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deercountry2022-12-07 09:20 pm
entreats) wrote in deercountry2022-12-07 09:20 pm
(closed) december catchall
Who: Ange (entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.
What: December shenanigans.
When: During all of December.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Bullying, (mild) violence, will edit to add more later.
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entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.What: December shenanigans.
When: During all of December.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Bullying, (mild) violence, will edit to add more later.
( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at
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There's a very long moment where he holds his breath, waiting for the gooseprickles along his skin, the sense of ill ease, something, anything, but it doesn't come.
There's the smell of seawater, but mostly bonfire, and the feeling of being not alone, but also unwatched. He's on a beach, and so are other people, no big deal, no harm no foul. (No foul play.)
How weird are things on the daily when something normal makes you do a double take?
The temperature change is a welcome thing, as are the normal stars in a normal sky. If he takes a moment to admire it, and to look for familiar constellations, please forgive him for missing something else of note.
He hears the murmur of voices, unfamiliar, but so's the beach itself, even if it has the 'everyman' quality of a California beach - he knows a California beach when he sees one. Maybe he has been here.
Maybe this is one of his own, a new memory resurfacing - that makes him sweat a little, but it's also exciting, because maybe this time, maybe it'll be a good one - they've happened, the good ones, the comfortable ones. The comforting ones. maybe it'll even be a real important one. He's about to reach into his pocket for his Omni (Got to get this all down, I wonder if I can take a photograph?) but he's interrupted by the ball, which he doesn't see until after he hears the boy (does he know that kid?) and only when he sees the boy does he start to put the pieces together.
"Holy shit." he blinks, still holding the ball.
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He didn't quite expect 'holy shit', and the reaction leaves the teenager just.. blankly blinking at Mike for a few moments, especially when the man doesn't continue to say anything else just yet.
"Uh.." That's definitely a hesitant 'uh.' One that's perhaps a touch awkward, and Daniel even glances over his shoulder to make sure this guy isn't gawking at something happening behind him - but there's still just the group of teenagers sitting around a campfire and chatting, nothing special.
So Daniel glances back at Mike.
"Is.. everything alright?" It's kind of a weird reaction to have to - what seems to Daniel like - nothing at all.
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"Uh, yeah, it's fine. Is everything all right with ...you?" No injuries on the kid, a quick glance behind him, nothing coming from that direction. A pause as he tries to plumb the depths of gut instinct and comes up 'no dice' for fear. But he can't not ask.
The clothes, though. The hair. (Not just Daniel, the girl. Half the kids he can see. The hair.) He knows this. This is his jam, more or less - not his exact style, but he would only have been a couple years older than Daniel at the most if he's right about the when of this. It's not like he can just ask what yea---
---why the hell not? If it's a memory, he's not going to fuck it up by asking. This isn't Back to the Future.
"Sorry about the ball, I spaced out there. Here you go." a regular, normal handover of the ball in question, and then he adds, "By the way, what is it now? Nineteen eighty five? Eighty four?"
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Even if it's only the last part that gets him to actually answer verbally, lips curling up to reveal some of his gums as he laughs.
"Are you a time traveler? Did you walk out of the ocean?" The kid is clearly joking - and in a way that doesn't even sound malicious, like he's making fun of Mike. No, instead he just seems to think the guy is kind of amusing, as Daniel spins the ball around in his hands a little. "It's nineteen eighty four, of course."
In the background, something does slowly start to happen. Daniel is standing with his back towards it, so he can't see - but Mike can from his point of view. There's a group of five male teenagers on motorbikes driving down the hill next to the beach, walking up to the group of girls. They're wearing different jackets, but each one of them is emblazened with a bright yellow patch reading 'Cobra Kai' and a snake logo behind it.
"Or are you an alien?" Daniel still rambles on, completely oblivious for the moment. "You have to tell me if you're an alien, you know. Like E.T.!"
(He doesn't sound like he genuinely believe this to be a possibility, don't worry. He's just having a moment of Amusement.)
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Daniel LaRusso: a good-natured kid with a sense of humor and a natural inclination toward trust. He can see it. (But not literally, at least, he's trying not to stare, but it's not every day you get to see your friends as they were way back when, before life had its chance to do whatever it had in store - good and bad. It's like seeing a road of possibilities. It's also very weird, but not in a bad way.
"I could be all three of those, maybe my alien species doesn't retain wat---"
The noise registers, but really it's the headlights, and the movement, the color coordination of the jackets something he's not used to seeing--
(he recalls a dance troupe for a moment - those were satin jackets, and they were green and white? nevermind, it's gone now)
--reading the jackets at this distance is a breeze - his eyes are still sharp, and his smile becomes a little sharper, too. The name he recognizes. Not the kids, not so much, though the blondest of the bunch seems to fit the bill, but he can't conjure up the guy's name.
"Is that Robby's dad?" is what comes out, because it's hard to remember to have a filter in the middle of something akin to a dream.
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It's Daniel's very, very intelligent answer to that question. His eyebrows knit together into a frown, his facial expression so full of confusion that this truly could not be anything but the boy having absolutely no idea what this man is talking about. Robby? Father..?
He turns his head at least to look, despite the words not making sense to him, only to also spot the guys hopping off their motorbikes, starting to talk with the girls. At this point the boys still don't seem to raise any recognition with Daniel, a fact that's made more obvious by the boy saying: "Uh, I have no idea who they are.. But they sure don't look like dads."
(Thanks, Daniel. Truly helping here.)
He turns back to Mike briefly to say that, but then his gaze returns to the boys that showed up. Especially since one of them, blonde and definitely Robby's dad but younger, starts talking to the same girl Daniel was talking to a moment ago. There's something aggressive about his stance though, and when both Johnny and the girl's tones get raised in volume, it's obvious what's going on here. The girl - Ali, judging by what Johnny calls her - doesn't want Johnny to talk to her, while he's refusing to back down. He grabs the old radio she's holding out of her hands, and then smacks it right into the sand, hard enough to most likely break it.
"I, uh--" Daniel says, glancing back at Mike, then shaking his head. His feet are already moving as he calls out to Mike: "S-Sorry, just a moment!"
Apparently Daniel couldn't just watch this from a distance. He drops the ball in his hands mid-run, and when he reaches Ali and Johnny's side, he picks up the dropped radio, trying to hand it back to the girl, only for the blonde guy to get between them, forcibly taking the radio from Daniel.
Daniel mostly just seems confused, asking what's going on, but Johnny speaks up, holding up the radio: "You want it?"
It leaves the other boy to nod, Daniel seemingly as friendly as ever as he replies with: "Yeah, just give--"
He's cut off by Johnny pushing the radio into Daniel's arms, but also shoving Daniel himself along with it hard enough to push the other boy backwards, making Daniel fall into the sand.
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He wonders if anyone besides Daniel can even see him at all. So he remains mostly where he is, brow furrowed, as the boy that's Daniel turns and runs back toward the scene, sighing into the air with Great Annoyance as if he can see where this might be headed.
(Why can't these fucking things ever be good?)
He shouldn't get involved. He should stand and observe, right? That's the lesson of these thi---
---nope, now that skinny kid's in the sand, too and for trying to what? Pick up a radio? Jesus Christ. Mike feels like he's been both of these guys. But Daniel's good nature used against him like that? Come on.
Mike has been walking without even realizing it. He's not close, close, but he's close enough to loudly groan into the air, "Oh, for fuck's sake." Once out, the words don't stop. "Cut the shit and let the kid get up. And let the girl have her radio back, if it even still works."
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He doesn't seem particularly more likely to stop due to the man's words though. Sure, Mike is a good chunk older than any of these teenagers, but Johnny's got the kind of grin on his face that says he doesn't think even an adult is capable of stopping him here - the kind of attitude rich kids who do karate just have, apparently.
It's enough for him to move to grab Daniel by the collar, hoisting the kid back up onto his feet like Mike asked, but then moving a little higher so Daniel is forced onto the tips of his toes to stand up, and then holding the other there as Daniel struggles to try and get free from the grip.
"What's this?" Johnny asks, staring at Daniel. "You got your daddy with you, huh? Think your daddy is going to save you?"
It sounds like Daniel has a retort to that - probably that Mike isn't his dad, for one -, but it's hard to get actual words out when he's being held up like this, so he's mostly just sputtering. No one seems to stop Johnny - not even the girl Daniel was trying to help out, though she seems to be held back by one of the other Cobra Kai guys.
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Mike is nothing if not adaptable: he is now able to roll with the unexpected, and less of a "stop, drop and roll" because nothing's on fire except for the thing that's supposed to be - the bonfire lighting up everyone's faces in a weird, ominous little way he decides to just ignore. (That's just me, that's my shit, this is different shit.) - no, it's more of a somersault into a crouching position, and a slow walk that gets a bit faster as he approaches.
No one's stopping Mike from picking up that radio himself, are they? They're not stopping him from expressing his opinion, either, as he grumbles to himself, and to Johnny in an whiny imitation of his words, "You got your daddy with you?" as he grabs the handle, never making the mistake to take his eyes off the grinning kid.
And what a shit-eating grin that is. Fine, he'll try and match it - that he can do. Only to let it drop into deadpan seriousness as he internally high fives himself for recognizing the beach they're on - at least enough to bullshit a bit. He knows California well enough, he certainly knows its beaches well enough, and he sure knows his way around a bully.
"Hands off the girl, you and your little club take a walk back up the fuckin' beach and I don't call this in. Otherwise, that's one count of unlawful restraint, and a bunch of public consumption," a pause as he offers another shitty smile, "I don't suppose everyone here's eighteen, yeah? And then there's the assault I just witnessed. So. You can take a hike, and save me a bunch of work, or I can make everyone's night just a little more interesting.
Your call, Johnny boy."
Helps that he already knows this kid's name. It might not seal the deal, there's always that chance (adapt adapt adapt) but he's researched enough police bullshit that he can bullshit a fucking teenager. Maybe?
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There's various protests from the other boys in the Cobra Kai jackets. One of them with hair so bleach blonde that it can't be natural in any way looks like he's ready to walk over towards Mike and fight him, while another one is telling Johnny and the bleach blonde guy to just cut it out and leave already, that this isn't worth it.
.. apparently Johnny seems to agree with that, since he just unceremoniously drops Daniel into the sand, before rolling his eyes and turning to go with a, "Whatever."
The other Cobra Kai kids follow him, and - perhaps because of the way the memory suddenly changed - everyone starts to slowly pack their things to walk away from the beach.
It leaves just the young Daniel, kneeling there in the sand right next to the abandoned campfire. He glances over towards Mike, looking a little unsure in the moment. Maybe even Daniel isn't really sure what to feel after that whirlwind of events, but after a moment or two he at least manages to look over at the adult long enough to slowly say: ".. uh, thanks."
Very eloquent and elegant, yes, thanks.
"Sorry that I got you caught up in all of that."