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riverviewlogs2017-07-10 12:50 pm
hititwithacrowbar) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-10 12:50 pm
[Open] Just a night
who: Jason Todd, OTA.
what: Jay is settling in.
when: July 11th.
where: Floor Six, and Quarantine Bar, more may be added!
warnings: Most likely just language for now, but will update!
A: Floor Six - Open
Since moving into his space on Floor Six, Jason Todd had made it a point to rarely be in. Aside from attending the meeting that had happened the day before. It was the middle of the afternoon when Jay made his way inside home to long, he had dropped a couple bags on the kitchen counter, and his phone tossed inside of a cup to make the song playing off his phone play louder while he dug around for pans and a cutting board. Considering he had eaten out most of the festival he figured he needed to save money before he blew through it all. New clothes were still something he needed to buy, so food needed to be cheaper.
The older rock tunes floated through the sixth floor, as did the eventual smell of a vegetable stew. Jason himself had hoisted himself up to sit on the counter as he flipped through the friendr app. The stew would be ready within the hour, so he was mostly killing time. He didn't want to be hungry when he leaves later to go see Dick.
B: quarantine bar - Open
It was well near midnight when Jason found himself sitting at the Quarantine Bar. He had planned to head out to Trixie, and yet, decided at the last moment to skip out on it. Eventually he had found himself at the bar, sitting by himself with head propped on one hand with his fingers tangled in his dark hair. A beer sat in front of him half empty, he was listening to the sounds of the club. He was tired but he refused to even consider sleep while it was still so early in the night. Which was why he was reading to keep his mind occupied but not wandering.
Eventually he closed the book and lifted his arms over his head, stretching and yawning at the same time. He shifted off the stool and moved to go see if there was anyone sitting around he could bother at the late hour, with little concern for the fact he would have to be at work in the morning.
C: Wild Card
what: Jay is settling in.
when: July 11th.
where: Floor Six, and Quarantine Bar, more may be added!
warnings: Most likely just language for now, but will update!
A: Floor Six - Open
Since moving into his space on Floor Six, Jason Todd had made it a point to rarely be in. Aside from attending the meeting that had happened the day before. It was the middle of the afternoon when Jay made his way inside home to long, he had dropped a couple bags on the kitchen counter, and his phone tossed inside of a cup to make the song playing off his phone play louder while he dug around for pans and a cutting board. Considering he had eaten out most of the festival he figured he needed to save money before he blew through it all. New clothes were still something he needed to buy, so food needed to be cheaper.
The older rock tunes floated through the sixth floor, as did the eventual smell of a vegetable stew. Jason himself had hoisted himself up to sit on the counter as he flipped through the friendr app. The stew would be ready within the hour, so he was mostly killing time. He didn't want to be hungry when he leaves later to go see Dick.
B: quarantine bar - Open
It was well near midnight when Jason found himself sitting at the Quarantine Bar. He had planned to head out to Trixie, and yet, decided at the last moment to skip out on it. Eventually he had found himself at the bar, sitting by himself with head propped on one hand with his fingers tangled in his dark hair. A beer sat in front of him half empty, he was listening to the sounds of the club. He was tired but he refused to even consider sleep while it was still so early in the night. Which was why he was reading to keep his mind occupied but not wandering.
Eventually he closed the book and lifted his arms over his head, stretching and yawning at the same time. He shifted off the stool and moved to go see if there was anyone sitting around he could bother at the late hour, with little concern for the fact he would have to be at work in the morning.
C: Wild Card
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Dick had always been better, he would never be Dick, and yet he would always compare himself. That wasn't his issue tonight. He couldn't leave it in the past, his life was so deep rooted in what had happened that even as he stepped forward he always took two steps back.]
It's not your place to lay a hand on his deranged head. It was B's and he dropped the ball on that big time. I'm not asking you to understand Dick, you cant you wont. Your not me, and you never will be, you can't understand me or my choices. [ He rambled a little the way he does when he's comfortable or stressed. He was more the latter at the second.] What I mean is you don't know if I'm a monster or not. I didn't want to start again on lies, you have a right to know what I am and what I do. I'm not a stupid kid anymore.
Though, maybe this was stupid. I just had to try before I wrote any chance of us being family off again. [ he reached over for his helmet to open it up like he was about to leave.]
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He can't. He cannot let it end this way. He reaches for Jason's arm, intending to latch on tight enough to hold him fast a moment longer. Long enough to hear this. ]
I'm not asking you to lie to me about who you are, I'm asking you to do the right thing now.
[ His eyes look for his under the mask, intent and sad. ]
You can stop, Jason.
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Dickie, I don't just kill anyone, I kill the ones who deserve it. I am being better, I've been playing by B's rules awhile now. Even if I don't like it. You might not like it, but one of us has to be willing to cross that line for the better of everyone. I can and will be that monster when I need to be. I don't intend to kill anyone here unless it becomes nessisary. And this place is full of superheroes. They will beat me to it before I could try.
[ He sighs before a thought hits him and he starts to laugh through the seriousness of the moment as he looked to Dick.]
Did you know they have super hero porn here? Like for real?
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But Jason has a point that the stakes are different here. The needs of this world are different. Is an imperfect impasse the same as compromising? Does he have a chance at ever getting through to Jason at all if he doesn't accept this as progress?
He doesn't know what Bruce would want him to do. What Bruce would ask him to do.
He lets out a little breath at last, not quite a laugh. ]
...And that's coming as a shock?
[ But. Alright, porn. If that's the conversation they're having now. He doesn't smile, but he does back down, tension and visible indecision dissipating a little. ]
You missed out on a lot while you were-
...gone.
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He's thankful Dick couldn't know about so much of what had happened, not just in his life but in Dick's own. Damian's and Tim's... so much gone. A better chance, and yet he wasn't sure he deserved it. ]
A little yeah, I mean this shit was old school all the way. It was horrifyingly amazing. I know you didn't ask, but I have to say before it sounds weird, it did nothing for me.
[ He waved a hand as he said it, before looking back up at Dick. The emotional whiplash showing on his features, both looking tired and uncertain.]
Not as much as you'd think Dickie, come on sit back down with me. Or we can ditch the masks and go get a drink somewhere.
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Fine. Let's... let's bag all that for now and just... [ Leave. Drink. The tension in his muscles dissolves at last as he peels his domino off, rubbing tiredly at his eyes underneath. ]
I've had enough of masks for one night.
[ He wants to know Jason. ]
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We could hit up the Quarantine? I know Timbers and Loki own Trixie, but I figure someone would ask us questions. I like anonymity for moments like these.
[ A messenger bag had been hanging at his side when he arrived, which was now opened, his masks put inside. The bag was how he was hiding who he was from his roommates. He didn't want them knowing. Not yet anyway.
He pushed himself back to his feet and grinned back at Dick then. ]
Last one there buys the first round?
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But he has to crack a smile there anyway. It'll be a cold day in hell before he turns down that kind of challenge. ]
If you think you can keep up.
[ He wants to believe it's possible. That they, the two of them, can do this. ]
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He expected this to go sideways and be completely and utterly irreparable. And yet here he was moving quickly off the rooftop to head towards his bar of choice. He actually hadn't gone into Trixie yet aside from meeting Tim that first night. No one knew him in the Quarantine. It was like slumming it up at the sleezy bars in Gotham. Easier to blend in.
Moving quickly through the night he hoped that knowing the way would help, but Dick had been here longer, and despite what he likes to think, he knows Dick is faster.]