[private log] welcome to the jason-cave

[andagoodsoldier]

who: jason todd and miles morales

what: miles is finally going to meet his new roommate, who has been making scary ass noises in their apartment since thoughtformed.dreamwidth.org/1063382.html

when: after the halloween event

where: apartment west 301

warnings: uh… ruthless destruction of drywall? avert your eyes

There's been loud, obnoxious noises coming from the apartment for a few days now. It might seem like solid planning that the apartment flanking West 301 is empty but, frankly, Jason doesn't give a shit about pissing off neighbors, meaning the volume and hours of his construction project would have stayed pretty much the same regardless of whether or not someone was actually living next door.

Jason's been busy making the apartment look like someone with a sledgehammer and a grudge the size of Texas had been let loose inside (because that's actually exactly what happened.) There's crazy amounts of debris littering the floors - pieces of the wall broken off in chunks in a variety of sizes, miscellaneous tools that include the sad remains of the first sledgehammer Jason had stolen, messy bundles of cord that have been stripped from the walls, half-empty takeout containers that are just beginning to smell bad - and Jason is making himself busy adding even more to what's already covering nearly the entire living room floor.

Anyone walking in right now would see Jason beating the crap out of the wall dividing his room (yeah, he already picked his room, sucker) from the living room. He took his shirt off at some point because he's not exactly dressing for company, and he's got his earbuds in with the cords leading down to a small mp3 player in his jeans pocket. If he'd been expecting anyone to drop by his shirt would definitely be on, though, because all the scars along his upper body say very clearly, 'this seventeen year old has seen some shit'. While he's got a sledgehammer to help aid in his attack he's finding it… slightly therapeutic to just kick in certain sections with his steel-toed boots, and to the practiced eye some of the holes in the living room might be recognizable as having been made by fists.

It… doesn't look like he's actually built anything. Jason's 'plan' at this stage basically consists of 'knock shit down', and it's not immediately clear to anyone observing the chaos that he's thought it all through any farther than that.

Comments

[badtaste]

"I'm really not as small as you think I am," Miles says, matching Jason's soft tone.

Why does this keep happening!! I should probably ask Peter or Kate how to keep people from knowing you're a superhero. But - okay. All he knows is that I can fight. Just keep swimming, remember?

"Like I said, I've been in a few fights. Not as many as you. But it's not something I want to do unless I have to." He looks Jason in the eye. That means you too.

[andagoodsoldier]

That was supposed to be a threat, oh that's too fucking cute.

"Oh, nice recovery." Jason says with a sarcastic grin. He decides to back off a little, let Miles see he isn't a bad guy (okay, he can't even say that with a mental straight face.)

"No worries, shortstack." He leans back, moves out of Miles' space. "I'm just a little nervous with so many weird things going down on this island." He starts eating his noodles again, making sure to slurp as loudly as possible.

[badtaste]

Miles rolls his eyes. Jason may not be intimidated by him, but Miles has fought bigger guys than Jason before. Bigger girls, too. And he's won, even if it is usually thanks to his venom blast.

That giant girl was really hot, he thinks for a second as Jason moves away.

"Yeah, well, get used to it. They usually only last a few days, though. Before all this vampire and werewolf stuff there was a weird carnival that appeared and disappeared and then before that everybody was pirates." Miles watches Jason eat and takes a sip of water, not quite relaxed after the questioning.

[andagoodsoldier]

Jason puts his chin in his hand and waits until Miles is in the middle of taking a sip before saying casually, "You know, it's super weird how fast you managed to duck away from that sledgehammer earlier."

[badtaste]

Miles chokes on his water, distracted by thoughts of Giant-Woman. To his credit, none of it comes out his nose, but he still needs to grab a napkin from the Chinese food bag on the table and wipe water off his face before he can respond. "Dude, what are you trying to get out of me?? You were swinging a sledgehammer. I needed to move out of the way quickly. Like you said before, I shouldn't have come up behind you like that." He sounds annoyed.

[andagoodsoldier]

Jason makes a noncommittal noise. Yeah, he's done for now. He can see the kid's got some moves but his gut instinct is that he's not a threat, and Jason can live with that for the moment. He can fill out details later, if he needs to.

"Don't worry about it, kid, I'm dropping the subject." He gets up and stretches a little to work some of the kinks out of his spine. "I'm suddenly not at all suspicious about anything. Isn't that convenient."

He gives the younger boy an easy grin. "Want me to help bring your crap into your room?"

[badtaste]

Miles stands up too, not smiling back. "It's just a couple of garbage bags and a skateboard. There's nowhere to put it right now anyway." Jason's obviously onto him, but he doesn't know anything that matters yet. Miles just has to keep it cool until Jason loses interest.

"At least not until you get your remodeling done."

[andagoodsoldier]

"Well, I'm assuming you don't want bits of drywall all over your shit?" Jason asks, walking over to the pile of Miles' junk and picking up one of the bags and the skateboard.

"By the way, thanks for the food." Jason is carrying everything like it's filled with tissue paper, nimbly stepping around various floor hazards and depositing everything just inside the door of Miles' bedroom. He gives the room a critical look, toeing a messy pile of cables near his feet and pretending to be thinking to give the kid some space. He'd looked a little like he wanted to strangle Jason, which is something Jason has some strong, negative feelings about.