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riverviewlogs2017-09-27 08:56 am
hititwithacrowbar) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-27 08:56 am
Log: Too much walking shoes worn thin
who: Jason Todd
what: Jason exploring and being down during Tavernfest.
when: September 24th- October 5th
where: Around the city
warnings: Some heavy drinking, cursing and possibly fighting. update: nsfw in Loki thread.
A: Perimeter Guard Headquarters
Jason hadn't been sure where he would be assigned to today, he had come in again freshly sobered and just a coming off the tail end of a hang over from being out at Tavernfest the night before. He always tried to make sure he was sober by the time he was due to work in the AM. He was in proper uniform and like always his guns were strapped to his thighs. Being at work was the only time he really had a chance to let the weapons out or have a chance to use them.
To many heroes in the city for him to really get much of a chance to do much. He tried to hide a yawn as he stood quietly killing time.
B: Tavernfest + Bookstore
Jason had hurried home once he was done with work, changing quickly into the fancy clothes he had bought the first day of the festival. Slicking his hair into a proper Victorian style, and grabbing the cane shaped umbrella, and hurrying back out the door. Only a quick hello offered to his roommates as he quickly changed by his bed and left.
Stopping at different places to try the different foods and the pairing options. It was fun, he had never had much of a chance back home to do stuff like this. It was nice. He walked along, the umbrella over his shoulder, a black and red pattern that went well with his suit. Humming a certain Rhianna song to himself since he was bored and moving through the crowds looking for the next place to stop.
"Excuse me." He spoke, squeezing through a small crowd to get to the edge of a bookstore he had not found yet, making his way inside to close the umbrella, tapping the rain off and moved inside to look around. Drinking could wait when there were new books to look at.
C: Jay's favorite Divebar. (After talking to Bruce over the network)
Jason stared solemnly down at the phone in his hands. He was Sitting at his favored place at the bar. Not bothering to play pool, or go out back looking for a fight. His fancy festival jacket hung open as he sat at the bar, the frilly black shirt still in place. His hair was messed all up, and he generally just looked a mess from how fancy he looked the days of Tavernfest. No he sat there quietly working on his drink. Rereading the messages between him and Bruce... not Bruce. Whoever the child was.
Each time his pint was empty he just tapped the glass without looking up.
They had come so far from his rage when he returned to Gotham. So much bad blood, so much time lost... it was his fault of course. Everything was his fault. He kept opening a new text but never sent it. Loki's name waiting for it to be sent but each time he closed it and looked back to Bruce's messages.
How were Dick and Damian handling this? He knew he should go knock on that door and question them, offer an olive branch to help his older brother and his growing house of boys. After all, he had NO doubt at all that Dick was going to take little Bruce in the way Bruce had taken all of them in.
He lifted his finger tapping the glass again.
D: Umbrella
Being Gotham born and bred, Jason knew the fancy umbrella wasn't exactly needed. He was used to miserable rain, it almost never bothered him. It was near midnight that he was out tonight, not dressed up for the festival. Dodging people that got to close as well. Dressed in his normal civilian clothes. His red leather pants he had gotten not to long ago during the acid rains, and a black long sleeved shirt. His big black boots splashing on the sidewalk as he made his way through the night streets. Taking in the sounds of the city, the way he did when he was upset, or just needed to center his energy... the same way he helped calm Bizaaro. Listen to the life of the city.
Cities were alive.
And god did the life of this city make him miss the cesspool he called home. He hated Gotham three fourths of the time, but, it always called him home.
E: Anything else?
what: Jason exploring and being down during Tavernfest.
when: September 24th- October 5th
where: Around the city
warnings: Some heavy drinking, cursing and possibly fighting. update: nsfw in Loki thread.
A: Perimeter Guard Headquarters
Jason hadn't been sure where he would be assigned to today, he had come in again freshly sobered and just a coming off the tail end of a hang over from being out at Tavernfest the night before. He always tried to make sure he was sober by the time he was due to work in the AM. He was in proper uniform and like always his guns were strapped to his thighs. Being at work was the only time he really had a chance to let the weapons out or have a chance to use them.
To many heroes in the city for him to really get much of a chance to do much. He tried to hide a yawn as he stood quietly killing time.
B: Tavernfest + Bookstore
Jason had hurried home once he was done with work, changing quickly into the fancy clothes he had bought the first day of the festival. Slicking his hair into a proper Victorian style, and grabbing the cane shaped umbrella, and hurrying back out the door. Only a quick hello offered to his roommates as he quickly changed by his bed and left.
Stopping at different places to try the different foods and the pairing options. It was fun, he had never had much of a chance back home to do stuff like this. It was nice. He walked along, the umbrella over his shoulder, a black and red pattern that went well with his suit. Humming a certain Rhianna song to himself since he was bored and moving through the crowds looking for the next place to stop.
"Excuse me." He spoke, squeezing through a small crowd to get to the edge of a bookstore he had not found yet, making his way inside to close the umbrella, tapping the rain off and moved inside to look around. Drinking could wait when there were new books to look at.
C: Jay's favorite Divebar. (After talking to Bruce over the network)
Jason stared solemnly down at the phone in his hands. He was Sitting at his favored place at the bar. Not bothering to play pool, or go out back looking for a fight. His fancy festival jacket hung open as he sat at the bar, the frilly black shirt still in place. His hair was messed all up, and he generally just looked a mess from how fancy he looked the days of Tavernfest. No he sat there quietly working on his drink. Rereading the messages between him and Bruce... not Bruce. Whoever the child was.
Each time his pint was empty he just tapped the glass without looking up.
They had come so far from his rage when he returned to Gotham. So much bad blood, so much time lost... it was his fault of course. Everything was his fault. He kept opening a new text but never sent it. Loki's name waiting for it to be sent but each time he closed it and looked back to Bruce's messages.
How were Dick and Damian handling this? He knew he should go knock on that door and question them, offer an olive branch to help his older brother and his growing house of boys. After all, he had NO doubt at all that Dick was going to take little Bruce in the way Bruce had taken all of them in.
He lifted his finger tapping the glass again.
D: Umbrella
Being Gotham born and bred, Jason knew the fancy umbrella wasn't exactly needed. He was used to miserable rain, it almost never bothered him. It was near midnight that he was out tonight, not dressed up for the festival. Dodging people that got to close as well. Dressed in his normal civilian clothes. His red leather pants he had gotten not to long ago during the acid rains, and a black long sleeved shirt. His big black boots splashing on the sidewalk as he made his way through the night streets. Taking in the sounds of the city, the way he did when he was upset, or just needed to center his energy... the same way he helped calm Bizaaro. Listen to the life of the city.
Cities were alive.
And god did the life of this city make him miss the cesspool he called home. He hated Gotham three fourths of the time, but, it always called him home.
E: Anything else?
Bookshop
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What was with his life lately? ]
It's cool.
[ he replied not looking back as he made his way inside, he could tell Bruce was following him, his heart hammered as he walked to look at the books trying to pretend like he hadn't noticed.]
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He combs through the aisles looking for a section on Non-Fiction or Reference materials he can use. ]
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Jason moved through in his new Victorian finery, running a hand through his slicked hair, trying to not be notable as is eyes tracked the boy every time he looked up from a book. He was ghosting around fiction at the moment. Tracking the little Bat.]
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But, as he scours, Bruce can't help but feel an itch between his back. And every few moments his sharp eyes casually survey the store around him, not sure if he's simply paranoid or truly being watched. ]
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Hello, Mr. Wayne, I have a feeling I know what your looking for, and just how to find it.
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Is that so?
[ Do tell him, Jaybird, what your dad is looking for. Oh please do. ]
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Oh, yes of course, Mr. Wayne. You are looking in non-fiction, more specially the history section. Give how you look just a bit unsure it tells me your looking for something in particular. You have not been here long, so logically your looking for a way home or the history of this place, as many of us did upon arrival.
The answer to that question, unless I am wrong about all of this. Is seek out Edward Elric of Floor Six on the communal floor. He has a whole group doing research and exploration on this land and documenting it all. If you have questions Elric may be your best answer.
[ Eat your heart out, old Bruce.]
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I see. [ Then Bruce, neutral in his expression as always, considers something. ] What's the charge for this information? You're Mister Todd, right?
[ Selina has drilled into him that nothing is ever free. ]
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Sharp as a tack, though I'm sure the accent gave it away. There is no charge, Mr. Wayne, as I said before, I met...well will meet you one day. Consider it pay back.
[ It hurt his heart to sell what once was that short, but he wanted to at least pretend that was all it was.]
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Pay back generally has the ring of retribution, not charity. And please call me Bruce.
[ Mr. Wayne is best left to his adult peers at cocktail parties. ]
opps this notif got eatten
I don't do the charity thing, and despite being from crime alley, I don't get my kicks beating down kids, so just use the information as you will, Bruce..
[ It felt so wrong calling this boy Bruce, yet he was curious what this place had planned for him.]