So burn it down, discover the dusk of your day has reached its dawn
Who: under_thehood and you!
When: Afternoon-late evening October 3rd
Where: All over the poorer parts of the City, hunting down druglords and a certain creeper who killed a certain friend of his.
Summary: Jason's hunting down dirtbags in the way he knows best.
Warnings: Violence, NPC death, gore, more violence. Also, some violence.
He deserves it, was Jason's first thought as his knife slid through flesh, cut open the dirtbag from nose to navel. He'd killed her. He'd broken into her apartment and murdered her. Did Oruha die afraid because of some creep? But now justice had been served, with Jason as judge, jury, and executioner. It had taken days, a week almost, and far longer than the vigilante was used to, but now Oruha's murderer was dead, blood painted across the fire escape and his pleas of mercy finally silent on cold lips. Standing, Jason just stares down at the man for a second, allowing the rush to fill him, the unholy fire burn through his chest at the sight of true justice. Bruce could never do this, Bruce could never understand. And so, with a dark smile underneath his helmet, the vigilante jumplines up to the roof, filled with a renewed vigor to take out the drug-peddling scumbags he'd been hearing about through the Lion's Gate and other street sources.
Lucky him, he's got time to kill.
So he's off, bounding across rooftops, keeping on the move as the Darkness begins to swallow up the body left on the fire escape now many blocks behind him.
When: Afternoon-late evening October 3rd
Where: All over the poorer parts of the City, hunting down druglords and a certain creeper who killed a certain friend of his.
Summary: Jason's hunting down dirtbags in the way he knows best.
Warnings: Violence, NPC death, gore, more violence. Also, some violence.
He deserves it, was Jason's first thought as his knife slid through flesh, cut open the dirtbag from nose to navel. He'd killed her. He'd broken into her apartment and murdered her. Did Oruha die afraid because of some creep? But now justice had been served, with Jason as judge, jury, and executioner. It had taken days, a week almost, and far longer than the vigilante was used to, but now Oruha's murderer was dead, blood painted across the fire escape and his pleas of mercy finally silent on cold lips. Standing, Jason just stares down at the man for a second, allowing the rush to fill him, the unholy fire burn through his chest at the sight of true justice. Bruce could never do this, Bruce could never understand. And so, with a dark smile underneath his helmet, the vigilante jumplines up to the roof, filled with a renewed vigor to take out the drug-peddling scumbags he'd been hearing about through the Lion's Gate and other street sources.
Lucky him, he's got time to kill.
So he's off, bounding across rooftops, keeping on the move as the Darkness begins to swallow up the body left on the fire escape now many blocks behind him.