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riverviewlogs2017-10-27 09:51 am
hititwithacrowbar) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-27 09:51 am
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who: Jason Todd
what: More days around the city
when: 10-27/11-5
where: Floor Six, Perimeter Guard, Book Store, Rooftops and Riverview High.
warnings: None yet, will update.
Floor Six + Perimeter Guard
Jason had woken up in one of his moods, that much was clear by the way he sat at the edge of his bed with the covers half over his head like a cloak. Glaring a anyone and everyone that made any noise on the floor. It didn't help that he had only gone to bed a couple hours beforehand and it was a bad dream that jolted him out of his slumber.
Waiting to hear the shower kick off so he could steal the water also didn't help his mood when he saw the time and realized he was about twenty minutes later for work. The covers thrown back as he shuffled fast to tug on his guard uniform and strap his guns to his legs and tugged on his leather jacket as he rushed for the door forgetting his messenger bag by the bed.
After speeding on his bike through the city streets, barely getting by without getting caught by the police. He parked the bike and rushed into the headquarters. He still had healing bruises from the bar fight last week and he looked a mess but after some talking he made his way to get started on the days job.
Bookstore
Once he was free of the obligations of the day, Jason went to his favorite place, the little bookstore/cafe he often had lunch with Ciel at. Quietly moving through the shelves looking for something new to read that caught his interest. Stopping every now and then to look over the back of a book for a synopsis. It was the calm part in the day, just flipping through the pages of multiple books. He was still dressed in his uniform since he had forgotten his bag with the change of clothes and didn't feel like running home yet.
Once he found a book, he could he found at one of the tables nursing some coffee as he turned pages soaking in the simple lovely little story he had found.
Rooftop
Jason, no, Red Hood moved silently along the rooftops and back alleys. He was bored of laying low, of being good and letting the metas and other's handle everything. He missed the rush of it all. So even with his helmet on the fritz he moved as quickly and quietly as he could. Eventually he found himself with nothing to do sitting on the edge of a roof with the hood half lifted sipping a fountain drink while watching the city life below.
Riverview High School - Mostly Closed to Bruce Wayne
The last place a guy like Jason Todd needed to be was at a high school. He had never got to finish school himself, despite jumping from 5th grade drop out to top of his class at a Gotham private school within months of being taken in by Bruce. He and his adopted father had spent many nights after patrols talking about what kind of college he would go to, the path laid out for him, but he never made it that far. Never even got his GED when he came back. His vengeance had been more important, then life just swept him up.
He was only here for the same reason he had gone to that fancy school back in Gotham. For Bruce Wayne.
He was sitting outside, constantly looking at his watch, leaning on the hood of a rusted red 60's Mustang, dressed in dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. He wasn't sure why he had decided to stop stalking his father, and just approach him again, but clearly ambushing him at the end of a school day was better than approaching him at the communal housing.
what: More days around the city
when: 10-27/11-5
where: Floor Six, Perimeter Guard, Book Store, Rooftops and Riverview High.
warnings: None yet, will update.
Floor Six + Perimeter Guard
Jason had woken up in one of his moods, that much was clear by the way he sat at the edge of his bed with the covers half over his head like a cloak. Glaring a anyone and everyone that made any noise on the floor. It didn't help that he had only gone to bed a couple hours beforehand and it was a bad dream that jolted him out of his slumber.
Waiting to hear the shower kick off so he could steal the water also didn't help his mood when he saw the time and realized he was about twenty minutes later for work. The covers thrown back as he shuffled fast to tug on his guard uniform and strap his guns to his legs and tugged on his leather jacket as he rushed for the door forgetting his messenger bag by the bed.
After speeding on his bike through the city streets, barely getting by without getting caught by the police. He parked the bike and rushed into the headquarters. He still had healing bruises from the bar fight last week and he looked a mess but after some talking he made his way to get started on the days job.
Bookstore
Once he was free of the obligations of the day, Jason went to his favorite place, the little bookstore/cafe he often had lunch with Ciel at. Quietly moving through the shelves looking for something new to read that caught his interest. Stopping every now and then to look over the back of a book for a synopsis. It was the calm part in the day, just flipping through the pages of multiple books. He was still dressed in his uniform since he had forgotten his bag with the change of clothes and didn't feel like running home yet.
Once he found a book, he could he found at one of the tables nursing some coffee as he turned pages soaking in the simple lovely little story he had found.
Rooftop
Jason, no, Red Hood moved silently along the rooftops and back alleys. He was bored of laying low, of being good and letting the metas and other's handle everything. He missed the rush of it all. So even with his helmet on the fritz he moved as quickly and quietly as he could. Eventually he found himself with nothing to do sitting on the edge of a roof with the hood half lifted sipping a fountain drink while watching the city life below.
Riverview High School - Mostly Closed to Bruce Wayne
The last place a guy like Jason Todd needed to be was at a high school. He had never got to finish school himself, despite jumping from 5th grade drop out to top of his class at a Gotham private school within months of being taken in by Bruce. He and his adopted father had spent many nights after patrols talking about what kind of college he would go to, the path laid out for him, but he never made it that far. Never even got his GED when he came back. His vengeance had been more important, then life just swept him up.
He was only here for the same reason he had gone to that fancy school back in Gotham. For Bruce Wayne.
He was sitting outside, constantly looking at his watch, leaning on the hood of a rusted red 60's Mustang, dressed in dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. He wasn't sure why he had decided to stop stalking his father, and just approach him again, but clearly ambushing him at the end of a school day was better than approaching him at the communal housing.
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He went back to working on his food and nodded.]
Of course, think of the fun we could get up to, jumping rooftops and kicking the shit out of drug dealers.
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[ Maybe his point of view tonight is more heavily skewered than he thought because, at first, he imagined nightclubs and laughter. Far fewer drug dealers. ]
It's not really my scene but I don't have anything better to do.
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[ He looked a little concerned Loki's way when he said it wasn't his scene. He had just assumed Loki was a crime fighter to... though Norse god of lies maybe that was naivety on his part.]
We could just go out somewhere if you want? I'm at your complete disposal.
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[ It seems a little pointless to target minor criminals, for Loki, when he could teleport them into prison and be done with it. But, this is Jason's livelihood, so Loki hitches up a stronger smile and nods for his sake. ]
Between the hours of eleven and three, shall we say?
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[ Which with his magic it made sense. Jason's own weird All-caste magic didn't really do a lot beyond make him a threat to stronger beings. He still had to leg it to catch dealers and such. As the blades wouldn't hard a human more than any normal blade would. ]
Sounds good, it's my usually out time anyway. If you want afterwards you can crash with me? The floors packed again but, I don't care what any of them think.
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Maybe Loki is just lonelier without Anthony than he realised. ]
Hm? That's okay, I don't mind.
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[ He offered as he was done eating for now, last thing he needed was to eat to much and end up just going home and falling into a food coma. ] So, I'll meet you at 11, here?
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[ That draws his focus. ]
Um, I may be busy later ... Some other time, though.
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[ He leaned over quickly and kissed Loki's cheek.]
I should bail, I uhh, have some books to return.
[ Like the library was even open.]
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Yeah, no problem. Have a wild time at the library, Mister Darcy.
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[ He called back as he hurried out the door, feeling like an idiot and unsure why. Just wanting to put as much distance as he could and quickly. Wanting to figure out the mess in his head. He'd have to apologize later, and he hated apologizing.]
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Alongside Tony's spectre, which too stares into the fireplace as it leans forward on its knees to be in the godling's view, Loki lets himself wallow in a doze. ]