Tim Wayne / Red Robin / Issue #1
Who: gourmetburgers, not-a-spoiler, kyudousha, phantomfenton, and whoever YOU are, dude!
Where: Fourth District, Industrial/Slum place.
Style: Doesn't matter, as long as it's cool. B)
Status: Open, DUH.
[ HELLO! Because this entry is somewhat lengthy, I'll just cut it out. Get it? /lame
You'll still get an excerpt of the whole thing outside the cut, and here you have it.]
The stench of industrial excess weighted upon the atmosphere of the slums, and it didn't help that a dense fog had colored the slums sepia. Everything was an all-around mess, in the sense of some gritty film noir. Anyone who laid their eyes on the place immediately forgot they were seeing life in rose-tinted glasses. The slums spite you in your face, and smirch the roses with sweat, dust, and filth.
Was Gotham ever this bad? In some ways, yes. But this isn't the same Earth anymore. Tim noticed that from the very start, his very arrival. Unfortunately, the idea of random 'plopping' into another reality was kicking him when he was close to falling down. He had a threat to deal with back in Gotham, someone he had to stop before it was too late; before innocents die and villains succeed for all the wrong reasons. Clinging to the hope that he can return, Tim hopes it's not too late. And it won't be.
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A woman embarked across the slums, having earned enough money to purchase groceries for her family. Though her gait was passive, she knew this was not the right place in the wrongest place to be. She knew she was passing by a different territory in the slums, the territory of the scavengers and the lawless: the weak who prey on the defenseless and get away with urban savagery. The lady's feelings were completely accurate, this place is wrong. She was about to learn why.
In between two buildings was a dark alley, as usual. The same woman, on her guard, was only one block away from a store at that point. Only then, an arm decorated with sweat, dust, and filth had reached her collar. She submitted to the grip's pull unto her throat, as she was dragged away into the dark. The light from above reflected the presence of a knife, as a petty mugger was just about ready to take his daily fill of money from another sad victim. Sure, other people were alerted by the shrieks, the cursing, and the sound of falling coins. In fact, they were all paralyzed in fear; they knew what to expect, but did nothing anyway. Whatever the case, they didn't expect this:
Some of the witnesses simply stood, watching, thinking for themselves. Others ran off to make sure that they'd continue living. No one expected this, but it happened, and it was sudden. The knife was swatted off the mugger's grip with a 'clang'. The woman fell to the ground, unharmed save for a few scratches, away from the dark of the alley. The sound of fists and feet connecting to a head, or an arm, or a gut, echoed across the alley and out to the people's ears. Not what they expected, right?
The mugger was tossed onto the sidewalk, handcuffed and wrapped in cables. While the woman simply fled, everyone watched. A young man in costume - a young man in red emerged from the darkness, confident. Before the people, he was silent as he released a device from his belt. The device fired a grapple to some rooftop, and Red Robin was lifted away like some kind of vigilante.
[ So, what'll you do? Follow this weirdo up the rooftops? Speak to the people that witnessed this with you? Or just react to it? Who knows how Tim might respond as, y'know, Red Robin? After all, the whole thing could have been seen from places without the mentioned NPC!witnesses. ]
Where: Fourth District, Industrial/Slum place.
Style: Doesn't matter, as long as it's cool. B)
Status: Open, DUH.
[ HELLO! Because this entry is somewhat lengthy, I'll just cut it out. Get it? /lame
You'll still get an excerpt of the whole thing outside the cut, and here you have it.]
The stench of industrial excess weighted upon the atmosphere of the slums, and it didn't help that a dense fog had colored the slums sepia. Everything was an all-around mess, in the sense of some gritty film noir. Anyone who laid their eyes on the place immediately forgot they were seeing life in rose-tinted glasses. The slums spite you in your face, and smirch the roses with sweat, dust, and filth.
Was Gotham ever this bad? In some ways, yes. But this isn't the same Earth anymore. Tim noticed that from the very start, his very arrival. Unfortunately, the idea of random 'plopping' into another reality was kicking him when he was close to falling down. He had a threat to deal with back in Gotham, someone he had to stop before it was too late; before innocents die and villains succeed for all the wrong reasons. Clinging to the hope that he can return, Tim hopes it's not too late. And it won't be.
---
A woman embarked across the slums, having earned enough money to purchase groceries for her family. Though her gait was passive, she knew this was not the right place in the wrongest place to be. She knew she was passing by a different territory in the slums, the territory of the scavengers and the lawless: the weak who prey on the defenseless and get away with urban savagery. The lady's feelings were completely accurate, this place is wrong. She was about to learn why.
In between two buildings was a dark alley, as usual. The same woman, on her guard, was only one block away from a store at that point. Only then, an arm decorated with sweat, dust, and filth had reached her collar. She submitted to the grip's pull unto her throat, as she was dragged away into the dark. The light from above reflected the presence of a knife, as a petty mugger was just about ready to take his daily fill of money from another sad victim. Sure, other people were alerted by the shrieks, the cursing, and the sound of falling coins. In fact, they were all paralyzed in fear; they knew what to expect, but did nothing anyway. Whatever the case, they didn't expect this:
Some of the witnesses simply stood, watching, thinking for themselves. Others ran off to make sure that they'd continue living. No one expected this, but it happened, and it was sudden. The knife was swatted off the mugger's grip with a 'clang'. The woman fell to the ground, unharmed save for a few scratches, away from the dark of the alley. The sound of fists and feet connecting to a head, or an arm, or a gut, echoed across the alley and out to the people's ears. Not what they expected, right?
The mugger was tossed onto the sidewalk, handcuffed and wrapped in cables. While the woman simply fled, everyone watched. A young man in costume - a young man in red emerged from the darkness, confident. Before the people, he was silent as he released a device from his belt. The device fired a grapple to some rooftop, and Red Robin was lifted away like some kind of vigilante.
[ So, what'll you do? Follow this weirdo up the rooftops? Speak to the people that witnessed this with you? Or just react to it? Who knows how Tim might respond as, y'know, Red Robin? After all, the whole thing could have been seen from places without the mentioned NPC!witnesses. ]