[ it's been an extremely annoying first day. well, first day away from the quarantine section, or what the fuck ever. and he doesn't even have his suit? the more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets because all of this is bullshit. and it never would have happened, he tells himself, if someone just trusted that he could do the job.
yeah. of fucking course. however, the VR simulators intrigue him, and they're the first welcome distraction he sees all day. this is like... high tech, gee wiz style training. it has to be, right? sign him the fuck up. he is going to set whatever new record there can be. what he wasn't counting on was the next level immersion. that there would be other people there. "people." he's not entirely sure they are fake after awhile, given the fact that they respond to what he's actually saying.
but it's the battle. he feels like he's on top of the world until a building collapses-- and then explodes on him, somehow. and he flings the VR headset off]
What the fuck?!
2. no escape plan
[while he watches the network occasionally, he's more interested in the telltale signs of "shit is going down." All it takes is catching one shady transaction out of the corner of his eyes to further draw his interest. he may not be robin technically... (actually, he was 100% not expecting them to just accept "Robert Plissken" as an ID, but, uh, guess he gets to live his dreams now)
But he still had a sworn responsibility. And if anything, he's got way too much energy, and he's reasonably sure he can take on the world. he's tailing them-- and seriously about to throw his way into the fight. this can only go well, right? He's counted 6, 7 if he thinks about the assholes that might be hiding around corners. that's a totally reasonable number for him to take one on one-- no matter what Dick says.]
Piece of cake.
3. fight club
[ maybe you saw him get shoved back for not having the money to pay (while also flipping off the bouncer). or maybe you see him casually leaning against the wall close to the nearest back entrance to the club, but he is determined to get inside. not least because this sounds fun as hell, but also because there might be drinks he can lift from unsuspecting patrons. sure, there may not be any age limits here, so this is entirely unnecessary.
but also, old habits die hard. and honestly. it's the fight club. he wants in.]
4. wildcard
(send me a PM on this journal, and we can work out a starter!)
jason todd | titans | ota
1. vr
[ it's been an extremely annoying first day. well, first day away from the quarantine section, or what the fuck ever. and he doesn't even have his suit? the more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets because all of this is bullshit. and it never would have happened, he tells himself, if someone just trusted that he could do the job.
yeah. of fucking course. however, the VR simulators intrigue him, and they're the first welcome distraction he sees all day. this is like... high tech, gee wiz style training. it has to be, right? sign him the fuck up. he is going to set whatever new record there can be. what he wasn't counting on was the next level immersion. that there would be other people there. "people." he's not entirely sure they are fake after awhile, given the fact that they respond to what he's actually saying.
but it's the battle. he feels like he's on top of the world until a building collapses-- and then explodes on him, somehow. and he flings the VR headset off]
What the fuck?!
2. no escape plan
[while he watches the network occasionally, he's more interested in the telltale signs of "shit is going down." All it takes is catching one shady transaction out of the corner of his eyes to further draw his interest. he may not be robin technically... (actually, he was 100% not expecting them to just accept "Robert Plissken" as an ID, but, uh, guess he gets to live his dreams now)
But he still had a sworn responsibility. And if anything, he's got way too much energy, and he's reasonably sure he can take on the world. he's tailing them-- and seriously about to throw his way into the fight. this can only go well, right? He's counted 6, 7 if he thinks about the assholes that might be hiding around corners. that's a totally reasonable number for him to take one on one-- no matter what Dick says.]
Piece of cake.
3. fight club
[ maybe you saw him get shoved back for not having the money to pay (while also flipping off the bouncer). or maybe you see him casually leaning against the wall close to the nearest back entrance to the club, but he is determined to get inside. not least because this sounds fun as hell, but also because there might be drinks he can lift from unsuspecting patrons. sure, there may not be any age limits here, so this is entirely unnecessary.
but also, old habits die hard. and honestly. it's the fight club. he wants in.]
4. wildcard
(send me a PM on this journal, and we can work out a starter!)