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Bart Allen ([personal profile] outofresets) wrote in [community profile] wilderlogs2018-03-28 09:02 am

The Bored and the Restless [Open]

Who: Bart Allen and You
What: Imp's activity throughout their stay at the groups first camp sight.
Where: Melai Temple
When: All throught the week at Melai
Warnings/Notes: None at the moment, will update if nessisary.

1. General Work and Meandering

[ It's hard to catch this kid staying in any one place around the temple for too long. He can't seem to sit still or consecrate on just one objective for more than an hour or two. Often he's keeping himself busy exploring the new environment or making projects for himself, working in the kitchen cooking to the best of his abilities (mostly very watery "soup" or boiled veggies), taking spare clothing and trying to turn them in to shabby makeshift "packs" that he's happy enough to hand out. He's also taken an interest in the few Kodama in the area, following them around and watching them, and he may wander into camp with a brave one or two sitting on his shoulder or head if he can manage to coax them into it.

Group members may also end up with a peach dropping on their head when he's up in the surrounding trees collecting fruit or find him digging around for carrots and turnips, passing out some of his meagerly cooked food, or they might catch him wandering out into the woods with some of it.
]

2. Sleep Like You're Running on Speedforce Energy

[ It becomes quickly apparent throughout the week that Imp's sleeping patterns are erratic, to say the least. He doesn't sleep as often as seems healthy, and even when he does he's a light sleeper, woken up by something as simple as someone else walking too close to him.

The first night he doesn't sleep at all, and barely even tries. The second and third he gets about an hour or two of sleep and might be found taking spontaneous micro naps throughout the day on the third. More often than not he's falling asleep in the middle of one of his projects when he gets bored of them, though he might also be found curled up in odd places, particularly around the statues where the music emanating from them is more likely to lull him to sleep and keep him from being startled awake quite as easily. And the week just goes on like that. While he gets a full nights sleep once in a while, it's pretty clear nights like that are the exception to the rule for him.

Fellow night owls might find him wandering around aimlessly at night, going out into the woods the first few nights or coming up and asking if he can sit with them when he gets bored of being alone.
]

3. Can I Borrow a Cup'a Magic?

[ A lot of time is also spent around the temple and woods experimenting with his new magic powers, and anyone in camp who's shown some ability to use magic is likely to have the kid pop in on them at some point, excitedly asking- ]

Hey! Can you shoot me with some of your magic?

4. Practice Makes - Whoops sorry about that!

[ And when he's not leaching magic off of others in the group, he's stocking up on binding spells and casting them around the camp. For the time being, he's keeping it to bugs unlucky enough to be found in the temple, particularly in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he's not so great at aiming yet and seemingly has no idea how big the range for this spell actually is.

While trying to bind a stink bug, he misfires and hits someone in the room with him, sticking them in place with magic chains.
]
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-29 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sleep has been sparse on the ground for Dixon, who's still going through the unpleasant realities of detoxing from alcohol. He hasn't had the seizures associated with it - although at this point they'd almost be welcome - but he has been struggling with the insomnia, the shaking, the nausea, the pounding heart, basically everything else. His sole comfort is that Robbie healed his burns, so he doesn't have open wounds to worry about.

He's down to eight cigarettes, and he's been trying his best to ration them out. He's finally accepted that there's no convenience store that's going to pop up with beer and smokes. That when they're scouring for food and water it should be a minor concern to the group, even if it dominates all of his thoughts.

But rationing doesn't mean cold-turkey, and when the desire for nicotine finally overwhelms the desire for alcohol he heads to near the statues and lights up, which takes a moment with how hard his hands are trembling. He knows he probably shouldn't smoke inside something that's probably holy to someone, somewhere, but at this moment he's in a very fuck religion what's God done for me lately mood and he likes the music. It's weird, but calming. He's always enjoyed music.

He either wakes Bart as he finds a place in the shadows of the statues, or runs into Bart when he's already awake.
]

What're you doing over here, kid? [By now, refusing to acknowledge Bart as capable is a matter of stubbornness. He saw how Bart did with the Wheelers - he knows Bart doesn't need someone looking after him. But it's something for Dixon to do, try and keep an eye on the youngsters. It's a nice distraction.]
Edited 2018-03-29 15:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-04-01 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The kid manages to look both comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time, which is a feat to Dixon: perfectly cozy, but crumpled up like a used tissue between a statue and the wall, as if Bart were a piece of refuse someone tried to hide away with no intent of coming back for later. Dixon supposes it's not his place to judge the stuff kids these days do; if they want to sleep in corners and use fidget-spinners, it's not like he can stop them.]

Fine. My hands ain't doing shit.

[It's possibly the most transparent lie Dixon's ever told, given the way the flame from his lighter is tracing out a scribble in the night air. When he gets the cigarette lit he snaps the slighter closed and slides it back into his pocket as if everything were normal.]

Why's it easier to sleep out here? You one of those people who needs noise machines to get to bed?
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-04-02 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't respond to the disbelieving look. He looks away instead, suddenly very artificially interested in a chip on one of the statues.

The flame vanishes as Dixon finally gets his cigarette lit, replaced with the dull orange ember flaring up and then dimming when he takes a drag. He really holds it in his lungs, savors it. He's not going to have many more of these.
]

It's a machine that makes noise. And I'm smoking a cigarette.

[These both seem like really obvious answers, and if Dixon weren't in an agitated mood from the withdrawal he'd probably try to sound less grumpy about it. He's needed things that seem obvious to others explained to him enough times that he knows it can sting. 'Idiot', 'stupid', they can stick with you a while, even if they're accurate. Especially if they're accurate. He backtracks a little, not knowing whether it's anything that'll land particularly hard for Bart but playing it safe anyway.

He's trying to be a better person. He thinks it's probably a bad sign that he keeps having to remind himself to do that.
]

I mean, I've never actually had a noise machine. I've heard of them, though. It makes white noise, like breeze sounds, oceans that kind of thing. Sort of like what you're doing here.

[He takes a long inhale. If he had any to spare, he might offer Bart one - he was probably around the same age when he picked up the habit.]

You always been a light sleeper?
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-04-07 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
You'd think, but I guess people will spend money on anything, especially if it makes them feel good. [As if he hasn't thrown away several years' salary over his life on alcohol and cigarettes. He leans against one of the statues, fidgeting a leg a little as he stares up at the ceiling. He can feel his heart slamming away inside his chest, way too fast and way too loud, as if it were fueling the way he's shaking.]

And now we're probably going to be doing a lot all the time. Hell, we'll be doing a lot just to keep ourselves fed. [Dixon has not been a particularly helpful team member when it comes to getting food; he's managed to bring home a few handfuls of fruit and some kind of root vegetable he all but tripped on, and he's not very good at the laundering or basketweaving or whatever else they're supposed to be doing. He's felt he's been expending everything he can just not drowning himself in the river or snapping at someone and murdering them with his bare hands.

But God, he should be pulling his weight more. It shouldn't be on sixteen year-olds to feel strung out because the adults got no follow-through.
]

But, you know, if you're a light sleeper because you're jumpy something's going to get you, that's what everyone else is around for. I don't think anyone would let anything happen to you. [It's his way of trying to be comforting, if only because comforting someone else takes his attention off himself. There's no way for him to comfort himself when the answer is booze. But he can maybe do something for someone else.]

You need me to be quiet just tell me.
Edited (sorry idk why I can't write words right) 2018-04-07 06:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-04-23 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[He smiles back, just as small, equally appreciative.

He's relieved that Bart's alright with talking, because he's desperate to occupy himself somehow. God, he does not want to be alone with his thoughts, and he's rapidly running out the patience of everyone else here, it seems. He doesn't blame them, given that he's pretty sick of himself at this point, too, and hasn't exactly shown that he's about to be useful in this whole ordeal. He's the definition of "dead weight" here, sick, detoxing, cranky dead weight.

So Bart's outright doing him a kindness, even if the kid doesn't know it. Dixon knows it. He feels a swell of gratitude and goodwill, relief, even, as just like that Bart crosses into someone Dixon likes. Someone to talk at and be concerned about.
]

So where are you from? We're a little outnumbered here by all the Northerners. [He takes another long drag, fidgets some more, runs his hand absently over the the smooth burn scars and the new texture there.] I'm from Missouri. Ebbing. One stoplight.
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-04-26 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know Keystone. Might have been riding through it right before I got here, though. Would have been right around the border. [He tips the cigarette to ash it. He at least knows where most of the towns are along the interstate, on account of going to Topeka a few times, but Keystone doesn't ring a single bell.] We were on our way to Idaho, which, for the record, I never been to before.

[There are a lot of places he hasn't been. He has a sudden realization that he may never see them now, that they probably don't exist here. It's not like he wanted to see Atlanta or New Orleans, but he feels a bit wistful that the option no longer exists.]

In Ebbing? I mean, you got J. Arthur's, which is where people go if they want to do anything fancy. But as far as stuff you can get just passing through there ain't much. And you don't really pass through it anyway, on account of it being tucked back there on its own.

[Even unable to find any common location, there's a certain camaraderie in laying out their lives like this. It's like two people trying to put together a puzzle, not in terms of solving things but in terms of the trading back and forth of pieces, of trying to match things collaboratively. Enough of a framework for them to be on the same page, even without anything that lines up yet.

He does notice Bart looking at his face.
]

It's alright now. Sorry I went off on you a little when you asked earlier. That Robbie kid healed it up best he could. [He takes another drag.] I never planned on entering Miss America anyway.
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-06-26 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Not so far as I know. [He does know of the Flash, but not in the context Bart does. Dixon's Flash is locked within panels and stapled paper. It's not something he wants to tease out with Bart now; the multiple universe thing is way too much for his mind to handle right now, battered as it is with detox, nicotine withdrawal and just the general disorientation of waking up on a magical quest.

He takes a few drags of his cigarette to buy himself time while he tries to dig up an answer to Bart's question. It's an innocent question - why the hell are you going to Idaho? - but the real answer, for obvious reasons, is one that's gotten mixed responses from people. People tend to at least react, one way or another, when you tell them that you were on your merry way to blow someone's brains out.

On my way to a stranger's funeral.

The pause between Bart asking and Dixon answering starts to sag with how suspect it's becoming, so he fumbles for some words to buoy it back up.
]

Needed to get out of town for a while and we decided to go to Idaho. [It's not untrue. There wasn't much left for him in Ebbing, and a journey that was either going to end with him dead or in jail seemed much preferable than slowly drinking himself to death under the weight of depression and shame and unemployment and trying to pay back a bunch of medical bills to the burn unit.]

No, it wasn't you. I just get pissy sometimes. Nothing to do with whatever effect you got on people. Who told you that? [He sounds a little offended on Bart's behalf.]
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-03-30 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bart startles Simmons and he jolts a bit. ]

I'm- Um-!

[ It's just one of the teenagers. Okay. ]

That's... kind of not how magic works, I don't think?

[ So far, nothing Simmons can work with does any kind of shooting. ]
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-04-01 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay it's not how my magic works, it's not... shooty?

[ He eyes the kid, uncertain. ]

I guess I can... try? It's not like anything I do hurts anybody.

You want to see if you can absorb it too?
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-04-02 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ This kid is worrying him. All of these kids are worrying him so far. ]

It's easiest if I'm touching whatever it is?

I mean, I was making light chains to trip those guys with the wheels, but touching stuff to do lights and healing? That's a lot easier.
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-04-09 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
I just... well, I kinda just do it.

[ Simmons mulls over how to put it. ]

I look and I concentrate, I guess.

I'm not even sure how you'd absorb that.

[ Is the kid worrying him? Yes. Is the kid also managing to push back that worry into curiosity about how this all works? Also yes. ]
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-05-08 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean, I guess.

[ Simmons puts a finger and thumb to his jaw. ]

Worst that could happen is your arm just starts glowing, right?

[ Probably? ]
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-05-09 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ This is maybe a bad idea, but scientific curiosity presses on. Simmons puts his hand on Impulse's forearm and...

He doesn't really have a concept for what he's doing, somehow telling the part of his consciousness that does magic to make the light thing happen. He needs to get a better grip on that, it's kind of hard. ]
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-05-10 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Um.

[ Either Simmons didn't manage to make the glowy thing happen, or he did and the kid absorbed it.

He knows which version of events he hopes it is.

Simmons scoots toward one of the statues along the wall, pointing. ]


Here. Grab a statue. Think... lightening thoughts at it?

[ He's helping. ]
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-06-25 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Alright, alright, give me a second.

[ He's not used to doing it a lot. Simmons puts his hand on the kid's shoulder and does that pressing-against-the-part-of-his-brain-that-does-magic-now thing again. It's slower this time, and a little harder. ]

Alright, but that's all I got for now. I'm not going to give myself some kind of blinding headache even if it is for science.
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-06-25 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Simmons backs off, nodding. ]

...Now I'm just imagining all the ways we're gonna need it and I don't like any of them.

[ Fuck the dark. Simmons shakes his head. ]

And you're welcome?

[ He's... not used to people telling him thanks. That was neat. ]
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[personal profile] technomagic 2018-04-05 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sean's out and about during the night as well, sweeping around the temple and surrounding areas in his big ol' black cape. He's still casing out the temple, and he always benefits from finding out the nooks and crannies of a place in case he needs to make a hasty escape.]

[Right now he's nestled in the hollow of a sturdy tree branch just outside the entrance, cape hanging down, like a wannabe Batman. No, wait, that's his brother. Like a wannabe Shinigami. Not really making an effort to hide, but not announcing his presence either.]
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[personal profile] konman 2018-04-07 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[When Kon wakes up in the middle of the night, Bart's not there. It worries him at first, but he tries to keep calm. Maybe he's just wandering around, unable to sleep.]

[But after he slips his boots back on and slips away from the others to look around, he can't find Bart anywhere in the temple. With the uncertainty of their situation - and Bart's lack of speed - that worries him more than it normally would.]

[So Kon goes outside. After he leaves the door of the temple, his eyes shift back to normal, and he searches around pensively in the moonlight, trying to find his friend in the nearby woods.]

Bart? Are you out here?
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[personal profile] fiteclub 2018-04-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Anita's been in the mentioned temple not even ten minutes, exploring and getting her bearings on the general floor plan when, suddenly, she finds herself unable to move. Magic chains?]

What in the-?

[Looks like tugging isn't going to work here.]
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[personal profile] fiteclub 2018-04-17 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
I'm back? I was never gone! I just barely got here.

[Except thinking to taller, hulking older Kon and sharper Tim... this could be time travel stuff again. Even though Impulse really doesn't look that much different.]

Actually, you know what? It's probably not a good idea to tell me. The last big thing we dealt with before I got here was Secret- Greta- going berserk.

[She tries to move a bit, to no success.]

Mind letting me go?
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[personal profile] fiteclub 2018-04-18 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. [She moves a few steps, just to check and make sure first, before stopping.]

Really? [Is everyone she knows here further ahead in their timeline? It's starting to look that way. And probably a better idea to not ask how long 'awhile' is in that context.] Huh.

I'm guessing the change in powers has to do with the surprise chains?

[And the fact that he isn't zipping around like he usually does.]
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[personal profile] fiteclub 2018-04-21 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The Fastest Boy Alive, a magic sponge. That's definitely a big shift in abilities.]

I think mine's the same. I haven't felt any different since coming here.

[Of course, there's a good chance it's because she wouldn't be able to tell right off the bat, but if it changed, there'd have to be some tell, right?]

Is that all you can do?
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[personal profile] fiteclub 2018-05-27 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess I should be relieved that wasn't the one you were trying, huh?

[She shrugs her shoulders back, and crack her neck to the side before her expression grows a bit more serious.]

Mon, I can't tell you what to do, but it's probably not a good idea to practice where you could accidentally hit other people. Outside might be a better idea, yeah?

You can't always tell what's gonna happen with magic.

[There are risks, and then there are risks.]