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Jason Peter Todd || The Red Hood ([personal profile] hititwithacrowbar) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-11-30 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned, lifting hands to intertwine fingers beneath his chin while he leaned in on them. That was a sentiment he could get behind, being that more often than not, it was all he had ever had to go on in his small apartment back in the city. The stove was his heater and the window his cooling unit unless he chose to step into the ice room where bodies were kept.

"They were what all nobles are." In a few words, of course, but he could remember more, so much more. "His mother, I saw her less than I saw any of them, but she was a lovely woman, delicate and sweet, but sharp as a whip. His father was her strength and just as gentle as he was firm." The watchdog side of Vincent was far different, almost night to the Earl's day, but he held as much back. Some things didn't yet need to be told.

The story told reminded him of street urchins he had seen in alleys and in the main shopping squares in the city. Those poor children ended up in his parlor more often than not, eventually, having had no one to defend them against the cruelty of the world and no one to stand up for them when they were caught thieving to stay alive. He had watched it all quietly, simply observing, taking no side. It made him wonder what kind of world Jason had known, how much worse it was like on his own streets. "You were one of the lucky ones," he commented and didn't bother to elaborate.