i can't remember the good old days.

[bamboozlement]

who: Jaybirb and YOU!
what: Intro log; catch-all for October.
when: Right meow.
where: Around Quarantine - see prompts for specifics.
warnings: Will update as needed!


are all the good times getting gone? (working; ranting and raving)

[Jason would be a lot more surprised about turning up in Quarantine if this weren't more or less his exact brand of luck. It figures that after watching his team of Outlaws get sucked into a portal to who knows where, Jason would find himself in a fairly similar position.

Artemis and Bizarro aren't here, though. He's checked the network. Saw at least one other name he recognized, too, and decided against sending a message. What good would it do?

He throws himself into his work instead, this ridiculous job he's been assigned as a bouncer for some factory-turned-club called Ranting and Raving, and that's a Z-grade pun if he's ever heard one - and believe him, he's heard plenty. He pulls as many shifts as he can stand, because it gives him something to do that isn't driving himself crazy(er) over what happened in Gotham just before he turned up here, and the cacophony of beats is loud enough to drown out whatever thoughts do manage to spring up. It's not ideal employment, but there's enough inherent threat assessment to hold Jason's interest; he knows which telltale signs to look for that cry concealed weapons, intoxication, trouble.

The fact that he looks like he's already done a few rounds with a rowdy crowd doesn't hurt his image, either - deep bruising over his right eye, a split lip, small stitches over his eyebrow and cheekbone. Jason's had enough practice to know how to hold himself to hide the bruised ribs that he refuses to treat properly, because - well. He deserves that pain, doesn't he?]

No sandals, no hats. Look, pal, I don't make the rules here - I just make sure you follow 'em.

they come and go and go and come and go (brooding; community housing, floor 9)

[He'd say he's slept in worse places, but that implies that he actually sleeps, so.

It's not a bad room. There's privacy, but sometimes it feels like the walls are slowly closing in on him, and Jason escapes to the balcony, if it's not already occupied by anyone else on the floor. He can lose track of the excess time here, staring out at the unfamiliar skyline. His expression defaults to a deep frown when he thinks no one is watching him.]

i've got a lot of friends who are stars but some are just black holes (wildcard)

[Want to run into Jason somewhere else? Hit me up at fibroplastic or journal PM to discuss!]

Comments

[bamboozlement]

[You are correct; this is a place Jason comes to brood. His brooding cannot be contained to a single location, obviously, but this one is the most convenient, so. Here he is, standing at lean against the railing, gaze unfocused on the ground below. His ears pick up the sound of movement and it pulls his focus back to the here and now, though he only gives Ryo a cursory backwards glance over his shoulder.]

I know. That's why I'm out here.

[apt666]

[ That's why he came here, to begin with. He knew that it was quiet, and Ryo preferred to be alone. He also wanted to brood a bit. It was hard to brood in the company of others. And he didn't really care about getting to know other people here, either. However, the presence of others would be distracting.

He didn't enjoy what was going on this month. He frowned, but instead of moving away to leave the other to his brooding, which Ryo knew that he would prefer himself, he stayed there. He pondered what to say, though. Ryo was a good showman. He always had been, it was part of who and how he was as a person.

He considered, though, if he had even seen the other around before. ]

You live on this floor?

[ Ryo didn't think he hadn't ever seen the other around, which would be interesting if they had seen the same floor. But, he only really came here to sleep, eat, and mope on the balcony from time to time. He did his work in the office at the school, so his living space almost seemed to be unused. ]

[bamboozlement]

[There's not much about anything related to Jason's current life that he's enjoying. The memory of what went down in Gotham just before he left is still an open wound on his heart, and getting displaced by some dumb portal doesn't help the situation at all. The idea of running into ghosts doesn't sit well with him, either - he's haunted enough by his many failures as it is, thanks.]

Yeah. [Ryo really seems to want to talk, and Jason is too tired to do the gruff, get-the-hell-away persona thing, so. He turns around to face Ryo, and leans back against the railing, arms folded across his chest.] Just moved in. Jason.