i was born to hold my hands up (open)

[reneger]

Who: jason todd reneger & whoever
What: downfall event prompts ; post-event happenings
When: late july - august
Where: excelsior, central city, nyc
Content Warnings: body horror, child death, child abuse, general violence, drug overdose, suicidal idealization, etcetc



prompts in the comments because.... i can.

Comments

[levelshift]

[Good god, this kid has no idea how dangerous this situation is. Instead of going straight back to the duffle bags he watches as Jason just keeps coming. His options are to dodge, knock him back with more wind, or shut his reflection off. He isn't about to do the last one and with how stubborn Jason is being the second presents risks that he doesn't want to deal with, so he's stuck with the first one again.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he jumps straight upwards. With the roof of the truck gone that offers him enough space to form four small whirlwinds at his back, allowing him to hover in the air.]

[reneger]

( he's watching accelerator's face. watching the shifts in his expressions, watching how his body moves, how the whirlwinds form behind him when he starts hovering. but since he's up and jason's down, that gives jason aim for what he was trying to do when he got here: stop him.

jason looks up to accelerator, and then back over to the duffel bags. it's choreographed, carefully. he wants to see what accelerator will do, when jason shoves hands down against the truck and uses that to help propel him up into the back of it, intending on trying to snatch the bags up himself. )

[levelshift]

[Honestly, Accelerator is expecting Jason to keep on trying to attack him. That's been his plan so far, so why stop now? That's why he's looking a bit surprised when he instead turns and goes for the duffle bags.

Seriously? He purses his lips in annoyance, remains where he is, and with another blast of wind is scooping Jason up into a miniature tornado just above the truck. He'll keep him floating up there, as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.]

Alright, brat. Enough screwing around. [He's on a time limit here, and he isn't about to spend that thirty minutes on this crime when it should only take five.] I've got better shit to be doing than humouring you.