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singillatim2024-12-04 06:58 pm
ployboy) wrote in singillatim2024-12-04 06:58 pm
from enemies of mankind to their protective spirits (closed)
Who: Tim, the Bats, potential others
What: December catch-all
When: Month of December to early January
Where: Lakeside
Content Warnings: Keep an eye on thread headers (animal death, casual suicidality, past injury to start us off:)
It's been a week since-
Well, whatever, it's best to start from the beginning.
The beginning: it's dark. Not your average everyday darkness: advanced darkness. Because of this, and because of a lame(ish) leg, the trek to Lakeside takes longer than Tim would've liked. But he had been to Lakeside before (Kieren knows) and he had swapped out locks to the Blackbear resort cabin: out with the old, in with the new seemed fitting and it was always top of the lists of things to do when searching for tips for a big move.
So: new town, same darkness, same snow, new locks.
(Tim, being Tim, had been unable to resist rigging his bear traps to launch themselves to any successful intruder- boobytrapping is illegal but who gives a fuck? This is Canada.)
It's freshly December, he thinks, when he knows he's been followed.
It would be less unnerving if he didn't have the nagging suspicion of who stalked him- Tim distinctly remembers praying for a grizzly attack when his suspicion turns to certainty. But he needs to hunt, and the bo staff with the retractable blade makes for a fine spear (and after so many month of maintenance he had been unable to find a substitute for keeping the thing ready that's as effective as keeping it in use). He returns with two rabbits, dead and tied to his pack, and Blackbear cabin has yet to procure an actual bear to maim him. Tim digs out his keys to the front door, simply because he has keys to the front door, and so: suck it.
He wonders if his brothers are aware that this is what his nightmares are made of:
Jason Todd and Damian Wayne are in this house Tim's been convinced he'll be using, and Tim knows he's outgunned. He remembers the pirate Edward's cabin, had popped in there every once in a while. But it was tiny and unsafe. And this resort cabin is now very unsafe, and tiny.
(It's not tiny.)
Tim unlatches the rabbits from his pack and decides to not acknowledge-- (oh, who is he kidding-?)
"This is the worst intervention I've ever seen."
There's not even a banner.
And Tim hates himself, because he's frowning (he's always frowning) and as he lays out the rabbit to skin and dress, he can't even grasp his one knife as he turns to the yahoos and asks, loathing the words- "Is everything okay?"
What: December catch-all
When: Month of December to early January
Where: Lakeside
Content Warnings: Keep an eye on thread headers (animal death, casual suicidality, past injury to start us off:)
It's been a week since-
Well, whatever, it's best to start from the beginning.
The beginning: it's dark. Not your average everyday darkness: advanced darkness. Because of this, and because of a lame(ish) leg, the trek to Lakeside takes longer than Tim would've liked. But he had been to Lakeside before (Kieren knows) and he had swapped out locks to the Blackbear resort cabin: out with the old, in with the new seemed fitting and it was always top of the lists of things to do when searching for tips for a big move.
So: new town, same darkness, same snow, new locks.
(Tim, being Tim, had been unable to resist rigging his bear traps to launch themselves to any successful intruder- boobytrapping is illegal but who gives a fuck? This is Canada.)
It's freshly December, he thinks, when he knows he's been followed.
It would be less unnerving if he didn't have the nagging suspicion of who stalked him- Tim distinctly remembers praying for a grizzly attack when his suspicion turns to certainty. But he needs to hunt, and the bo staff with the retractable blade makes for a fine spear (and after so many month of maintenance he had been unable to find a substitute for keeping the thing ready that's as effective as keeping it in use). He returns with two rabbits, dead and tied to his pack, and Blackbear cabin has yet to procure an actual bear to maim him. Tim digs out his keys to the front door, simply because he has keys to the front door, and so: suck it.
He wonders if his brothers are aware that this is what his nightmares are made of:
Jason Todd and Damian Wayne are in this house Tim's been convinced he'll be using, and Tim knows he's outgunned. He remembers the pirate Edward's cabin, had popped in there every once in a while. But it was tiny and unsafe. And this resort cabin is now very unsafe, and tiny.
(It's not tiny.)
Tim unlatches the rabbits from his pack and decides to not acknowledge-- (oh, who is he kidding-?)
"This is the worst intervention I've ever seen."
There's not even a banner.
And Tim hates himself, because he's frowning (he's always frowning) and as he lays out the rabbit to skin and dress, he can't even grasp his one knife as he turns to the yahoos and asks, loathing the words- "Is everything okay?"