open log for january

[redjay]

Characters: Jason Todd & Red Hood + you
Date: January
Location: ALL AROUND
Situation: Catch all!
Warnings/Rating: Jason Todd warnings—some swearing and some violence.

METAL; roof top reprised
[In his red helmet, cracked a long the sides, a ratty red hoodie that he's not fond of parting with and a green military-grade Kevlar vest, he looks like a walking Christmas Tree. It doesn't do well for camouflage but you work with what you have.

And it doesn't matter what you're wearing when you're lurking on a roof top. He still looks like a suspicious creep, hanging out and looking at possible prey to ambush.]

FIRE; dirtiest job -- jason todd edition
[With the death of the Emperor, you'd expect a bit more riots and more revolutionaries popping up. But it's quiet on the weapons and drugs circuit. No demand, prices goes down. And no matter how much he convinces the locals, they're don't want to start shit while bigger shit is happening (eloquent, so eloquent). Funding's going down for him. Low on funds means a job.

The butcher shop smells like death and despair, but it's funding and he gets free packages of meat every now and then, so swearing and wearing the butcher's apron isn't so bad in the afterthought.

If you happen to be shopping for a steak dinner tonight, you might run across a grumpy young man sitting behind a meat counter or just on the steps of the shop.]

Comments

[explosivepenetrators]

[ While Peter might have liked spending a good deal of his time in the various bars of Keeliai, he couldn't really make it except for those rare moments. It seemed like the rest of the foreign population was banding together in various ways with the recent turmoil, but not Peter - there were familiar names floating around, and barely familiar faces - it wasn't enough for him.

Friends left behind to d'ast knows what fates back home weight heavily on his mind, but thankfully, the edge of his youth had been worn down just a bit. He didn't snap as he might have as a younger man, even with something as simple as a stranger pulling up a seat next to him at the bar.

He barely glanced over and tossed back what remained of his first drink. ]

Then are you usually here? [ Okay, so some of the edge was still there, but he finally cast a small look in Jason's direction. ]

I'm relatively new around here. [ Heavy emphasis on "relatively." ]

[redjay]

[Jason shrugs and taps two fingers on the bar top. He waits until a drink appears before he finally answers.

In the meantime, he takes a closer look, gauges the other man's expression and body language. He remembers the name Peter Quill—something about universes and speaking to Death, it was all crazy talk for him and he labeled the name and the face with 'seen some shit'. Then he left it at that. Now the man is here himself and he makes a reminder to himself to add a label for 'soldier of fortune'.

He makes a show of looking around the mostly empty bar.]

Well. Usually, no one is here. New or not, everyone with a two legs or more goes over to the Brazen Turtle.