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Jason Todd ([personal profile] undeadsidekick) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-09-09 09:03 pm

I'm bored of cheap and cheerful, I want expensive sadness

WHO: Jason Todd and You!
WHERE: Lower Manhattan, China Town.
WHEN: Backdated to the night of September 6th, morning of the 7th.
WARNINGS: Gang-related violence, bad language.
SUMMARY: Jason's Cityversary hit, he felt it, and decided to make the rest of the drug trade in lower Manhattan feel it, too.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start and then tagger's choice. I really don't have a preference. Just specify a timeframe (9pm to like... 4am) and we'll work from there!



It's was a night for early September, and for the first time in a while, Jason didn't feel incredibly aware of the heavy leather jacket, or the fiberglass helmet encasing his skull. It was effortless to leap from building to building, heading Brooklyn bridge and on uptown. He settled, finally, a few blocks short of Grand street, waiting for the remains of the Zero's Children gang to show up.

They were unaware and painfully disorganized since Bauer decided to have his party in bumfuck Eastern Europe, which was probably the point. Still, it's not like the former polices chief intended to let the Lower East Side go to shit, so Jason figured this is probably as good a resolution as any. Besides, he was getting bored just defending territory. That was never his game, anyway.

The first two to recognize him don't seem scared. They're blustering right up to the first shots fired and the bullet hits the bone, which brings the air of misnomer attached to that phrase to a new level, or takes it back to a literal sense, Jason isn't really sure which. It probably didn't matter much at that point, when one of them was crashing to the ground and he was warning the other to back the fuck up lest the same thing happen to him. Not really using the word "lest". Thinking it, maybe, but it'd be lost on the pimping, drug-dealing scum that worked these parts.

"You're alive for a reason. Tell your boss and whatever friends you've got left that you're working for me now. Now move. Shoulder wounds don't keep you from running." He knew, vaguely, that the commotion would probably bring out all kinds of hell. But then, if Jason wanted to be honest with himself tonight, he'd admit that he left Brooklyn looking for a fight. That was the only reason to come up here. But he wasn't being honest and he wasn't thinking about it. Honesty was for superheroes and chumps, sometimes both. The Red Hood wasn't either.
amiga: (ʜuɴʈʀɛʂʂ ✜ ghost town and haunted love)

11pm is mine!

[personal profile] amiga 2012-09-10 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
She hadn't gone out in search of Red Hood. On the contrary, Helena had been planning to spend the last hours of her twenty-sixth year continuing her search for missing teenager Estefania Lopez. It's been weeks since Huntress and Batwoman started looking for her, following her trail across the City from the shadiest part of the Bronx where one of her friends had suggested she might be hiding to the better, shinier parts of town. It was a futile quest, one teenage girl in a City eight million strong, but she refused to give up. Estefania had to be out there somewhere, and while there was still a light of hope, the Huntress would keep looking.

But instead of the now familiar innocent face of Estefania in the distance, she was greeted by street lights reflecting off a red fiberglass helmet. It isn't a typical motorcycle helmet, she quickly realizes, once the figure moves closer. Momentarily she considers letting him on his way, to whatever cruel business might be on his agenda for the night. But she's curious, admittedly, and it's been a good while since she's checked in with any of the boys. With Tim in town, frankly, they're overdue for a chat.

Smiling faintly to herself, she begins to shadow him, wondering how long it will take him to shoot at her.
amiga: (ʜuɴʈʀɛʂʂ ✜ evil woman)

/is that way 8) also watch me switch tenses like a boss

[personal profile] amiga 2012-09-12 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Once he stopped moving, she figured she'd been caught. After waiting several seconds to see if he would pull out a weapon on her, she slips into full view hands raised in mock surrender. That didn't mean she couldn't have her crossbow aimed at him in a second if need be. Contrary to her better judgement and the advice of everyone else in the family, Helena would rather not needlessly provoke Jason by walking into the situation like she was expecting it to end in violence. People tended to cooperate better if you gave them the chance to act decently.

"We should talk." So much for an extended greeting, right? Dick was the one with the gift for gab. Helena excelled at getting right to the point. She assumed her adoptive-alternate universe sibling would appreciate that trait. "Do you have a moment?"
amiga: (ʜuɴʈʀɛʂʂ ✜ she's gonna get her way)

/has no neck, is a shark

[personal profile] amiga 2012-09-14 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
If that was an invitation for her to scram, it was lost somewhere in the translation. She frowned but didn't hesitate to trail him, putting enough faith in his humanity that he wasn't leading her into some sort of ambush. Probably not the smartest of moves, but doing this sort of thing night in and night out took more balls than brains, or so she could justify it if pressed later on.

"Those men will be there in two minutes," she said, more urgently this time, voice in a low, sharp whisper. "Or call it in if you're worried they're trigger happy. We need to speak."

2 am

[personal profile] kickpushbaby 2012-09-10 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
Bringing a lead pipe to a gun fight is probably about the same as bringing a knife to a gunfight, but that was assuming that you A) weren't a 13 year old martial arts master and B) weren't stuck up on a freezing cold building waiting for the other half of the gunfight (or drug trade in this case) to show the fuck up.

There were three men down in the empty lot, two lookouts posted on either end of the block (who were really kind of shitty, seriously they need to train these people to look the fuck up). The car was pointed in the optimal position to blow the fuck out of Dodge in case things went bad, the motor idling quietly. Jesse was hunkered down in the shadows of one of the taller buildings. They were their for some kind of drop off. Jesse was there because the lot, besides being a popular spot for guys like this, was also as close as the makeshift baseball field of the neighborhood.

And the little leaguers were done with sharing their field with pushers and runners.

Which might be the only reason Jesse's still up there after waiting for almost two hours ( seriously?!), perched on a shadowy rooftop in clothes that are just a bit too light for the chill; dropping into an almost zen like awareness of her surroundings. Maybe she'd achieve enlightenment by the time the other side got there, that would probably even out the fight.

[personal profile] kickpushbaby 2012-09-11 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Woah. She hadn't been expecting that and snaps out of her zen-like state as someone from the building across from her drops down. She stayed where she was until the bullets stopped flying, frowning. Maaaaan, now there were dead bodies. Dead bodies sucked...

She waits till the weirdo in the mask is done with the lookout before she calls out, "Heeey, did he say when the other guys are supposed to get here?"

She keeps her position on the roof, legs dangling over the edge, but ready to move in case the psycho in the mask turned out to be the kind of psycho that didn't like kids. Or liked them too much.

[personal profile] kickpushbaby 2012-09-11 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Since her question isn't immediately met with bullets, Jesse figures it's safe enough to show herself.

"Me. Wait, hang on, it's cold as balls up here." She's seriously going to get a cramp if she stays hunched over like this any longer. She jumps from her perch, landing on the railing of the fire escape below her and then lightly on the ground in between two of the bodies. The tiny, scruffy kid holding a metal pipe might not be what he's expecting, but she kinda hopes he keeps up with the not shooting her bit while she makes sure she's not standing on somebody's eyeball.

She looks up and gives him a wave, "Heya."

[personal profile] kickpushbaby 2012-09-14 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Jesse settles a hand on her hip, eyebrow raised. The very picture of condescending teen, if in miniature form. This was what she got for trying to be nice.

"Seriously? You couldn't handle shit if you stepped in it, dude." She gestures to the bodies bleeding out all over the infield, "You already completely fucked this whole thing up, the fuck were you planning on doing from here?"