capeandcowllogs | if you stand and reach your arms out wide, close your eyes and try to fly

WHO: Robin and YOOOOUUU. yeah. yeah, it's one of those logs.
WHERE: Anywhere in the City!
WHEN: Now? A week ago? Three days from now? WHATEVER MAN WHATEVER. At night, unless you specify otherwise!
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Open like a ribcage during open heart surgery, baby.
FORMAT: quicklog is preferred! but if you're married to prose, i can work with it. (oh no wait there IS a warning: TAGS ARE GOING TO BE PRETTY SLOW FOR A COUPLE DAYS, I just wanted to get this thing up!)

[Carrie's gone long enough putting off pulling on the cape. She's missed enough patrols and spent long enough skulking around Terry's apartment watching old nature show programs. So for what feels like the first time in about a month, Robin's out again. Personal problems, insecurities, general guilt? She knows exactly how Bats are supposed to deal with those. Time to man up (Robin up?) and start the avoidance process!

So she could be putting to use her newest learned martial arts technique on some purse snatcher; she might be a fluttering glimpse of yellow above a streetlamp-lit street; feel eyes on you? Yeah. Could be her. Stalking. She might even be taking a quick break in a perch under the eaves of a building, if you catch her late enough into her patrol.]

Threaded | Flat

[ Holding a hefty bag of quickly chilling Chinese takeout (Winter, his arch-nemesis), Thomas is heading down one of those streets to his loft—great housing but shitty neighborhood, go figure—prime focus in his mind to get home, get food, get warm and get the Discovery turned on to blasting.

The game of idly scanning the skyline for the capes is occupying his comfortably blank mind as he takes each step, not exactly expecting Batman or somebody to pop out of a roof vent or anything in the process. Yet, a sudden bolt of yellow darts in the corner of his eye—he turns, curious. The street is empty enough for him to yell: ]

Anybody there?

[ There is an Abby sailing over the rooftops on a cozy little puff of cloud, on her way back from practicing at the shooting range with her heavy-duty sniper rifle slung over her shoulder. She's just swooping over some apartment buildings when she catches a glimpse of yellow and red below her, 'lo and behold!

An ImPort? Huh.

She steers her cloud-mobile in closer, calling out: ]

Hello down there?

Edited 2011-02-09 04:45 (UTC)

[Charlie sat in the middle of the random roof on big poofy living room chair she had bounced with her, her legs pulled up under her and wrapped under a fuzzy blanket. She was no where near Oracle's...that had sort of been the point. After two days of everyone, well...checking up on her constantly...she'd needed to be anywhere else. And she couldn't go see Josh, he was just as bad.]

[So she had grabbed a chair and a blanket and a book and bounced somewhere they wouldn't, in theory, go looking for her. Of course, it was a bit too dark to read so the book was just sitting on the arm of the chair as she stared up at the stars and listened to the city. She'd been there an hour or so...probably the longest she had sat still in weeks.]

[Bellatrix is ~~looking for unsuspecting victims~~ taking a walk. Her strides are purposeful, but she doesn't really have anywhere to go. When she catches a glimpse of yellow, she immediately draws out her wand, eyes darting around the street.]

Show yourself.

[Steph's pulling on her cowl and sneaking around all those places your mother warned you about going near. She's out to find who shot Charlie, so cue the serious face.

Damn, it's like she has a Robin sense, because she just knows one is around, although with Damian gone and Tim missing there's only one Robin around and she's never met the kid.]

[While there's a Robin perching, there's a Toph stopping some guys from holding up a couple in an alley close by.

Funny how overconfident doodz can get when their opponent is a small girl who looks to be blind. Funnier still when she knocks the guns out of their hands with a few well-placed flying bricks and then sinks them to their necks in solid pavement.]

[ this guy? is just taking a walk. now that he has his hands again (which he couldn't believe), he's found less reason to just skulk up and hide away at the Institute. though that doesn't really explain why he's taking the back streets. he's pretty normal looking though -- some good-looking teenage kid walking around like he has not the care in the world.

except that last part would be wrong. whatever.

just get away from all that X-Men crap and dealing with Santo and them and figure out what the hell he was gonna do here. this placed sucked majorly. (though he had no right to complain.)

it didn't help what the day was tomorrow either. ]

tuesday, MAN.

NOW @ night just fyi i forgot...

Let's say...Wed night? So two nights after Charlie got shot.

random night.....

Tonight! As in RIGHT NOW!

Late Thursday night? :3

YESTERDAY NIGHT. YOU KNOW. THE NIGHT THAT'S NOT V-DAY.