when I'm not with you, think of me always;; open
WHO: devilcalledlove and OPEN.
WHERE: Central Park and/or cafe. Your pick!
WHEN: 1/25/2011, all day.
WARNINGS: None, surprisingly. Remember to comment here if you do NOT want Bullseye interacting with your character!
SUMMARY: Bullseye is still getting the lay of the land. He decides to hang out in public incognito to make small talk with the locals and gather more information. NOW WITH SUB-THREADS, BECAUSE I'M DUMB.
FORMAT: Anything.
It's been cold as fuck, but he had a shit ton of money now thanks to that Joker guy. He couldn't believe his eyes when he followed the instructions and found a bag of dough. It wasn't anything like his usual pay days, but it was a start in this place. He rented out an apartment in the slums, filled it with the bare minimum, and got warmer clothes. Oh, and weapons. He stocked up on the bare essentials, but it was all there sitting pretty in his closet, waiting to be used.
Not today. He was going info-hunting. There was still a lot of work to do. He had laid out the City and knew it like the back of his hand and around his wrist to the lines on his palm. He even got a chance to search through the sewers while he had horns on his head and that was not a pretty place. Especially with fucking water yelling at him every where he stepped. Now it was just a matter of finding out more about Murdock.
He's been reading the Network. He's not an idiot. There's people he recognized, but at the same time, they can be from the future or the past or some place else altogether. It sounded like cosmic or magic bullshit--stuff he doesn't get wrapped up in. It was all well and good to read about it through the Network, but he needed a first-person view of this. He needed to get out there and ask some questions of his own.
He's let a light fuzzy beard grow in and bought fake horn-rimmed glasses to perch over his crooked nose. A ski cap is fitted firmly over his head, covering the mark on his forehead. He's in layers for the cold and he's got fat bills in his wallet. There's a knife in his boot and a gun hidden inside his coat, just in case.
Time to head out.
WHERE: Central Park and/or cafe. Your pick!
WHEN: 1/25/2011, all day.
WARNINGS: None, surprisingly. Remember to comment here if you do NOT want Bullseye interacting with your character!
SUMMARY: Bullseye is still getting the lay of the land. He decides to hang out in public incognito to make small talk with the locals and gather more information. NOW WITH SUB-THREADS, BECAUSE I'M DUMB.
FORMAT: Anything.
It's been cold as fuck, but he had a shit ton of money now thanks to that Joker guy. He couldn't believe his eyes when he followed the instructions and found a bag of dough. It wasn't anything like his usual pay days, but it was a start in this place. He rented out an apartment in the slums, filled it with the bare minimum, and got warmer clothes. Oh, and weapons. He stocked up on the bare essentials, but it was all there sitting pretty in his closet, waiting to be used.
Not today. He was going info-hunting. There was still a lot of work to do. He had laid out the City and knew it like the back of his hand and around his wrist to the lines on his palm. He even got a chance to search through the sewers while he had horns on his head and that was not a pretty place. Especially with fucking water yelling at him every where he stepped. Now it was just a matter of finding out more about Murdock.
He's been reading the Network. He's not an idiot. There's people he recognized, but at the same time, they can be from the future or the past or some place else altogether. It sounded like cosmic or magic bullshit--stuff he doesn't get wrapped up in. It was all well and good to read about it through the Network, but he needed a first-person view of this. He needed to get out there and ask some questions of his own.
He's let a light fuzzy beard grow in and bought fake horn-rimmed glasses to perch over his crooked nose. A ski cap is fitted firmly over his head, covering the mark on his forehead. He's in layers for the cold and he's got fat bills in his wallet. There's a knife in his boot and a gun hidden inside his coat, just in case.
Time to head out.