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zoinkshaggy:

“I guess,” Shaggy shrugged. Picky was a word that definitely did not describe him. There were a lot more things he liked – or even loved – than disliked. Just as long as it wasn’t something scary and dangerous. “You know what I do find a little weird, though? People’s obsession with avocados. Like, they’re alright, but avocado donuts? Avocado buns? Avocado proposals? What’s up with that?”

"Don't get me started on avocado." Jack groaned as if this was the conversation he’d been wanting to have for years. Truthfully, he had a lot of thoughts about a lot of things, so it was practically to be expected that he would have strong feelings about produce. “They’re not even that great! I’m about 90% convinced that people only obsess over them because it’s trendy. Give it like five years and people will have moved on to the next over-hyped health food.”

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littlecinders:

“Ah, well…”  Cindy twisted the pendant of her necklace, purely biding time than anything else.  She contemplated saying that her English wasn’t very good, but thought better of it.  “Why does Walt need a fireworks show?  Is something going on?  Because if there was a celebration of sorts, there might be…smaller consequences, I suppose.”

“Uh, because it’s fun?” Jack said it as if it were an obvious conclusion that being bored naturally meant putting on an illegal fireworks display was a good idea, but then again, that wasn’t too far outside of his mindset anyways. “I mean, I’m sure it’d be a great way to end the year on a high note, but no special reason. Then again, does there have to be a good reason for having a good time?”

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vitanitf:

“Hey, as long as not-you is willing to dish out up to a thousand bucks and a year of jail time, more power to them.” How she knew that information off the top of her head, she would keep that to herself. She’d done her research on crimes in California. It was in her best interest. There may come a time when someone needed to be framed to benefit her in some way. “If you change your mind, just let me know,” she smiled, throwing in a wink for good measure. “I think I know a few people that would be happy to take the fall for… your friend.”

“That’s oddly specific,” he mused, taking a mental note to avoid getting on her bad side at all costs, “But it’s not like they’re ever making it to jail. Their name’s practically infamous up north by now they’ve only been caught once - for something they didn’t do, at that.” Jack couldn’t hide the small scowl that crossed his face at the thought, still insulted and perhaps a bit bitter over what had happened prior to his move to California. “Right, I’ll keep that in mind... Sounds like you’d be the person to go to for something like that.”

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“Without a family, a man trembles alone in the cold.”

Full Name: Jack Frost

Alias: Captain Cold

Age: 21

Strengths: Stealth, cryogenic weaponry, & street-smarts 

Weaknesses: Kleptomania, overconfidence, & hand-to-hand combat

Classification: Villain

The Path to Hell is Paved With Good Intentions - Biography

There was once a time that Jack knew what love and family was, the feeling of belonging that came with being a part of a loving family. Regretfully, he has none of that thanks to a tragic incident that resulted in him almost freezing to death under a sheet of ice as he attempted to save his sister from a tragic iceskating incident. While he luckily didn’t die, he was left an amnesiac, forced to wander wherever the wind took him in some attempt to find a place where he belonged. That need swept the twelve year old right into the hands of a man he only knew as ‘Pitch Black’, a renowned criminal who after witnessing Jack sneakily pickpocket along a bustling downtown area of Reading, Pennsylvania, knew he’d found his next goldmine.

He lured Jack in with promises of a roof over his head and of a makeshift family of criminals and thieves that he could call his own. Sure, it wasn’t the ideal that came to mind when he thought of a family, but after spending months alone and readily ignored by the general public, he craved the feeling of belonging. So he went with him gladly, agreeing to assist with petty crimes in return for the mentorship of Pitch himself. For a while, it was a sweet deal. He grew up under the tutelage of some of the country’s greatest criminals, learning how to cheat, steal, and fight over his adolescence in the place of any traditional schooling. Still, a life of crime kills innocence, and that life had quickly hardened the once sweet boy yearning for people to call his own into a shell of a man, someone who enjoyed chaos instead of seeing it as a necessary evil. What was supposed to be a second start at family had quickly turned into something that had only managed to corrupt the boy into something wholly more dangerous. 

With his newfound villainy, Jack also became much more headstrong. He grew to resent Pitch for ordering him around and insisted on doing things his way, something that often created a heavy contention between the two of them. Overconfidence and pride drove a wedge between him, and by the time he was eighteen, Jack decided that a group setting was no longer the place for him if he wasn’t in charge. He left in the middle of the night, vowing that he was going to be a lone wolf from that night forward, and since then he’s associated himself with no one. 

It’s not as if Jack ever wanted world domination like other villains in the city. He’s more content with a life of simpler crimes, mainly theft. This desire for stealing was what led him right to the item that gave him the edge he needed. It was surprisingly easy to steal a cryogenic weapon - though truthfully, he didn’t really understand what it was at the time and simply assumed that it was a cool looking gun until he froze a security guard who’d almost managed to catch him - but with it on his belt, he elevated himself to the next level. Before anyone knew it, the newly dubbed ‘Captain Cold’ (we never said the kid was creative) was prowling the streets, empowered with the feeling of invincibility as he continues heists around the city. Stay out of his way, and you’ll be fine: after all, he’s not willing to physically damage anyone if he doesn’t have to, but a pretty penny in his pocket may just drive him to do monstrous things.

Connections;;

Slide into my messages to plot with this hot cold mess!

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vitanitf:

She was going to brush him off at first, but Vitani’s eyes brightened as she listened to the boy go on. There was nothing like a good explosion to bring some entertainment to this dreadfully boring campus. Especially if something went wrong and a handful of students were accidentally injured in the process. She found herself actually starting to smile at the thought of so much madness. “You don’t have to worry about trouble,” she began, using her sweetest tone, “if you set up the blame to fall on someone else.”

Jack had almost been fooled by the girl’s saccharine tone of voice as she responded to him, but then the words came out of her mouth. Damn, she was clearly ruthless, but at least she was smart. “I’ll have to tell them that.” He muttered, brow quirked as he continued to attempt to process what he’d just heard. “But to be honest? Why the hell would someone not want to take credit for something that great? If it were me - which it’s not - I’d want all the glory for pulling a stunt like that off.”

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fastcrthanfast:

“Well, I’d say said person should probably try not to get caught.” Lightning wondered what it must be like to always be thinking of new ways to get into trouble for no reason other than impulse. “If said person were to get caught, they just better have money. It’s a hefty fine.”

“That person never gets caught. It adds to the whole mystique.” Jack seemed to have a knack at being forgettable, as evidenced by the long list of schemes he’d come up with that he’d never gotten credit for. In reality, getting in trouble was likely at the bottom of his worries. “Either that, or they could be really good at running. Because let’s be real, nobody around here has enough money for a fine like that.” 

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darling-wendy-bird:

Wendy stared at the boy in shock, jaw slightly open. She wasn’t dumb, though. She could read between the lines. “I think that person would be grossly underestimating the amount of trouble they would be in if they pulled such a stunt.” The mischief in his eyes reminded her so much of another trouble-maker. It was the exact kind of thing he would try and want her to come along for. “It’s against school policy and local laws. If I was this so-called ‘genius’ I wouldn’t risk it. There are other ways to entertain this school that don’t involve breaking rules.”

Jack retained a groan at the girl’s slackjawed expression, having decided far too late that she probably wasn’t the best person to ask. He was looking more for support than advice, and he figured he should’ve guessed that she wasn’t going to be on board with it. “Maybe they’re not afraid of trouble,” he countered snarkily, an over-confident grin spreading across his features as she shrugged his shoulders at his response. “Well, if you’re so sure that there’s alternative forms of entertainment, gimme an example that beats fireworks.”

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wouldyoukissa-frog:

“That…sounds mighty dangerous. And you could get in a busload of trouble for it, especially if it goes wrong. I’m not sayin’ that I’m not a fan of the fireworks, this place could use a little excitement and I haven’t seen fireworks in who knows how long. You should just get a professional to set them off, y’know? Or set off ones that aren’t slightly illegal. I’m sure if you asked nicely they’d let you set off legal fireworks. Or if I asked. Or if I got my Daddy to ask.”

“Woah, woah, woah. I never said I was going to do it. Don’t go twisting my words here. But regardless, a professional would just be way too expensive and not worth my - er, their - time. I’m pretty sure whoever’s planning on doing it has plenty of experience setting ‘em off, so I don’t think they’re at any sort of risk. What, your dad has that much say? I mean, I’m sure that person could probably do it and not get caught but getting some strings pulled couldn’t hurt...”

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zoinkshaggy:

“Really?” When he was bored enough to watch a movie, he mostly just watched whatever he could find for free in the comfort of his room. He’d been to the movie theater maybe twice in his entire lifetime, there were too many people and it got so loud, he had no interest in going back. “I don’t have a taste,” he realized aloud, “like, it’s just all over the place…”

“Yeah, really.” Granted, that may have been at least in part because he didn’t remember much of anything prior to the early 2000s, but that didn’t necessarily need to be said. “See, that might just be the best taste, though. It’s probably better to like a lot of things than being super picky, yeah?”

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zoinkshaggy:

“Ohhh, him.” Who was Shaggy thinking of? “No, I don’t think he was in The Goonies.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m not so up to date on all the movies. Like, I’m into 80s and 90s. Some of the 60s stuff too…”

“Yeah, that guy. Kind of a prick, but in a kind of relatable way.” Jack raised his brows in curiosity at the boy’s response, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “I can’t say I remember seeing any movies made before 2000. I’m definitely a fan of old music, but film? Not so much. Then again, my taste is shit so I’d take my experience with a grain of salt.”

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“So I’ve got a question. Just for reference, honest.” Jack grinned widely in some attempt to seem inconspicuous, but the ever-present mischief flashing in his eyes was likely a fair warning that he was up to no good. “So say someone was just so happening to be planning setting off some fireworks in a slightly-illegal-but-not-a-felony way on a convenient location close to campus. Totally innocent, just the fireworks show this place needs. Just how much trouble would you think said genius would get into if it ended up getting traced back to them?”

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fastcrthanfast:

He stepped outside from his garage for a smoke. He was trying to keep his nerves off and get back to his life but no such luck. He left his boys doing the work and sat on the sidewalk. He wished he’d stop thinking so damn much.

Jack had been bumming it outside in some attempt to bide his time, flipping idly through a newspaper when the smell of cigarette smoke hit his senses. God, he was dying for a smoke. He took a furtive glance over at the boy, hesitating before finally speaking up. “Aye, can I bum one of those from ya’?”

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alwaysa-winner:

Francesco ran towards the wandering cat, pick it up from the ground as it meowed.  It had been two days since he last saw him. So clearly he was so relieved he found him. Taking a seat on the bench, the cat curled itself upon his lap. 

“Pensavo di averti perso. Trouble maker”

Jack hadn’t noticed the cat until the man came bounding over to it, scooping it up as if it were precious property. Clearly it was his, and by the look on the guy’s face, it had probably run away or something. Not that he would know exactly, but Jack was pretty good at reading people. “Is it yours?” He asked curiously, quirking a brow.  “I didn’t know cats could run away. Huh.”

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zoinkshaggy:

“Ohhhh. Yeah. Probably.” Shaggy mimicked his grin. “Seth Rogen… Seth Rogen…” Surely he knew who Seth Rogen was. He lived under a rock when it came to pop culture but comedy was the one genre he should excel in. When he tried to picture him, his mind came up blank. “Like, is he the guy from the Goonies?”

“The dude from Neighbors. Kinda nerdy looking, always talking about smoking weed? Made out with James Franco when they parodied Bound 2?” He shrugged, trying to think how to explain exactly who the guy wasin a way that would ring a bell. “Wait, was he in the Goonies? I don’t remember.”

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favorite color?

“As if you really need to ask? Blue. Duh.”

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coldandrainneverbotheredmeanyway:

“You are aware that vanilla has become synonymous with bland and boring, correct?  There is a reason for that.  But, I guess I can overlook this character flaw.”

“Okay, hold up, because I don’t know that I can go on an ice cream date with someone who doesn’t like vanilla. What the fuck. You do realize that vanilla is a classic, right? Meanwhile chocolate is like the middle child that tries way too hard and ends up going way overboard. Don’t think I’m joking either: this is a serious deal breaker here.”

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zoinkshaggy:

“Wait. Wait.” Shaggy held up his finger, signaling him to stop. Or slow down. This information was moving too fast for him. He couldn’t recall ever hearing about said movie before, but the more he heard, the worse it sounded. “Like… what’s it rated?”

“Oh, it’s definitely rated r. In retrospect, I probably should’ve checked before I went to see it.” Jack shrugged, a sheepish grin crossing his features. It wasn’t necessarily that he was offended; in reality, it took a lot more than a food orgy to get to him. “But I guess that’s what you can expect when Seth Rogen makes an animated movie, right?”