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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?
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[ He teased playfully in return as he made his way into the shower. Normally he'd have it much hotter but he's not concerned with the heat of the shower for once. He wrapped his arms back around her. The water almost weighing down his short hair and running down his body.
Once he was pulled forward he dipped down just enough to reclaim her lips, the arms around her, sliding down to her hips.]
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[ Melting against Jason's naked body, she twists around in his arms and arches to put his cock between her cheeks, ass sliding under the drip of the shower, skin-to-skin. Her smiles nips at his lips over her shoulder. ]
Still wearing a gun or are you pleased to see me?
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Fuck
[ The word escaped, moving a hand down to grab hard at one of those luscious cheeks, shifting just a bit to rub his cock more between them.]
Definitely pleased to see you.
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[ Her head tips back on his shoulder and Loki braces a hand against the wall to steady them as Jason's weight tips forward. Her breathing grows shallow, anticipation aching between her legs where water isn't the only thing dripping, her thighs still glossy with the sheen of her first orgasm. ]
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Any rules or limits? [ He asked low, both hands moving down now, planning to make a move once he has his answer.]
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No gags or restraints. That's all.
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[ It certainly helps the ego. As for restraints, he was give it take on that, it was hotter to be dominated than to take someone else's power.
Once the kiss was placed on his cheek he shifted once more to make it easier, his hands on her hips as he moved to ease himself in from behind. Not waiting to wait any longer to be back in the dizzying heat.]
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It's always unbelievable that she can feel this way. ]
So good, Jason, [ breathy praise descends into a loud cry as she finds the best angle, ] right there ...
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[ He didn't reply in works, instead his grip on her hips tightened as he moved his hips harder, aiming for the spot that gave her that loud cry, wanting to hear her get louder, Though the more he moved the more his mind stopped thinking as much for his lover but chasing his own need. She felt amazing around him, again reminding his body how long he's ignored his own needs. The more he moved, the stronger his thrusts became, the tighter his grip on her hips.]
Fuck, Loki [ The two words falling in a heavy mantra falling from his lips and repeating.]
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Do it, Jason, let go for me ...
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It didn't take more than a second to realize she was going again, a choked groan caught in his throat as he heard her tell him to let go. Perfectly timed as he did just that. His hands clutched a little harder at her skin. His head dropping to her shoulder as he pulled himself free with a shift of his hips.]
God... [ It was the only word he could think of.]
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Yes, here I am ...