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Who: America, Dean Winchester, and open to anyone else who wants shenanigans
Where: THE CITY OF TOWNSVILLE WONDERLAND
When: Over the course of the superhero event (Oct 19-21)
Rating: Mostly silly dumb stuff but one thread will contain violence so… whatever the Dark Knight franchise is rated. PG-13? R??? Somewhere in that ballpark yeah
Summary: For interactions with Alfred (aka the "secret identity" and worse version of Peter Parker), press 1 for Friday. For epic battles of good versus evil (or just fucking with the weirdo in PJs), press 2 for Saturday. If you are Dean Winchester, please press 3 to insert knife into kidney on Sunday.
The Story:

Backstory: The 'I Looked This Up On Wikipedia So I Could Skip To The Good Stuff' Version

Alfred F. Jones was left on the doorstep of a New York orphanage with only a note saying "GOOD LUCK." The boy developed special powers early on, including super strength, incredible durability and healing, aim that would make a professional baseball player jealous, and a strange ability to have reality throw up its hands in exasperation and say "fuck it" in his presence.

By day he's merely Alfred, the nerdy kid obsessed with U.S. history, not too many friends, and 13 followers on Tumblr. By… other days, days when he doesn't want to study, or nights when his foster parents are being particularly neglectful and/or insomnia gets the best of him, he's AMERICA, a superhero with poor fashion choice and as powerful as the country he's named after.

(In this life, America--Alfred--can easily understand pop culture references. This will undoubtedly be exploited by his mun.)

And now you have all you need to know. Congratulations! You are now free to skip to a thread that is relevant to your interests.

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FRI. OCT 19 - Alfred F. Jones

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The day for Alfred starts at an ungodly hour called High School O'clock. It is a place close to hell that we are all familiar with: a place where alarms scream for you to wake up even though the sun itself is having trouble clawing its way up to the gray, foggy horizon; a place where you dress in a zombie-like state, grab a backpack with a vague hope that you didn't forget anything but too few fucks given to double-check; a bleary sort of nightmare that we all long to wake up from.

At 6:30am he stands at the bus stop. His foster parents don't splurge on the good stuff, so his coffee is from the corner 7-11. It tastes like water saturated with French Vanilla but hey, as long as it keeps him from slipping into a coma by third period, it's good enough. The sky is dingy and the world is a washed-out pale gray. In his sleep-deprived mind, Alfred thinks that the city looks like a Dementor sucked all live and color and joy out of it.

The day ambles by with Alfred sleeping through half his classes. Only when the AP history classes roll by is he suddenly awake, jittering like a crack addict about to get his next fix. He suggests that The Great Mouse Detective is "practically Shakespeare" in English while getting unnervingly defensive over Whitman's prose. So everything is normal.

Since he's never invited to parties so once 2pm rolls around and angels emerge from the heavens to usher teenagers to the weekend, he's left clutching his backpack, hunched over and smoking a cigarette in his browline glasses, desperately wishing he was at home watching anime. But no. His foster parents don't get in until later and ever since an incident with a fire extinguisher, he is no longer allowed to be a latchkey kid.

(You are free to encounter him at the bus, school, or somewhere around the city. This is a free reign if you wanted to get to know the kid behind the mask, torment him about his woefully obvious identity, or have your hero/villain/person treat him as a normal civilian!)

SAT. OCT 20 - America

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When Saturday rolls around, the world is a brighter place. Metaphorically. It's still grey and gross outside (is there any other weather in this city?) but he doesn't have to wake up at asshole o'clock and can blissfully ignore his homework until Sunday night.

IT'S TIME FOR SAVING THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD.

GONNA START THAT SHIT BY SORTING HIS FOSTER PARENT'S RECYCLING WHAT SON WHAT. REALLY GET THE BALL ROLLING BY LIFTING AN AMBULANCE OUT OF ITS PLACE IN GRIDLOCKED TRAFFIC AND DRAGGING IT TO THE HOSPITAL. TIME IS CRUCIAL THIS MAN NEEDS TO GET TO THE O.R.-- oh hey it's a kid from his class and he's got something stuck up his ass wow this is awkward. BUT ONCE THEY START AVOIDING EYE CONTACT and they mutter and cough a few "thanks" and "your welcomes" EVERYTHING IS BACK ON TRACK. YEAH!!!!

For a hero, America is a novice, but his heart is in the right place. He smiles and waves at fans or people he's rescued (whether they're grateful or not). He does his best to do the right thing. Follow his heart. Taking on the big baddies and really saving the world from doom has always been a dream of his, but you have to start somewhere, right? And since he can't join the army until he's out of school, he may as well get a head start with all that righteous justice stuff.

In his downtime when there's not an obvious crimes happening he's usually loitering around police cars or coffee shops in his garish outfit. Seriously, it looks like this kid Googled "American clothes," threw on some American flag tights, put some boxers over those, and then winged the rest of it. He wanted to go with a cowboy theme but the authentic stuff is expensive and the Halloween costumes just don't hold up against the wear and tear of battle.

SUN. OCT 21 - DEAN: the fresh prince of shanking

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The first rule of being a good superhero is to never reveal your secret identity. Alfred is still new at this and is a little careless about taking off his mask, but nine times out of ten that doesn't pose a problem. Much to his disappointment he's only on the peripheral of most "legitimate" villains, and even if they spotted him without his mask, seeing his face is pretty useless. Being an unknown, unpopular high school student has its perks.

It's been a rough weekend; he's earned a few bruises, a few more serious wounds that are on the mend, but nothing he can't hide by the time school rolls around tomorrow. (Most people don't question bruises on him. They never have, even when they probably should have. He isn't sure whether to be grateful for that or not.) But such is life. And let's be honest, scrapping with the city's dangerous criminals is still less painful than math homework. Which he hasn't done yet. Fuck.

Instead of being responsible and slipping back into his room to do that shit, he decides to take a break at the edge of a local park. Like everything in Wonderland it's pretty dark and foreboding, but he likes it. Going off the path is fun and for a while he can pretend he's exploring the mysterious woods in a far-off frontier. At least until he starts to remember all the urban legends about woods and Slender Man and shit, then he casually (heroically) turns tail and quickly runs to the safety of the inner city. (Villains are nothing compared to the monsters of his imagination.)

It's dark and ugly out but fear hasn't struck him yet. The woods are small and not so far from the heart of the city, yet it's almost unnervingly quiet, the sirens and cars and white noise of Wonderland drowned by wind and the rustle of dead leaves. His mask is off and he's checking the state of a bruise with an Iphone camera and its glow. Not too bad. Almost impressive actually!

This is how horror movies start.

Some part of him realizes that and then quickly hopes he gets a chainsaw hand.