am I still tough enough
WHO: Dick Grayson and YOU. YES YOU.
WHERE: Before sundown on Saturday Dick will be at the park creepering watching some nice families on their outings. After that Nightwing will wander around some bad parts of the city roughing up lowlives. Tag him anywhere/everywhere.
WHEN: Saturday the 15th - Sunday the 16th
WARNINGS: Will update as needed.
SUMMARY: Dick has some issues to work out. Hitting things seems like a good place to start.
FORMAT: Whatev!
Three hours out and he’s stopped a car-jacking, rescued a purse from a teenage druggie, and slugged two muggers. It's good work. Solid work.
And it's a waste of time, when there's cops who can handle it. A waste of time when there's Chinese food in the fridge, back in that empty apartment he hasn't seen in two days. A waste of time when it's still not too late to call it a night a little early and catch up on all that sleep he hasn’t been getting.
Instead he's dropping the line and lunging at another two-bit thug, letting the momentum take them down that last few feet until he feels the man's head hit the brick side of the wall. And it's still not the hard rush he wants.
It’s going to be a long night.
[ooc: how has he been here six months and never once had one of these I’M SORRY GUYS]
WHERE: Before sundown on Saturday Dick will be at the park creepering watching some nice families on their outings. After that Nightwing will wander around some bad parts of the city roughing up lowlives. Tag him anywhere/everywhere.
WHEN: Saturday the 15th - Sunday the 16th
WARNINGS: Will update as needed.
SUMMARY: Dick has some issues to work out. Hitting things seems like a good place to start.
FORMAT: Whatev!
Three hours out and he’s stopped a car-jacking, rescued a purse from a teenage druggie, and slugged two muggers. It's good work. Solid work.
And it's a waste of time, when there's cops who can handle it. A waste of time when there's Chinese food in the fridge, back in that empty apartment he hasn't seen in two days. A waste of time when it's still not too late to call it a night a little early and catch up on all that sleep he hasn’t been getting.
Instead he's dropping the line and lunging at another two-bit thug, letting the momentum take them down that last few feet until he feels the man's head hit the brick side of the wall. And it's still not the hard rush he wants.
It’s going to be a long night.
[ooc: how has he been here six months and never once had one of these I’M SORRY GUYS]