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dualislogs2020-01-28 11:21 pm
mrsarcastic003) wrote in dualislogs2020-01-28 11:21 pm
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[open] the wind is changing
WHO: Tim Drake and open!
WHAT: Like everyone else, Tim is trying to do something with his feelings about the executions. For him, that involves long walks in the city at night, looking for trouble.
WHERE: Various points around the City
WHEN: after the executions
WARNINGS: Implied violence. Possibly strong language.
After the executions, Tim is restless. He's angry about it, of course. Worried. And he'd be stupid if he weren't at least a little afraid. But he's been a vigilante for a long time, and he knows exactly what to do with those emotions. He heads out into the city, looking for trouble, people to help, and maybe more information on the crime family Hank had told him about--the Malakye. It sure beats hanging out in the dorm and doing nothing about all of this.
[Feel free to find him anywhere you like! He's around, looking for trouble and people to help.]
[Closed to Cissie and Jason]
He probably should have waited and checked in before his patrol, and he knows they're not going to be all that happy with him--especially Cissie--but done is done. He'd responded to her messages so she knew he was all right, and let her know he'd be back later. It is later. It's late enough to be almost early, and he's back, having worked out enough of his restless energy that he'll probably at least be able to fall asleep tonight (no promises on what kinds of dreams he'll have, but that's a problem for future Tim). He knows better than to believe she might be asleep, so he enters the room the boring way. Through the door.
WHAT: Like everyone else, Tim is trying to do something with his feelings about the executions. For him, that involves long walks in the city at night, looking for trouble.
WHERE: Various points around the City
WHEN: after the executions
WARNINGS: Implied violence. Possibly strong language.
After the executions, Tim is restless. He's angry about it, of course. Worried. And he'd be stupid if he weren't at least a little afraid. But he's been a vigilante for a long time, and he knows exactly what to do with those emotions. He heads out into the city, looking for trouble, people to help, and maybe more information on the crime family Hank had told him about--the Malakye. It sure beats hanging out in the dorm and doing nothing about all of this.
[Feel free to find him anywhere you like! He's around, looking for trouble and people to help.]
[Closed to Cissie and Jason]
He probably should have waited and checked in before his patrol, and he knows they're not going to be all that happy with him--especially Cissie--but done is done. He'd responded to her messages so she knew he was all right, and let her know he'd be back later. It is later. It's late enough to be almost early, and he's back, having worked out enough of his restless energy that he'll probably at least be able to fall asleep tonight (no promises on what kinds of dreams he'll have, but that's a problem for future Tim). He knows better than to believe she might be asleep, so he enters the room the boring way. Through the door.
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It's easier to be angry and irritable than to sit in her fear and anxiety. She knows Tim and Jason are okay for the moment because they've answered her messages, but she's still left alone in the dorms to stew in her own emotions. She's paced, and screamed into pillows, and baked more cookies and muffins than a person or three can reasonably eat in a week, just to pass the time, but eventually she returns to her room and sits on her bed, trying and failing to read while she waits for one or both of them to come find her.
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"...Hey, Cissie." His tone is a little cautious, but for once he actually did things the smart way and checked in. And look! He's back safe and sound.
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She settles for something somewhere in between, looking up from her book at him. “Hi,” she says shortly, slipping a bookmark in and setting the book aside.
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