EVERLASTING LIGHT / OPEN, SLEEPOVER AU

DARKPUP. · Oct 6th 2016

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/ tiny little kid sleepover au,,, yes.

It was kind of funny how everything seemed like a good idea when you were planning it, and then like a significantly less good idea when it was actually about to happen. Jason can't fight the butterflies crashing futilely against the walls of his stomach and chest, hands wringing and twirling in front of his chest, feet kicking back and forth where he sits. Why was he so anxious? Well, this would be the first time that he'd invited more than one person at a time to his house, and the idea of that was a little terrifying. But the person in charge of him seemed to think that it was a good idea, so Jay would... Accept it. At least try. He'd ended up inviting more people than probably necessary — if he'd at least sort of talked to them once, they were invited. He didn't know if everyone could make it, of course, but even if just a few people showed up, he'd be a happy kid.

"Jason, did you brush your hair," seems to come out of nowhere, and that would be his guardian, appearing behind him like a ghost despite being over six feet tall and way too muscular. It shouldn't be a thing. "Does it look like I brushed my hair," the child retorts, feeling like he should stick his tongue out. "'Course I brushed my hair." he pauses and stares at the door, hands still twisting nervously, rocking back and forth. "They're gonna be here soon, Win. What if it's not fun?" And the older man laughs, pats his shoulder and takes the seat next to him. "It'll be fine." Right. It'll be fine. Jason swallows again, and waits for the doorbell like the patient little kid he's supposed to be.
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human au info | updated 10/05/2016

RELATIONSHIPS: [color=white][1] [color=white][2] | ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Complicated | No Crush? | No Maybe Crushes?
· Tim's his princess and you can't change that.
· ½ Darkred [anti-salad buddies; Red/Tim]
· ⅓ Daredona [brot3; Red/Tim + Bellona]
· Loyal to a close few; Untrusting; Few Friends

PHYSICALITY: [color=white][1] [color=white][2] [color=white][3] [color=white][4] [color=white][style]
★ FACE CLAIM: JASON TODD | health: 95% | current status
— tall for his age, a little muscular but not dangerously so.
— messy, kind of fluffy black hair, rarely styled (still looks nice).
— eye color ranges from a cool grey to a pale stormy blue-grey.
— wears brown leather jacket over either general clothing or armor.
— probs only has like five shirts, but 98375 jackets (stolen by tim).
— current injuries: will add if any are relevant to the thread.

PERSONALITY: [color=white][1] [color=white][2] [color=white][3] [color=white][4] [color=white][5] [color=white][6] [color=white][7] [color=white][8] [color=white][9]
· AK Jason Todd [high; 65%], Talon!Dick [low??; >25%]
· sure he's hot, but he's also just a hot mess; watch out. probs tired.
· adaptable, charming, clever, focused, hardworking, insightful, snarky.
· protective, sarcastic, proud, asocial, paranoid, quiet, emotionally distant.

extended details

EQUIPMENT: [check references above for armor]
· [i]protection: occasionally seen in various sets of jason's armor?
· weaponry: check combat notes for full list; knives + dual handguns

INTERACTION: [color=white][combat skills] [color=white][1]
· Adequate Training | Physically Difficult | Mentally Medium-Easy??
· Will Start Fights | May Show Mercy | Capable of Killing [and might]
· Threatens to shoot you if you don't answer, then shoots you anyway.
· Attack in [color=white]bold white, [color=black]bold black or [u]bold underline.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions; my not appreciate it.

SANGO · Oct 7th 2016

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* * Sango was perhaps a year older, but attended nevertheless. She didn't originally want to go, but her mother told her socializing would be good. The raven haired girl would ring the doorbell, fumbling with a strap on her backpack as she waited.

Was this the right house?

She turned to look around, perhaps go back to the car, but her mother had already begun backing out of the driveway.

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updated 10/2/16

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HARLEQUIN ?! · Oct 7th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor= trasnparent; border: 1px solid transparent; color: silver; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana][justify] Raspbel was, what you could say, an odd duck of a child.

She was older than the rest of the children attending, but not by more than a year or two really. Most of them were around the age of her little sister, Rawberry. Raspbel's arrival probably looked much more akin to an older sibling showing up to chaperone than an actual friend. It didn't help that she held herself with an air of elegance, as most Preserves did. It was something that ran in their blood, now that she thought about it. Even her aforementioned little sister, who was about as graceful as a bull in a china shop, managed to keep herself looking relatively prim and proper.

The older sister approached Jason's front door. She had a rather cute backpack slung over her shoulders- covered in little bat motifs and embroidered with her initials (R.P.). She had a pale, pink blanket tossed over her shoulder that trailed behind her almost like a cape, not that she minded too terribly. Her own, amber-brown eyes widen a little bit as Sango comes into view. Without much of a care, Raspbel breaks into a light trot and eventually comes up behind her raven-haired companion.

"Hello, Sango!" The light-haired girl chirped out excitedly. "I've never been to one of these before! This is Jason's house, is it not?" Her head tilted to the side in a puppy-like fashion. Her family had a habit of doing that- tilting their heads when they were confused. It was another trademark of her family's ever so strange bloodline.

TAGS (UPDATED 10/04/16)

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skullcrow · Oct 7th 2016

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ORBKIT ? · Oct 7th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]By far, Ophelia was the youngest kid attending the sleepover. Her unruly black hair was forced into braided pigtails and her cheeks were bright and rosy red, battered with a nippy August breeze. Her back was fitted with a somewhat tattered backpack, one adorned with stickers, charms, and other assorted accessories that reflected the young girl's interests, such as cats and drawing and stuffed animals, as well as any kind of food she could get her mitts on. As she bounded cheerily down the sidewalk with a puffy coat covering her arms, her mouth was in a beaming, excited grin, only broken by teeth she had lost prior.

Spotting other kids with backpacks settling atop them upon a porch, Ophelia took a sudden turn and dashed up the driveway of the house, quickly stepping up the porch steps to stand beside Raspbel and Sango. "Hi!" she greeted excitedly, smells hands gripping onto the straps of her backpack securely. "This is so exciting!" she commented enthusiastically, though she was not loud, but rather in an odd, subdued anticipation that only she seemed to be able to pull off.
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tags ✧ (31/09/16)

jackskellington · Oct 7th 2016

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TAGS - updated 10/07

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