03-29-2017, 05:23 PM
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"]It's with a psychopath's nonchalance that Tim deals with any sort of rebuttal, because yeah, okay, it's his fault, and yeah, okay, Bell's just thrown him under the bus, left him to somehow manage to fend off a disapproving stare, but is he particularly sorry about it? Is he sorry at all? Bellona is a very easy student to manipula uh, teach and with her dogged determination and his simple desire to make this trek a little less boring, it was only inevitable that his mind'd hatch a plan as utterly ingenious as the one to slowly drag Jason into madness through the medium of hummed children's songs. It isn't very mature, but then again, one could argue that Tim himself isn't very mature, and dammit, he's going to milk every drop of entertainment out of this. He's tired, he's sore, and there's a heavy, leaden weight on his back, pain gradually diffusing through his veins; if he's going to suffer, then so is Jason. Tim's blaming the entire excursion on him, anyway. This is just revenge.
"It was Tim making the noise," Tim mimics, tone much lower than usual, as though Bell has the voice of an extremely manly.. man. "You're a noise, Bell. Not even a nice-sounding one, either." It's a shit insult, but the abstract nature of it makes it all the more scathing or something like that. Keep telling yourself that, Tim. "And hey, c'mon, my voice isn't that monstrous." Is it? It probably is. He doesn't actually know when the last time he sang was, but he's pretty sure that anybody can tell that the humming came from more than one person. "That was totally a duet." Blue eyes shift towards Jason, then, and Tim clicks his tongue. "You getting bored? Want us to spice it up a little? How about a bit of Marvin Gaye?" Not that he expects the heathen beside him to know who that is  she did crawl out of a sewer, after all  but it's she's learning. He's proud.
[spoiler=(UPDATED MARCH 29TH)]& Timothy Jackson Drake / Will Respond to "Tim" / Accepts other Pet/Nicknames
& Cis? Trans? Wh? Male / Prefers Male or Neutral Pronouns / Not Really Picky
& Assumed Bisexual Biromantic / Blatant Male Pref / Monogamous?? What Is He
& DOB: 19th July / About 16-17 Years Old / Unknown Parents; Both Deceased
& ½ Jaytim  OTP?? with Jason | ⅓ Daredona  (BR)OT3 with Jason and Bellona
& Pretty damn short for his age; 5'5, and weirdly light, even for that. Lithe and slim; has a flexible build, albeit one somewhat weakened by malnourishment. Has unkempt, startlingly soft black hair that falls somewhere between his ears and shoulders; generally keeps it pulled back in a messy bun for ease.
& Pale, grey-blue eyes that sometimes appear as an icy cyan. Has this branded onto his right hip. He wears clothes. Generally unarmed.
& Has metal plates in place of part of his lower spine. Can glow red when touched.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Suffers from fibromyalgia [click]. General scrapes and bruises, particularly centred around the throat, wrists and ribs.
& A literal mess. Look up the definition of "wreck" and you'll probably find a picture of him. Perpetually exhausted; never seems to properly sleep, and it's ruined him. Sharp and witty, but his judgement and skills of observation, while incredibly sharp, are little off due to a lack of any actual rest. Really fucking deadpan; speaks sarcastically and often in a blunt, dead-inside sort of tone. Sorta lowkey falling apart, except it's not really lowkey at all. 50% psychotic, 50% iconic, 100% bitter. Assume that his self-deprecating jokes are a cry for help, but don't be surprised when he rejects any aid at all. Struggles with confronting his emotions; fairly condescending at times. More than a little obviously suicidal and only really alive because of his friends. Relies on them heavily and doesn't bother to hide that fact.
& Intelligent and driven. A meticulous, methodical planner who, when at his worst, is already pretty amazing. A dark realist; puts a pessimistic twist on a logical outcome. Still, loyal and forgiving; despite his impressive ability to hold a grudge, he's just as skilled at putting things behind him and moving on. Believes in the goodness of people despite the fact that he also understands that in many, that goodness has been killed off. Really, really loves cats. Hurting.
 DISORDERS: None that have been diagnosed.[/spoiler]
"It was Tim making the noise," Tim mimics, tone much lower than usual, as though Bell has the voice of an extremely manly.. man. "You're a noise, Bell. Not even a nice-sounding one, either." It's a shit insult, but the abstract nature of it makes it all the more scathing or something like that. Keep telling yourself that, Tim. "And hey, c'mon, my voice isn't that monstrous." Is it? It probably is. He doesn't actually know when the last time he sang was, but he's pretty sure that anybody can tell that the humming came from more than one person. "That was totally a duet." Blue eyes shift towards Jason, then, and Tim clicks his tongue. "You getting bored? Want us to spice it up a little? How about a bit of Marvin Gaye?" Not that he expects the heathen beside him to know who that is  she did crawl out of a sewer, after all  but it's she's learning. He's proud.
[spoiler=(UPDATED MARCH 29TH)]& Timothy Jackson Drake / Will Respond to "Tim" / Accepts other Pet/Nicknames
& Cis? Trans? Wh? Male / Prefers Male or Neutral Pronouns / Not Really Picky
& Assumed Bisexual Biromantic / Blatant Male Pref / Monogamous?? What Is He
& DOB: 19th July / About 16-17 Years Old / Unknown Parents; Both Deceased
& ½ Jaytim  OTP?? with Jason | ⅓ Daredona  (BR)OT3 with Jason and Bellona
& Pretty damn short for his age; 5'5, and weirdly light, even for that. Lithe and slim; has a flexible build, albeit one somewhat weakened by malnourishment. Has unkempt, startlingly soft black hair that falls somewhere between his ears and shoulders; generally keeps it pulled back in a messy bun for ease.
& Pale, grey-blue eyes that sometimes appear as an icy cyan. Has this branded onto his right hip. He wears clothes. Generally unarmed.
& Has metal plates in place of part of his lower spine. Can glow red when touched.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Suffers from fibromyalgia [click]. General scrapes and bruises, particularly centred around the throat, wrists and ribs.
& A literal mess. Look up the definition of "wreck" and you'll probably find a picture of him. Perpetually exhausted; never seems to properly sleep, and it's ruined him. Sharp and witty, but his judgement and skills of observation, while incredibly sharp, are little off due to a lack of any actual rest. Really fucking deadpan; speaks sarcastically and often in a blunt, dead-inside sort of tone. Sorta lowkey falling apart, except it's not really lowkey at all. 50% psychotic, 50% iconic, 100% bitter. Assume that his self-deprecating jokes are a cry for help, but don't be surprised when he rejects any aid at all. Struggles with confronting his emotions; fairly condescending at times. More than a little obviously suicidal and only really alive because of his friends. Relies on them heavily and doesn't bother to hide that fact.
& Intelligent and driven. A meticulous, methodical planner who, when at his worst, is already pretty amazing. A dark realist; puts a pessimistic twist on a logical outcome. Still, loyal and forgiving; despite his impressive ability to hold a grudge, he's just as skilled at putting things behind him and moving on. Believes in the goodness of people despite the fact that he also understands that in many, that goodness has been killed off. Really, really loves cats. Hurting.
 DISORDERS: None that have been diagnosed.[/spoiler]
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new subs being made // old ones merged