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[chipsfalling.livejournal.com]

WHO: tyler durden and you!
WHERE: some parking lot!
WHEN: tonight!
WARNINGS: tyler durden is in this post.
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FORMAT: action spam to start then whatever you guys want. please tag in with a time or something just so i know what's up.

[ tyler durden is not a creature who can remain stationary for long. the desire to spread chaos and discord, they're as much ingrained into his being as the need to breathe. and that is why tyler durden is walking through a parking lot with a baseball bat and shattering headlights as he goes.

you are not the car you drive.

he is whistling, something cheery and ridiculous, punctuated by the tinkle of glass hitting the pavement and car alarms going off. it's not a terrible way to spend a saturday night, but he's already thinking about barroom basements and the men who must be assembling there. tyler does not need to attend every night, not now that fight club has taken off, but he goes sometimes to stand in the back and watch his handiwork and always, always to fight.

the bat whistles through the air again and shatters a windshield. the car alarm blares, adding to the cacophony of noise and tyler laughs and swings again. ]

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[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Amidst the shattering of glass and Tyler's carefree laughter and those screeching, broken alarms, there's the sound of rather deadpan clapping.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Eddie Nygma maintains his distance. There's a jaggedness to his body language, a twitch, an uncanny and uncharacteristic unhinged feel. Something boiling beneath the surface, something just barely restrained. He had been poisoned for nearly a week now, a combination of mild psychotics that Norman had cooked up for him special.

He didn't know.]

Well done, Tyler. It really reeks of selfish indulgence.

here have an uptight teenager

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

[[Fakir's idea of recklessness these days is staying over at the auditorium at school, practicing late into the night, and trudging home pleasantly exhausted. The heat works against him tonight, keeping him thinly coated in sweat and just on the edge of lashing out on his walk home.

He doesn't see the source of the noise as he passes the lot, but he doesn't need to to work out what's going on.]]

You had better move on before you draw the attention of someone who'll call your parents.

[liondormant.livejournal.com]

[It's late, Squall's just left work not that long ago, and he'd really intended to mind his own business, until the piercing noise of the car alarms makes him grimace and look towards the source of the disturbance. And then he sees Tyler and his baseball bat, and figures it out, and looks that much less impressed.]

...really?