Jaime Reyes / Blue Beetle (
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Entry tags:
- hiro hamada | n/a,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- tadashi hamada | n/a,
- † agent york | the interloper,
- † aunt cass | n/a,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † benton fraser | n/a,
- † cisco ramon | vibe,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † ellie langford | n/a,
- † gogo tomago | n/a,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † josuke higashikata | crazy diamond,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kasumi goto | n/a,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mathieu carver | shadow,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † robbie baldwin | speedball,
- † traci thirteen | n/a,
- † wally west | kid flash,
- † will graham | wolf trap
DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'
[OOC: This post is backdated to yesterday -- that is to say, before Batman's post on the newest volume of Crane shenanigans!]
[For once, Jaime's not looking pensive when he turns on the communicator, nor is he inside his home. He's just outside his home - which is Heropa #015 for all his lucky, lucky neighbors - standing in front of his front door. He gives the camera a singularly unimpressed look.]
You know what? I wasn't gonna say anything, but I think I have to share, because someone decided that my house needed a little improving. Check this out.
[He swings open the front door, and Journey's DON'T STOP BELIEVING automatically begins to play.]
Which, you know, ha ha. Very funny. But wait! There's more!
[Welcome to his home, imPorts, because you're getting a little walkthrough. He swings open the door to his living room, and goes up the stairs to open the doors of the bedrooms and bathrooms, though he doesn't focus the camera on anything in particular.
As he opens the door, one by one, more Journey songs begin to play.
There's a lot.
Jaime gives the screen an exaggerated smile.]
Oh, but that's not all. It gets better. [He runs back down the stairs, throws open the basement door, and louder than any of the other songs, a popular ditty by good old Rick begins to play. All of the songs are playing at once now in a blaring cacophony of noise. It's awful. There should never be so many guitar riffs in one place.]
Why is this happening to me. I can't get them to turn off! Any of them! [He points accusingly at the screen.] Wally, I freakin' know this was you! Get your ass over here and fix it!
[It was Wally, true, but it was also Mr. Tadashi Sweet As Sugar Hamada. He just hasn't figured it out yet.]
[For once, Jaime's not looking pensive when he turns on the communicator, nor is he inside his home. He's just outside his home - which is Heropa #015 for all his lucky, lucky neighbors - standing in front of his front door. He gives the camera a singularly unimpressed look.]
You know what? I wasn't gonna say anything, but I think I have to share, because someone decided that my house needed a little improving. Check this out.
[He swings open the front door, and Journey's DON'T STOP BELIEVING automatically begins to play.]
Which, you know, ha ha. Very funny. But wait! There's more!
[Welcome to his home, imPorts, because you're getting a little walkthrough. He swings open the door to his living room, and goes up the stairs to open the doors of the bedrooms and bathrooms, though he doesn't focus the camera on anything in particular.
As he opens the door, one by one, more Journey songs begin to play.
There's a lot.
Jaime gives the screen an exaggerated smile.]
Oh, but that's not all. It gets better. [He runs back down the stairs, throws open the basement door, and louder than any of the other songs, a popular ditty by good old Rick begins to play. All of the songs are playing at once now in a blaring cacophony of noise. It's awful. There should never be so many guitar riffs in one place.]
Why is this happening to me. I can't get them to turn off! Any of them! [He points accusingly at the screen.] Wally, I freakin' know this was you! Get your ass over here and fix it!
[It was Wally, true, but it was also Mr. Tadashi Sweet As Sugar Hamada. He just hasn't figured it out yet.]
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[Pah! You and your common sense!]
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You could just record a few seconds of this and set it to loop as a video at him, you know?
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[He's just being a drama queen again, Ken. You should know this by now.]
Besides, my neighbor's gotten into it too, and I need to see how long he lasts before he admits it's terrible.
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... Or Mabel?
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[A beat.]
And I don't even like these songs one at a time.
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[Maybe if you didn't make it so entertaining...!]
I'm pretty sure you're the only one who doesn't, Ken.
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[Unless Minato is being nefarious...]
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[Jaime may or may not have noticed that if he was walking with Ken and someone bumped into him without immediate apology, it usually came a few seconds later when Ken grabbed at said person's shirt and glared them into submission.]
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[He assumes, naturally, that Ken is talking about Shinji and Akihiko's bickering. He did not, in fact, notice he was being followed by an angry, overprotective pomeranian of a little brother.]
...you didn't think the trip was that bad, did you?
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And no? Why would I think the trip was bad...?
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[BECAUSE THAT WAS PRETTY ANNOYING]
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Sanada-san and Aragaki-san weren't that bad.
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[Huh...]
Besides, most of them apologized eventually.
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Besides, I made them. Apologize.
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What did you do?
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