when your height means people literally look over you you find other ways to stand out. when he’s a kid, it’s gymnastics. nothing like the high bar to give you a height advantage. then it’s karate and boxing. he tries not to get into fights at school, but he learned the need for self-defense at home far too early. then when he’s a teenager, kicked out of the house for good, no degree but with a quick pair of hands, he stumbles across a man assembling a pipe bomb.
it grows from there. plastic explosives, dynamite, accelerants; what better way to command attention than by creating things that immediately draw the eyes of everyone around? guns too, of course, and he keeps his fists primed and his muscles loose. he’s not exactly for hire, but it’s not like he has anywhere else to go.
things escalate. the fires get bigger, the explosions more destructive. he moves coasts, changes his look, adds demo derby to his list of skills. he gets a reputation: he gets in and out fast and makes sure the results are spectacular. no one overlooks his height any more; too concerned with what his hands might be holding to ever ignore him again.
years down the line no one is really sure how he came to join the fakes. golden says he found him laying a fuse in a warehouse and recruited him on the spot. mogar says he walked up to them one day and asked for a job. zed thinks they picked him up sometime after he joined, but everyone else knows that’s wrong. no matter how it happens, he falls in and blows up in a big way, and he knows that purple and orange will never be overlooked again.
God I finished it (finally). This took a hot sec and there is a lot I want to improve on it. Honestly I got impatient and said that this was good enough. I didn’t get enough requests so I added two of my personal favorites. I would like to try this again sometime in the future so I’ll happily take new requests for this.
Pairing: Private Recording 1, former Fake AH Crew, Jeremy & Friends
Rating: G
No Warnings.
Summary:
Jeremy starts some new memories on the old racetrack.
Day 25-2 of Promptober: Blast
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He never thought he’d be able to step foot on the racing tarmac again. At least, not for something fun or festive. But here he was. Dressed like a moron in a werewolf costume and helping cart pumpkins from a moving van to where they had set up a pressure cannon.
The pumpkin patch farm by Kara’s place had ugly pumpkins half off and she bought the lot of them. She’d make pumpkin pie with the sugar ones. She had already cut up a few, and hefted some whole ones over to an animal sanctuary that a few of them visited and donated both money and time to.
Chilled and Junkyard had gone through a few safety courses a couple years ago, when the Fakes had been officially disbanded and underground. They went every few months for refreshers. Especially when some of their more fun jobs used a compressed air cannon.
Ze and him were wheelbarrow-ing a few loads of pumpkins over to their set up. The van couldn’t get there without threatening to get stuck. Which led to this. The mad scientist of a Canadian was laughing when he heard the cannon go off in a test and Platy screamed at the top of his lungs in reply to being startled.
Jeremy smiled to himself, the pair of fake fangs in a case in his pocket, eye drops too for the contacts he was wearing, and felt like they were going to have a blast the whole afternoon. They’d clean up the absolute mess later.