but something's bugging you, something ain't right
WHO: Jason Todd, Jessica Wakefield, Laura Kinney
WHERE: Jess and Laura's apartment
WHEN: Sunday night (9/25), laaaaaate
WARNINGS: swearing, violence, general stupidity and bad life decisions
SUMMARY: Jason tries to steal his jacket back, Laura is displeased and defends the homestead. Jessica just thinks this is all hilarious.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever.
Jason parked and ditched his bike about three blocks away from Jess and Laura's apartment. Motorcycles, even the nice ones, made noise and there was no way he was having Jacket Rescue 2011 flubbed by laziness. Even if it meant leaving the candyapple red beauty in a less than awesome neighborhood. Whatever. If someone fucked with his bike, it was bugged six ways to Tuesday and he would end them. They'd deserve it. Maybe. Hypothetically.
The apartment itself wasn't that interesting. Not as terrible as Carrie's, but not swanky, or ever up to Bruce's standards. It probably had some sort of domestic security system, not really enough to be a concern. He climbed up the fire escape with relative ease. Fire escapes apparently didn't differ drastically across dimensions. Upon reaching a window that should, by all rights be theirs, he tapped against the glass, and then reached for his knife. Score the glass, cut a panel, and then just let yourself in. Worry about disabling the alarm in the 60 seconds before it goes off. Easy peasy.
WHERE: Jess and Laura's apartment
WHEN: Sunday night (9/25), laaaaaate
WARNINGS: swearing, violence, general stupidity and bad life decisions
SUMMARY: Jason tries to steal his jacket back, Laura is displeased and defends the homestead. Jessica just thinks this is all hilarious.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever.
Jason parked and ditched his bike about three blocks away from Jess and Laura's apartment. Motorcycles, even the nice ones, made noise and there was no way he was having Jacket Rescue 2011 flubbed by laziness. Even if it meant leaving the candyapple red beauty in a less than awesome neighborhood. Whatever. If someone fucked with his bike, it was bugged six ways to Tuesday and he would end them. They'd deserve it. Maybe. Hypothetically.
The apartment itself wasn't that interesting. Not as terrible as Carrie's, but not swanky, or ever up to Bruce's standards. It probably had some sort of domestic security system, not really enough to be a concern. He climbed up the fire escape with relative ease. Fire escapes apparently didn't differ drastically across dimensions. Upon reaching a window that should, by all rights be theirs, he tapped against the glass, and then reached for his knife. Score the glass, cut a panel, and then just let yourself in. Worry about disabling the alarm in the 60 seconds before it goes off. Easy peasy.