shots than the box is really bothering to tell about.
anyway. he called his friends over so they could give it a try, and here you are.]
Skeleton City // AU
Jun. 9th, 2015 08:59 ambirdsbirdsbirds[welcome, welcome. they call it the city where "the dead" come to rest. isn't that funny?
disorienting. the tunnels are cramped. lots of people. lots of doorways. a maze of gates and windows carved from stone, built from scrap, assembled in the same way that wasps slowly build nests with their own spit. Oren's been dropped mid-level, far below the sunlight. the fans are long-since out of sight.
however he got here isn't clear, but he'll find himself in an alley. long, dark stone. light bounces in wet spots off the ground. it smells like earth and garbage. some of the windows here have things in them, like nondescript single-color curtains, or a boring family totem. some of the windows are boarded up. the "apartments" are tall, but it's hard to tell where the homes end and the ceiling begins.
there are a couple shady-looking people hanging around. scrawny guys. one of them has a young face, with dirty-bright neon hair and a gaze devoid of any brain cells. the other guy's got hollow eyes and leathery skin. they both look dirty and poor, no way around it, even with the strange cut of their clothes and the young one's affinity for spikes. there's a third figure huddled in some blankets by some crates, but they aren't moving.
the two look at him as he walks in. they pretend they didn't, a second later. but they're obviously spooked, as they go on with their inane, mumbling conversation. something about someone busting up someone's apartment over an argument. probably not important.
the streets past the alley more, but no more welcoming. most people don't come down here unless they're workers, vagrants, or too poor to go anywhere else. "Level 6", they clarify, about where the fight took place.]
disorienting. the tunnels are cramped. lots of people. lots of doorways. a maze of gates and windows carved from stone, built from scrap, assembled in the same way that wasps slowly build nests with their own spit. Oren's been dropped mid-level, far below the sunlight. the fans are long-since out of sight.
however he got here isn't clear, but he'll find himself in an alley. long, dark stone. light bounces in wet spots off the ground. it smells like earth and garbage. some of the windows here have things in them, like nondescript single-color curtains, or a boring family totem. some of the windows are boarded up. the "apartments" are tall, but it's hard to tell where the homes end and the ceiling begins.
there are a couple shady-looking people hanging around. scrawny guys. one of them has a young face, with dirty-bright neon hair and a gaze devoid of any brain cells. the other guy's got hollow eyes and leathery skin. they both look dirty and poor, no way around it, even with the strange cut of their clothes and the young one's affinity for spikes. there's a third figure huddled in some blankets by some crates, but they aren't moving.
the two look at him as he walks in. they pretend they didn't, a second later. but they're obviously spooked, as they go on with their inane, mumbling conversation. something about someone busting up someone's apartment over an argument. probably not important.
the streets past the alley more, but no more welcoming. most people don't come down here unless they're workers, vagrants, or too poor to go anywhere else. "Level 6", they clarify, about where the fight took place.]
Drift Fleet // Canon
Mar. 29th, 2015 08:51 pmbirdsbirdsbirds[he brings Tek to the cargo hold of their little ship. he's quick to go fetch blankets, pillows, extra things that he'd been sure to stock up on several stations ago. he does his best to make the poor thing comfortable, and wraps the new, half-formed body in blankets. he does so with an intense calm, a sort of emergency speed and precision that only comes with constant, low-level panic.
but it's okay now, isn't it? he crawls into the dark corner like a wounded animal, presses himself into the corner. he forgets to take his shoes off, but it doesn't matter, because he scoops the pathetic bundle of new flesh and blood into his arms and holds him close to his ribs, his heart, his breath.
listens to him. feels his uncomfortable movements. guards him without realizing how possessive and desperate he must look, his own eyes just a little too wide with the lingering fear.
it's okay now. it's going to be... okay.
he did it. it's okay.
okay.
isn't it?
the silence doesn't answer him. but the dark stays curled around the both of them and, very slowly, Robin eases his grip and starts to believe that maybe this one won't slip between his fingers this time.]
but it's okay now, isn't it? he crawls into the dark corner like a wounded animal, presses himself into the corner. he forgets to take his shoes off, but it doesn't matter, because he scoops the pathetic bundle of new flesh and blood into his arms and holds him close to his ribs, his heart, his breath.
listens to him. feels his uncomfortable movements. guards him without realizing how possessive and desperate he must look, his own eyes just a little too wide with the lingering fear.
it's okay now. it's going to be... okay.
he did it. it's okay.
okay.
isn't it?
the silence doesn't answer him. but the dark stays curled around the both of them and, very slowly, Robin eases his grip and starts to believe that maybe this one won't slip between his fingers this time.]