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riverviewlogs2017-08-11 10:48 pm
hititwithacrowbar) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-11 10:48 pm
Open Log: Sixteen big boy, Full pint in my manhood
who: Jason Todd
what: Jason think's he's 15, and his own personal 16th birthday party...
when: August 12th - 19th
where: All around.
warnings: Nothing yet, will update
A: Floor Six
Waking up was pretty odd, nor Alfred shuffling him out of bed to get ready for school. Even odder was the fact he was asleep on a chair, in strange clothes with a bowie knife sitting next to him.
What the hell? Pushing himself up he felt the aches and pains he was not used to.
"Shit, no wonder they say not to do that. " He grumbled as he walked around the room... was he in another boys home? What the fuck Bruce? Maybe he got mad that he had run away but shouldn't he remember being moved? Seeing what looked like a bathroom he walked in. It was seeing the face that greeted him that shocked him.
He looked so much like his dad, his hair was a little longer than he likes...and he had stubble peppering his jaw. "Holy...." his words cut off in his throat as he started feeling his face. "Oh man this is awesome!" He practically shrieked. And people said puberty sucked. Logically he knew it didn't really work that way, but it was easier to accept that he had just woke up a foot and some change taller, with a deeper voice and a damn nice body. Which he was now seeing as he tugged his shirt up over his stomach.
Jason was known for hogging the hot water and the shower, but this morning he was just marveling in the mirror.
A long while later once he was back by the bed he had been told was his he looked over the books. That seemed right but the clothes in the drawers looked big enough for this body. Which confused him but he shifted through each item looking until he found. Opting for a pair of loose jeans, a belt and a black t-shirt and red hoodie, the bowie knife he had woken up with carefully slipped between his belt and pants, just in case. After grabbing the wallet on the bed side table and slipped it in his jeans. If it was his bed clearly that must be his… even if it wasn't he was taking it.
B: Wandering Around
After a few hours of wandering around, Jason could be found at the mall. Sipping from a slushie as he walked around, it was weird having this kind of freedom again. Sure he had run away days ago, but once he returned to the manor he knew that it was back to staying around Bruce and Alfred if he wasn't at school. He thought about calling Dick, but he didn't have the sheet of paper, he had already tried to call Alfred and Bruce and neither worked, so clearly he wouldn't be able to reach Dick either… but he was excited. He had a trip planned for when he returned home. To go find his mother. Things were looking bright from here on out for Jason Todd.
He was nervous thinking about how he would hunt down the three women in his father's address book but he would worry about that once he found a way home. Surely this was something that would work itself out. So instead he decided to be a normal teenager and walk around the mall window shopping. He didn't have Bruce's gold card on him, but apparently he had money. He had looked at the ID inside the wallet and saw his name and an age that didn't make sense, having turned the card around so he didn’t have to see it he figured better to just pretend. After all he couldn't be like the guy he talked to when he first woke.
After awhile of wandering around he sat on a bench and just quietly watched people. Making up stories about each of them for his own amusement. He was bored but it was better than going back to where he had woke up just yet.
C: The Rooftops after dark
It hadn't taken him long to realize there was no way he could have his magic of being Robin, not properly. He didn't have his costume and he's certain he wouldn't be able to fit it even if he did. So instead he improvised. The jeans from earlier and some stuff from the trunk by his bed which had a red domino mask in it, and a red cloak. He found a green shirt to not be to far from himself as he put the mask, the spirit glue and the cloak into a bag he found and headed out through the window when he figured no one would notice. Moving down a few floors before he finally jumped. The landing was a little rougher than he was used to but that was okay.
He slipped into an alleyway putting on the mask and the cloak. The bag hidden away as he moved to scale another building. It was night and what else did he have to do until someone brought him home? There could be crime to fight! He moved quickly across rooftops, eventually getting bored and sitting with his legs danging over the edge as he watched the life of the city below him, and the stars above.
Maybe it wasn't so bad here.
D: August 16th - Floor Six
Jason had been in then kitchen for awhile. The smell of something sweet was floating through the air. He had chocolate cake batter on his cheek and was cleaning up the mess he had made making the cake that was cooling on the counter. Eventually the cake was finished and iced with green icing. He didn't bother putting happy birthday on it, since it was his own cake and his own birthday. A plate was pulled down as he cut a piece bigger than Alfred would ever approve, and piled on ice cream. Grabbing a soda out of the fridge he walked over sitting the plate down on the floor as he turned on the TV and loaded up the game system he had been using for days to kill time. Since he wasn't in school and wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do beyond that he spent part of the night patrolling. Wearing the clothes he had found in the trunk… besides the red bat symbol. After he shocked himself the first time he just wore a green shirt and jeans with the red domino mask and red cloak he had found. Still, he had to much time on his hands.
So he was playing a lot of video games.
Looking down at his cake while he wanted for the game to load he didn't realize his eyes were getting misty. In that moment he really missed Alfred and Bruce. He had been here for days, and he worried he might never get home. By now he knew Dick was here, and two others who were connected to Bruce. He had a lot of feelings that he wasn't sure how to process. He was missing pages, a lot of pages. He reached up furiously scrubbing at his face as the game's cinematic started. There was no time to be sad, Alfred wouldn't approve of him crying like this. He'd spent most of his life alone, and he had Dick here…. He wasn't alone despite how he felt.
Feeling another wave coming on he grabbed the plate and started to eat, trying to distract the overbearing feelings instead of him with the sugar.
what: Jason think's he's 15, and his own personal 16th birthday party...
when: August 12th - 19th
where: All around.
warnings: Nothing yet, will update
A: Floor Six
Waking up was pretty odd, nor Alfred shuffling him out of bed to get ready for school. Even odder was the fact he was asleep on a chair, in strange clothes with a bowie knife sitting next to him.
What the hell? Pushing himself up he felt the aches and pains he was not used to.
"Shit, no wonder they say not to do that. " He grumbled as he walked around the room... was he in another boys home? What the fuck Bruce? Maybe he got mad that he had run away but shouldn't he remember being moved? Seeing what looked like a bathroom he walked in. It was seeing the face that greeted him that shocked him.
He looked so much like his dad, his hair was a little longer than he likes...and he had stubble peppering his jaw. "Holy...." his words cut off in his throat as he started feeling his face. "Oh man this is awesome!" He practically shrieked. And people said puberty sucked. Logically he knew it didn't really work that way, but it was easier to accept that he had just woke up a foot and some change taller, with a deeper voice and a damn nice body. Which he was now seeing as he tugged his shirt up over his stomach.
Jason was known for hogging the hot water and the shower, but this morning he was just marveling in the mirror.
A long while later once he was back by the bed he had been told was his he looked over the books. That seemed right but the clothes in the drawers looked big enough for this body. Which confused him but he shifted through each item looking until he found. Opting for a pair of loose jeans, a belt and a black t-shirt and red hoodie, the bowie knife he had woken up with carefully slipped between his belt and pants, just in case. After grabbing the wallet on the bed side table and slipped it in his jeans. If it was his bed clearly that must be his… even if it wasn't he was taking it.
B: Wandering Around
After a few hours of wandering around, Jason could be found at the mall. Sipping from a slushie as he walked around, it was weird having this kind of freedom again. Sure he had run away days ago, but once he returned to the manor he knew that it was back to staying around Bruce and Alfred if he wasn't at school. He thought about calling Dick, but he didn't have the sheet of paper, he had already tried to call Alfred and Bruce and neither worked, so clearly he wouldn't be able to reach Dick either… but he was excited. He had a trip planned for when he returned home. To go find his mother. Things were looking bright from here on out for Jason Todd.
He was nervous thinking about how he would hunt down the three women in his father's address book but he would worry about that once he found a way home. Surely this was something that would work itself out. So instead he decided to be a normal teenager and walk around the mall window shopping. He didn't have Bruce's gold card on him, but apparently he had money. He had looked at the ID inside the wallet and saw his name and an age that didn't make sense, having turned the card around so he didn’t have to see it he figured better to just pretend. After all he couldn't be like the guy he talked to when he first woke.
After awhile of wandering around he sat on a bench and just quietly watched people. Making up stories about each of them for his own amusement. He was bored but it was better than going back to where he had woke up just yet.
C: The Rooftops after dark
It hadn't taken him long to realize there was no way he could have his magic of being Robin, not properly. He didn't have his costume and he's certain he wouldn't be able to fit it even if he did. So instead he improvised. The jeans from earlier and some stuff from the trunk by his bed which had a red domino mask in it, and a red cloak. He found a green shirt to not be to far from himself as he put the mask, the spirit glue and the cloak into a bag he found and headed out through the window when he figured no one would notice. Moving down a few floors before he finally jumped. The landing was a little rougher than he was used to but that was okay.
He slipped into an alleyway putting on the mask and the cloak. The bag hidden away as he moved to scale another building. It was night and what else did he have to do until someone brought him home? There could be crime to fight! He moved quickly across rooftops, eventually getting bored and sitting with his legs danging over the edge as he watched the life of the city below him, and the stars above.
Maybe it wasn't so bad here.
D: August 16th - Floor Six
Jason had been in then kitchen for awhile. The smell of something sweet was floating through the air. He had chocolate cake batter on his cheek and was cleaning up the mess he had made making the cake that was cooling on the counter. Eventually the cake was finished and iced with green icing. He didn't bother putting happy birthday on it, since it was his own cake and his own birthday. A plate was pulled down as he cut a piece bigger than Alfred would ever approve, and piled on ice cream. Grabbing a soda out of the fridge he walked over sitting the plate down on the floor as he turned on the TV and loaded up the game system he had been using for days to kill time. Since he wasn't in school and wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do beyond that he spent part of the night patrolling. Wearing the clothes he had found in the trunk… besides the red bat symbol. After he shocked himself the first time he just wore a green shirt and jeans with the red domino mask and red cloak he had found. Still, he had to much time on his hands.
So he was playing a lot of video games.
Looking down at his cake while he wanted for the game to load he didn't realize his eyes were getting misty. In that moment he really missed Alfred and Bruce. He had been here for days, and he worried he might never get home. By now he knew Dick was here, and two others who were connected to Bruce. He had a lot of feelings that he wasn't sure how to process. He was missing pages, a lot of pages. He reached up furiously scrubbing at his face as the game's cinematic started. There was no time to be sad, Alfred wouldn't approve of him crying like this. He'd spent most of his life alone, and he had Dick here…. He wasn't alone despite how he felt.
Feeling another wave coming on he grabbed the plate and started to eat, trying to distract the overbearing feelings instead of him with the sugar.
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"Well if you do need anything please call. You don't remember but we are friends." She wanted to look out for him if she could. Though from what she's seen… Jason could look out for himself.