So won't you keep it in mind that I'm an artist
Who: Jason and OPEN!
When: All day Sept 11th!
Where: Sector 10 (Morning), Sectors 4+8 (Late afternoon-evening), Sector 9+10 (Night)
Summary: Jason being a thieving twerp 90% of the time.
Warnings: None? Other than me being slow, nope!
I'll post a generic intro, but please feel free to pick a time and bug this emo kid.
[Right now Jason hated his life and hated the fact that he hated his life. Stealing tires, sleeping on the street after sunrise, it was what his life had been before meeting Bruce; why did he have such trouble with it now? For a moment, he almost wished he'd never met Bruce or somehow couldn't remember those wonderful three years, it would make his life now far easier. Still, as he moved through the street, hood up and tucked around his face, the teenager couldn't help but think about those three years. Crap. Crap.
Bruce's texts in the morning had been properly ignored, but part of him was paranoid that his father could be waiting for him around any corner and ruin everything. Jason was trying to make a point and he didn't know if Bruce even saw it or not or if there was another impending lecture about being stupid and careless, much like the one the vigilante was currently giving himself. If he'd been so obvious as to attract the news' attention then he was doing it very wrong.
Stupid, pampered assholes.]
When: All day Sept 11th!
Where: Sector 10 (Morning), Sectors 4+8 (Late afternoon-evening), Sector 9+10 (Night)
Summary: Jason being a thieving twerp 90% of the time.
Warnings: None? Other than me being slow, nope!
I'll post a generic intro, but please feel free to pick a time and bug this emo kid.
[Right now Jason hated his life and hated the fact that he hated his life. Stealing tires, sleeping on the street after sunrise, it was what his life had been before meeting Bruce; why did he have such trouble with it now? For a moment, he almost wished he'd never met Bruce or somehow couldn't remember those wonderful three years, it would make his life now far easier. Still, as he moved through the street, hood up and tucked around his face, the teenager couldn't help but think about those three years. Crap. Crap.
Bruce's texts in the morning had been properly ignored, but part of him was paranoid that his father could be waiting for him around any corner and ruin everything. Jason was trying to make a point and he didn't know if Bruce even saw it or not or if there was another impending lecture about being stupid and careless, much like the one the vigilante was currently giving himself. If he'd been so obvious as to attract the news' attention then he was doing it very wrong.
Stupid, pampered assholes.]