𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

Citta affiliated roleplay for Jim Hawkins from Disney's Treasure Planet. Housing: Q-2 Rank: nobody Inventory: (1) BB gun Joined: 1/18/18 IM's, asks, and replies are welcome!

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that throwaway teen

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wildberryoras:

     THE earring. The hair. The stance. There’s no need for Star Platinum to use his enhanced vision to pick apart this kid. He knows what kind he’s giving a once-over.

Sour resting expression in place, he nods his head toward the end of the street, waving for him to follow as he continues to float one. Albeit, it’s at a much more leisurely pace now that he might have company. Star Platinum can piece together what happened well enough knowing the snobbery that plagues the restaurants in this Sector.

Long hair flowing behind him like an aurora boris, he silently goes on for a few blocks until they reach a green painted door he wrenches open. He’s much more careful about closing it after he ducks inside. Creatures of all sorts bustle about in aprons matching the color of the door with a cherry insignia on the breast, putting food into bags to be shipped out to customers. Star Platinum doesn’t pay them any mind while he’s on a mission. He leads Jim to the back breakroom where there’s hot and ready to eat soup and sandwiches.

Another wave in invitation to get him to eat. Stands not needing to eat means there’s at least one lunch here going to waste.

*:・ﾟ☆

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Jim turned to glance at the bigger man and saw the hand motion to follow him. Dubious at best, the teen turned his head to look all around him, soon noting that almost no one else was nearby and the safest bet would be to actually follow the man.

He dropped his arms to his sides and gulped, walking forward and following the stranger to who knows where. He didn’t say anything during their short walk, partly out of fear of offending the man’s good graces and partly because he didn’t know what to say.

Flabbergasted when they entered the building, one which he ducked quickly inside as if waiting too long would expire his invitation, Jim widened his eyes due to the sudden change in atmosphere. All kinds of people congregated here to eat and chat, served without bias, and clearly happy to be there. This was what he was used to---this was the closest thing to home he had seen since coming to the city.

Stunned by the welcoming atmosphere and by memories of home, he almost lost sight of the man who led him here. Thankfully his stature made it easy to spot him entering a smaller room, a room which Jim ducked inside after a short nod of his head. He was salivating and sniffing the air immediately, honing in on one of the freshly made sandwiches. While his instincts told him to grab the sandwich and scarf it down, he managed to stop with his arm an inch away from it and look back at the stoic stranger.

“Can I?” he asked in an uncharacteristically meek tone, already pulling his arm back to his side to prove his manners. It was the least he could do when a stranger was offering free food, although now that he thought about it, he cocked his head to the side. “It’s not poisoned or anything? Okay, not like you’d admit it if it was...”

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what’s it gonna be?

@baddestdangerboy

Hard-spoken obscenities and grunts filled the square as five men circled each other, shouting out their lungs until they felt raw. It had been going on like this for nearly an hour, the group engaged in a heated argument, and not one of them thought to take a breather---or at least throw a punch. Most of the sideline gawkers had left long ago, probably bored by the lack of violence and bloodshed. Jim, however, stayed leaning against a wall opposite the rowdy bunch.

He’d seen many bar fights and street brawls over the years, although his teenage curiosity had him wondering how this fight would end. Only a few onlookers remained on the sidelines like him, most notably a red-haired teen who looked about as bored as Jim felt. 

“At this point, I’m just here out of curiosity.” he said to the teen to his left and shrugged.

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thexj9:

@stellasurfer

“This place sucks,” Jenny muttered as she stomped over to the bench, each step making a loud metal clanging noise. First they took away all her weapons and abilities, then they limited her flight, and now they had the audacity to put a barrier around this stupid city. Being able to fly around the entire world in 80 seconds was cool until that meant slamming into a wall so hard one of her pigtails snapped right off. 

She threw herself onto the bench, lifting up the broken pigtail in the completely useless hope that maybe she’d have some solution to fixing it. It was dented at the top and she hadn’t been able to find the screw that went with it so she couldn’t put it back on. Not that she knew how to fix it even if she did have the screw. Besides, it wouldn’t work well with how dented it was - there was no way it could stabilize her when flying.

She tossed it down next to her, sighing as she slumped forward. It was supposed to be easy to get out of this place, but so far none of her ideas had panned out, she didn’t have anything to defend herself or others with if needed, and she couldn’t even fly now. She was waiting for the train! At least last time she’d taken a train it had been on Cluster Prime and she’d been with friends. In other words, it had been fun. This was annoying and frustrating and she wanted to go home.

“Hey, is that---?” Squinting at the sight before him, Jim tried to comprehend what he was seeing. A robot, it seemed, and a pretty banged up piece of equipment dropped next to her. His face went through an array of expressions in mere seconds before settling on furrowed brows and a half-frown directed at the robot. If his hunch was right, this robot could probably use his help and expertise.

Jim inched towards the partially occupied bench and wordlessly asked to sit down, continuing with his half-formed statement from earlier.

“Is that broken? Your uh... hair... thing.” Just because he had met robots in the past didn’t mean he knew an etiquette to addressing their specialised parts. But soon enough, a tentative smile appeared on his face. “Can I see? I won’t take it or anything, I’m just curious.”

“I used to fix things like this all the time. Well, not this-this, but I know my way with repairs.”

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in need of assistance

@apersurewhynot​

Sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, Jim tinkered with metal parts using a soldering iron he bought two days ago. While the metal was hot and dangerous, the real cause for concern was the lack of parts to upgrade his BB gun into something better. Fixing the gun was not a hard task in itself, but upgrading it into a laser gun gave way to a few challenges.

He certainly wasn’t expecting someone to come looming over him either, casting a shadow over his work and forcing him to turn off the soldering iron. Now, the normal passerby didn’t bother him much, not even when they slowed down to check out his work. He was used to drawing curiosity from folks, just not the judgemental kind.

He looked up at the admittedly intimidating figure and raised his eyebrows, gesturing to the machinery work on his lap and dully asking, “Do you mind?

[affectionatetea]

i did this for a zine a while ago that ended up not happening, and completely forgot to post it! I love Treasure Planet a whole lot, it’s one of those movies i rewatch regularly and never get tired of

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batsheir:

   His arms were crossed as the other spoke, Damian’s expression becoming noticeably colder at the mention of personal experience on dying. It wasn’t exactly something he took habit to sharing, especially to some kid who didn’t look to be much older than himself. Indeed, it was something he didn’t like to remember if he didn’t have to, and so the half-question chafed. But, he had decided not to lie, hadn’t he?

   ❝ Not in this place. ❞ His voice was somewhere between chilly and antarctic. ❝ But yes. If you must know. ❞ At the other’s next statement, though, the Boy Wonder quirked his mouth into something that could almost be called a smirk. ❝ If you don’t believe me, you could always die. See for yourself. I’m sure it will turn out fine. ❞

That dampened the mood quickly.

Try as he might, Jim could barely conceal his surprise. He noticed the detachment as the boy openly admitted his close relationship with death and in response, his body deflated. He was seriously unprepared for this kind of conversation.

“Hey, I didn’t mean---” he stopped himself short by cursing under his breath, likely saving his dignity in the process. What was he going to say, that he didn’t want to know? Not the best answer coming from the boy who asked in the first place. 

Scratching at his head, the teen tried for an amicable expression. “So, I think we got off on the wrong foot. How about a do-over?” he asked before offering his hand to the other. “The name’s Jim. You?”

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oooh boy, sorry for the lapse in activity! i’ve been busy and haven’t had time for (non-academic) writing 8( i will try to answer all my replies and finish those the few starters i owe---stay tuned

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PRIDE

PRIDE  What is your muse’s biggest flaw?

Funny that Jim’s biggest flaw is also one of his best qualities—he’s often guided by his emotions.

By this I mean that his emotions are so powerful, he can’t help but act on them. When he is angered, he lashes out; when he’s excited, he’s reckless; and when he cares for someone, he cares so deeply, he’ll do anything to make his loved ones happy. This includes risking his life—sometimes unnecessarily—to protect someone. It means he’ll pick a fight with someone after a disagreement. His passion can cause issues but it’s also one of his defining features.

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“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.

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sheriff--cait:

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”

XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

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a few life lessons

@intangiblepryde​

“Is it so wrong to think there’d be mechanical parts outside an auto repair building?” he spoke in the direction of the sky, knees resting on a cold pavement littered with trash. Every time he caught a whiff of the spoiled food surrounding him, his nose wrinkled as if he could keep out the smell. Too bad the smell was brought about by his own curiosity and desperation for scrap machine parts. Worse yet was the lack of anything useful out of an entire dumpster’s worth of garbage.

After he raised a hand to his face, the teen wiped at his sweaty forehead, unknowingly smearing grime on his skin in the process. He couldn’t believe that in over two hours of rummaging through strangers’ discarded items, there wasn’t a single cogwheel to be found. 

He grabbed in one hand a used candy wrapper from nearby and crushed the foil in his fist, soon throwing it far from where he knelt. When it hit a puddle, he muttered a sarcastic, “And Hawkins scores a goal.”

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theboywhokeepsonliving:

not sure if I should describe myself as a bundle of stress or a bundle of sass

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batsheir:

   At that Damian tilted his head, a single eyebrow raised. He contemplated lying, for the other boy’s sake, but, really, when has he ever sugar-coated anything?

   ❝ You can’t die here. ❞ Straight-forward and crisp, no corners cut. ❝ If you die, they bring you back to life. It’s how this place is. You can’t stop it. ❞ Take it from someone who has died and come back.

Before the younger boy could even finish his first sentence, Jim let out a long sigh and shook his head. This kid was definitely not taught how to comfort other people. 

“Don’t tell me---you know from personal experience.” It wasn’t a question so much as an affirmation. He didn’t want to believe the nonsense coming from the other’s mouth, so he crossed his arms and balanced on the heels of his feet. “You can’t seriously expect me to take this at face-value when I don’t even know you.” 

He may be a supremely lousy situation, but his fingers were crossed for some normality.

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that throwaway teen

@wildberryoras​

The sound of a boot kicking a wooden door open was loud, and yet it did nothing to prepare Jim’s ears for the sudden rush of street traffic he was subjected to outside. Not that he was in a position to complain, considering he was about an inch off the ground and getting hauled out by the collar of his jacket. 

Unsurprisingly, no amount of wiggling helped him break free from the security guard’s hold, but it wasn’t long before she tossed him onto the sidewalk and left. 

Landing on now-scraped palms, Jim lifted his head to shoot back, “Yeah, well I hope Rholboh enjoys their 'nuisance-free’ meal!” He waited for the familiar sound of a door being slammed shut before pushing himself from the ground, unintentionally hissing at the pain from his injured palms. 

It could have been worse, he told himself after glancing around and laying eyes on a stranger even bulkier than the guard who threw him out of her diner. 

Not wanting to start any more trouble, Jim turned away as soon as the man glanced back at him. He curled his arms against his chest in a defensive posture, although he only ended up looking more like vulnerable.

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batsheir:

        ❝ Give thanks. At least you’re not dead. ❞ Oh yes. He is a master at this.

“Please tell me bringing back the dead isn’t something you do around here. I can’t deal with interdimensional kidnapping and necromancy in one day.” His impending mental breakdown is going to come sooner than he thought.

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witch-of-origins:

“mmm, that. and you’re in at a peaceful time. We had a really bad earthquake and meteor shower a few days ago! So, Maria can help you find out where you’re meant to be staying!”

The child did look a bit put out at the refusal of the candy. The little ribbon was undone and she popped three chocolate bits into her mouth without a second thought.

Jim’s lips set in a grim line, although he looked to the side before the girl could see his negative reaction. Sure, he escaped death who knows how many times in the last few weeks alone, but his spine still tingled at the thought of quakes and falling meteors. He was thankful that at least the girl was honest with him.

With one hand in his coat pocket, he felt for the key he’d been given upon arrival and wondered if he had his own room wherever he was boarding. “Sounds like a nice place.” he joked to lighten the mood. 

Turning his face back to the girl, he asked, “I take it you’re Maria? I’m Jim.” He took the key from his pocket and twirled it around his index finger, his head tilted down to Maria while he gave a cool reply. “I guess I could let you drag me around. It’s not like I have other plans.”

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batsheir:

        ❝ It only gets worse from here. ❞ Very nice. Very comforting.

“Thanks, that’ll help me sleep tonight.” Jim had a feeling this guy was fluent in sarcasm.