ITP: Hollywood Presents... You: The Movie

[outoutdamnblot]

*a man is sitting on the roof of a cabin -- maybe your cabin -- writing in what appears to be some sort of journal or diary. the sun is shining on his ever-shifting mask in a rather visually interesting way

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[baabaablacklady]

[... why is there a strange man on my makeshift shed/cabin]

[outoutdamnblot]

*more voice-over!*

And they continue to gather, like drugged children, staring stupidly at what they cannot or will not comprehend.

[baabaablacklady]

--h-hey! You're the one who appeared on top of my living space all of a sudden!

[outoutdamnblot]

*lowers his journal to stare down at her, the pattern on his mask shifting. when he speaks this time, it's not a voice-over anymore and noticeably different. different than before, that is -- a guy talking in crazy-man monotone through a full-coverage face mask is always a little... different.*

Up here your living space, too?

[bamheadshot]

...

. . .

. . .

[outoutdamnblot]

*still writing and voice-overing!*

But what reason behind such an insignificant reduction of age without any mental effect?

[bamheadshot]

That sounds like a pretty good deal, actually. All the health benefits, none of the stupid.

[outoutdamnblot]

*lowers his journal and looks down. mutters to himself (though it's somehow very audible)*

Another masked hero?

[moesaurus]

*the camera pans out up past the roof for a moment, taking advantage of the superb lighting provided by the setting sun. a single spider pauses in the weaving of its web, for a breath's worth of time, as if in respect. as the shadows start to curve out long and dark from the bases of trees and buildings and curl over shoulders at the slightly dimmer ground level, the last gasp of the day seems concentrated on a bush next to the cabin Rorschach's sitting on, an insignificant shrub with only a few tender twigs glowing greenish with the promise of spring in the dying light.

a leaf dangles from one of them, barely unfurled. its veins glitter with potential. soft music plays.

Littlefoot eats it.*

--oh, wow! I can almost taste spring coming!

[outoutdamnblot]

*the shadows fall fully over the figure on the roof as he stands and looks down at the young dinosaur.*

And at the end of the world, it all goes back to the beginning.

[moesaurus]

*LOOKS UP AND SHOUTS*

Hi!

[outoutdamnblot]

*the pattern on his mask shifts into something like surprise. as cool as this guy is, he still wasn't expecting to run into a talking dinosaur today.*

Are you one of the Director's creatures?

[moobsareatrap]

[in his cabin changing, when he hears something suspicious on the roof]

[acesareloaded]

*there is also someone huddled in the corner TRYING NOT TO WATCH YOU*

*it's okay, he's easy to overlook when he's like this*

[moobsareatrap]

[is completely used to changing in a barracks, in front of many people]

. . . did you hear that, kiddo?

[acesareloaded]

*WILL NEVER BE USED TO IT*

What??

[ass_guardian]

[and here's a superhero sitting around reading superhero comics]

[...perhaps this is why there will never be a Young Avengers movie]

[outoutdamnblot]

*more voice-over*

And the children are either encouraged toward delinquency or sit around all day, doing nothing but reading trash comic books and garbage from miniature computers.

[ass_guardian]

. . . Hey, wait a minute.

Batman isn't trash, it's a classic.

[outoutdamnblot]

"Batman"?