open rp post.

[jackassjail]

• harrison wells, earth-2 flavor c. the flash 4x03
• drop a comment with a prompt or a starter or whatever
• then i'll roll with it
• the end

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PROMPT 1 - THE CANONING

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[ He hadn't really made any plans regarding what to do about his . . . well, situation. Sure, Harrison had said he'd lend a hand with the team after Allen made yet another asinine (but probably necessary, he'd grudgingly admit under his breath) decision, but that hadn't meant taking up semi-permanent residence on Earth-1. Been there, done that, got the Big Belly Burger poster to prove it. After all, Jesse needed him. Her team needed him. Earth-2 needed him.

Except for the small fact that none of that was actually entirely true. There was a part of it that was, sure, but Jesse appeared to have learned what he was still trying to grasp himself — that she needed to stand on her own and he really needed to move on. And now here he was, rootless and back on Earth-1. Though it wasn't quite the Earth-1 that he knew before, was it? No thanks to idiotic impulse #9425 courtesy of one Barry Allen, that is.

Which is how Harrison finds himself sitting in the labs in the early evening, rubbing his hands together as he glances around the room. Two years ago, he would've been hunched in a corner and growling at anyone who dared to approach and therefore impede his progress on rescuing Jesse. Now, though — what was there to do, exactly? ]

[accelerate]

[ there's plenty to do! one of those very important things is cleaning up the papers that scatter to the floor once barry flashes and skids into the lab. even though he's spent four years hearing the grumbling and yelps and even yelling for him to stop out in the corridor where the energy he brings with him won't break their working area, he hasn't listened. a part of barry has always enjoyed how everyone bands together to grouch at him. ]

[ dressed in the flash suit, he stretches his arms above his head and turns on his feet to find wells sitting in the lab. unsurprising, given his entire life seemed dedicated to navigating jesse wells. barry's been in that single-minded tunnel for fifteen years, and he knows how difficult it can be when one is forced out of it. ]

Hey. [ big goofy grin activated. with a wave of his hand toward the desk, there's a big belly burger bag sitting on the very edge. ] I got you something. A belated "welcome back" gift. Although I didn't know if you had those on Earth-2 ... even though you have break-up cube ... things.

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[ He furrows his brows in annoyance at the telltale arrival of a speedster. Being a year and some change separated from the whole Zoom ordeal plus having a speedster daughter had made him grow vaguely accustomed to the random annoyances that they entail, but none were quite like Barry Allen. No, Allen was an annoyance in a league of his own.

Harrison heaves a sigh as he skids to a stop, giving him a brief glare before his eyes shift down to the bag and— well. If anything could soften him up even slightly, it would be Big Belly Burger. ]

It's the one thing that's universal. — Probably. [ He takes a step towards the bag, reaching for it. ] Though your secret menu? Leaves a lot to be desired. [ Let's not even talk about the cube, Allen. ]

[accelerate]

[ there are only a few things barry allen will ever take offence to: someone informing him "poker face" is not a good song; anti-beyonce behaviour; anti-iris behaviour; anti-joe and wally behaviour; hate against converse shoes; and dissing his food. ]

[ mouth falling open, hand flattening with a clap against his chest, barry takes a few dramatic steps back, as though wells has punched him. a part of his gut feels sore, though it may have been from him colliding with a park bench a few minutes ago. ]

My food is awesome! Scrumptious! Delicious! Heal — okay, maybe not healthy, but it's good! [ he rubs his collarbone. ] Man, Cisco was right. You are meaner than before.

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Cisco overblows things. [ And in some occasions — most occasions, really, he's right to do so. ] And he's too sensitive. [ a beat. ] I'll have to break the two of you back in, apparently.

[ He rolls his eyes at Barry at that. Seriously, Allen? You all should be used to him by now. At least Snow seemed to have developed a thicker skin, though part of that was likely due to some Killer Frost-related trauma that he'd rather not unpack.

Harrison opens up the bag, nodding with satisfaction. ]

PROMPT 2 - THE JAMJAR . . . ENING

[jackassjail]

[ WELL THEN, where have people managed to find themselves now!! It's probably Earth-108 or something equally ridiculous. The aesthetic is right out of Skyrim or something, with lush forests and horse-drawn carriages and the occasional distant shriek of a cryptid that one can hear in a town. You know. Stuff happens.

The main town itself is populated with a number of small houses and inns and shops, as well as a tavern that's central to the area. And the tavern is where one Harrison Wells has decided to sulk this evening as he sits at a table off in the corner, glaring at his stupid mug of ale in this stupid jamjar town that has no stupid electricity of any kind. Life is so hard, friends. So hard. ]

PROMPT 3 - THE TEXTENING

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[ this jerkhole has a phone. said jerkhole sends most of his calls to voicemail more often than not. this phone has a tendency to not be on silent at the most inopportune moments.

text harry y/n? ]

PROMPT 4 - THE I-DO-WHAT-I-WANT-ENING

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[ what it says on the tin, okay, anything goes.

ish. ]