born from dark water

[shadeofviolent]

Who: Helena Bertinelli and YOU. (Closed thread for Stephanie Brown)
What: Flipping around town like a proper vigilante/working mom/person
Where: Around Baedal, but with a focus in Bonetown
Notes: Start a new thread if the ones I've set up don't fit what you have in mind C:
Warnings: Possibly violence in some threads?

oh hi 8|

[goodsoldier]

Who: Helena and Jason
What: a rooftop meeting, vague non-apologies for flipping out and snapping at each other
Where: Bonetown
When: n...ight
Notes: this is going to end with Jason defiantly having tea at Helena's house just because it's clear she doesn't expect him to ever come over. OH? WELL I BROUGHT SOME GINGERSNAPS WITH ICING :E
Warnings: we are absurd

He does not, as a rule, patrol.

It's because he's not a vigilante and hasn't been one for a few months now, but he very specifically does not patrol. He just keeps odd hours and is tracking gang activity. And if he interferes now and then, well, that's because he's not a total bastard. If something happens right in front of his face, he'll do something about it, but it's not patrolling, and it's not his mission. He's different now.

So it's slightly embarrassing to run into Helena on one of those conveniently shadowy rooftops because it totally looks like he is and he can't deny it without looking dumb. In any case, he drops the usual tiny audio tells that pass as vigilante politeness — letting someone know you're around without letting the whole world know you're around. It's been many years since he's snuck up on anyone he considers more or less an ally and even if he felt the urge now, it's much too soon to start. After a second or two of subtle not-lurking-but-not-just-appearing-out-of-the-shadows, he drops down beside Helena with a slight incline of his head for a greeting.

the bloodiest cadaver marked in your words

[gramarye]

Who: Bruce and Wolfgang
What: In case anyone needed a reminder that you all live in a police state.
Where: Bonetown
When: Sukkardi? or... like, whenever. We're good at timelines in this game.
Notes: (10:45:11 PM) batclaire: and make it like a really serious plot with this humanform rescue greyhound and kermit.
Warnings: Violence, police brutality

Wolfgang keeps his head down. He's not close with much of his Cohort since he rarely interacts on the Network, but otherwise he's a well-liked, respected citizen -- polite, friendly, kind-hearted, a little odd, but who in Baedal isn't. The fact that he's been spotted more than once at some of the seedier bars in neighbourhoods like Griss Twist mostly goes unmentioned, because there's nothing to fault him for in any other aspect of his life. He's a little flakey but he's been doing well at his jobs and even babysits for his neighbours on occasion; he teaches the kids to build little things or lets them play 'king of the mountain' with him as the mountain. He volunteers with the House Ecumenal and the university. They know his name at all the local pubs. Every other day, he gets shawarma from the street vendor down the block.

He is not unaccustomed to living a double life. He had erased all vestiges of his past long before this, and Baedal is even farther away from home than anywhere else he's lived, an exile among exiles. There isn't the slightest chance of anyone finding out who he is or what he's done unless he tells them, and he likes it that way. He can be confident in his ability to take some secrets to his grave.

Anyway, they say that the past is just a story you tell yourself. Is he less of a person for having burnt those bridges and built something new over them? Is this any less real if he omits certain facts? The ones he remembers, and the ones, more troublingly, that he does not -- it doesn't change who he is as a person. It's not relevant, he tells himself, over and over, it doesn't mean anything.

( if my shame spills our worth across this floor )

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[toldastory]

Who: Martha Jones and you. This is an open log for anyone who wants random CR.
What: Shopping and wandering around the city.
Where: All around Baedal
Warnings: None really. Will update as needed.

So far, one of the only good things about the city was the fact that she now had an entire city to prowl about when she was getting bored, restless or otherwise ansty. At the moment she needed wide expanses of space just to walk and think. She wore a trench coat, and hand her hands shoved deeply into her pockets as she moved through the city, going in further and further circles from the cottage she shared and the woods that had become so claustrophobicly familiar.

Different scenery, she decided different scenery and retail therapy. No one ever went wrong when it came to retail therapy and Martha's bonus from Hellsing was burning a hole in her pocket. Maybe she'd hit up a market or a bar or find the pet shop she'd heard about earlier. All and all, Martha Snape-Jones was just trying to do something.