[ if there is one thing that jason knows, it's how to survive without anything, naked, alone. one of his teachers did this to him; dropped him in the middle of a frozen forest with nothing and said come back. or don't. let the bears eat you in his thick siberian accent.
jason didn't particularly feel remorse when he killed that one, but talia had told him it was a bad move, on his part. still. he learned two main things from that man: how to swear in russian well enough to sound like a native, and how to survive.
he is a big man, and he's covered in scars, so first; get dirty enough that anyone who sees him will not be able to tell about the scars, particularly the nasty y shaped one on his torso. he's not ashamed, but better not to have to answer that question.
then he starts looking for somewhere to find clothes.
he'll be friendly - ish - to anyone he finds naked in the woods, but there is a certain practicality about him. he makes a fire after a couple of hours just to get his bearings, so when that happens and he hears someone: ]
Don't lurk. I don't have the time.
festival
[ admittedly, getting the collar was not part of the plan.
admittedly, the plan went to shit when he realized this isn't even on the same realm as gotham. where is a magic user when he needs one? maybe this is fucking hell, and everything leading up to this with talia was just a distraction.
still, jason knows what to do. he found clothes, a place to stay, and he's going to take advantage of the best thing he's got going for him; messy curls and big eyes. he may be a big man but he's got the baby face of someone who just turned nineteen and an inability to stop blushing that he figures he should just use to his advantage. he has a cookie. he's sitting with a fucking collar at the edge of the festival, watching people without looking like he's watching people, and he has a fucking cookie. ]
Sorry, sorry, you want me to move?
[ He affects innocence pretty well. ]
jesus christ that's a fucking spider.
[ he is not here to fuck around. he is also not here to kill spiders. he just came out and saw-
-is that someone getting cocooned? or someone already-
he can hear the screaming and a part of him wants to walk away. this isn't his problem anymore. he needs to figure out how to get home-
-jesus christ, what if it's a kid?
jason can't get away from who he was, can he? once a do-gooder, he thinks-
-there's a lot of blood on his hands.
not this time. the spider that made this isn't in sight and he's got a knife, and he hisses:]
Stop squirming, shut up, I'm going to get you out.
[ if he cuts the person inside, it really is an honest to god mistake. ]
Jason Todd | DC | wilk
[ if there is one thing that jason knows, it's how to survive without anything, naked, alone. one of his teachers did this to him; dropped him in the middle of a frozen forest with nothing and said come back. or don't. let the bears eat you in his thick siberian accent.
jason didn't particularly feel remorse when he killed that one, but talia had told him it was a bad move, on his part. still. he learned two main things from that man: how to swear in russian well enough to sound like a native, and how to survive.
he is a big man, and he's covered in scars, so first; get dirty enough that anyone who sees him will not be able to tell about the scars, particularly the nasty y shaped one on his torso. he's not ashamed, but better not to have to answer that question.
then he starts looking for somewhere to find clothes.
he'll be friendly - ish - to anyone he finds naked in the woods, but there is a certain practicality about him. he makes a fire after a couple of hours just to get his bearings, so when that happens and he hears someone: ]
Don't lurk. I don't have the time.
festival
[ admittedly, getting the collar was not part of the plan.
admittedly, the plan went to shit when he realized this isn't even on the same realm as gotham. where is a magic user when he needs one? maybe this is fucking hell, and everything leading up to this with talia was just a distraction.
still, jason knows what to do. he found clothes, a place to stay, and he's going to take advantage of the best thing he's got going for him; messy curls and big eyes. he may be a big man but he's got the baby face of someone who just turned nineteen and an inability to stop blushing that he figures he should just use to his advantage. he has a cookie. he's sitting with a fucking collar at the edge of the festival, watching people without looking like he's watching people, and he has a fucking cookie. ]
Sorry, sorry, you want me to move?
[ He affects innocence pretty well. ]
jesus christ that's a fucking spider.
[ he is not here to fuck around. he is also not here to kill spiders. he just came out and saw-
-is that someone getting cocooned? or someone already-
he can hear the screaming and a part of him wants to walk away. this isn't his problem anymore. he needs to figure out how to get home-
-jesus christ, what if it's a kid?
jason can't get away from who he was, can he? once a do-gooder, he thinks-
-there's a lot of blood on his hands.
not this time. the spider that made this isn't in sight and he's got a knife, and he hisses:]
Stop squirming, shut up, I'm going to get you out.
[ if he cuts the person inside, it really is an honest to god mistake. ]
wildcard
[ surprise me! ]