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returnjourneylogs2022-04-17 07:15 am
theartofmadness) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-04-17 07:15 am
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just a friendly fight between dormmates
Passengers: Jason Todd & Travis Touchdown
Location: Chapel
Date: a Day or two after Theo and Travis throw down.
Summary: probably honestly a friendly spar that turns into something more intense because they're them?? but maybe not. also shitty language. because they're them.
Warnings: shrug emoji.
Just what the doctor ordered: more nightmares. Now with compounded feelings of guilt because he really didn't have enough of that. None of these things were particularly eager to be spoken about to anyone. He could feel the tension in the dorms, the weight of people's experiences, and some were more vocal about it than others. Chatting wasn't really Jason's speed, though. Physical exertion? Far more up his ally. Besides, what's done is done. Can't undo. So that's that.
He had a chance, while Theo and Travis threw down, to take a glimpse at what he'd be up against. At least until he legit fucking fell asleep during it. Didn't know Travis that well. Has some reservations about the guy, but time would tell. At least, the dude seemed to be a little more aligned with the way Jason dealt with shit. Which was to say: he didn't, until he fucking did. So, now sober again and no longer suffering from it (which was good, Jason would have 100% lost the fight immediately if they fought earlier), Todd strolls on into the chapel looking every ounce of street rat that he was-- baggy red hoodie, washed-out jeans, broken down converse shoes.
For the time being, until those doors swung open, Jason was just sippin' a coffee. Fingersraise to flick a wave his way. "Yo."
Location: Chapel
Date: a Day or two after Theo and Travis throw down.
Summary: probably honestly a friendly spar that turns into something more intense because they're them?? but maybe not. also shitty language. because they're them.
Warnings: shrug emoji.
Just what the doctor ordered: more nightmares. Now with compounded feelings of guilt because he really didn't have enough of that. None of these things were particularly eager to be spoken about to anyone. He could feel the tension in the dorms, the weight of people's experiences, and some were more vocal about it than others. Chatting wasn't really Jason's speed, though. Physical exertion? Far more up his ally. Besides, what's done is done. Can't undo. So that's that.
He had a chance, while Theo and Travis threw down, to take a glimpse at what he'd be up against. At least until he legit fucking fell asleep during it. Didn't know Travis that well. Has some reservations about the guy, but time would tell. At least, the dude seemed to be a little more aligned with the way Jason dealt with shit. Which was to say: he didn't, until he fucking did. So, now sober again and no longer suffering from it (which was good, Jason would have 100% lost the fight immediately if they fought earlier), Todd strolls on into the chapel looking every ounce of street rat that he was-- baggy red hoodie, washed-out jeans, broken down converse shoes.
For the time being, until those doors swung open, Jason was just sippin' a coffee. Fingersraise to flick a wave his way. "Yo."