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prodigaljaybirdIt's strange to be outside again after so long spent indoors; first the endless dark of Rapture, and then the shuttered quiet of his own bedroom. He's seen the sunlight in bits and snatches, trickles through the slatted walls of the hut and shining through the door, but no more than that.
It feels good. Warm on his face when Jason tips it skyward, comforting. It feels good to know that in spite of the whole world ending, the sun and sky, the trees, the island is still here.
And going on as normal, if the sounds that greet Jason as he shuffles down the boardwalk are any indication. That feels good, too, and Jason feels better for every step he takes. In many ways, he feels like he's been ill, like it was a fever that's kept him indoors and not his own insurmountable dread. He feels raw and worn out, too hollow, but under the sun again...Bucky was right. He feels better.
He has no aim for where he's walking. There are faces he wants to see, but even now, he's afraid to seek them out. What will they say to him, what have they heard, or worse, what if they didn't care to notice he was gone?
The familiar hurt turns in Jason's stomach, and he takes the path not to the Compound, but down to Robin's Gym. Outside of class, the place is like a graveyard, but the wooden structures are familiar and sunlit. As ever when he's here alone, Jason thinks of Tim, and he smiles a little. "Way to miss the fireworks, little brother."
[ooc: wide open to familiar faces~ find him at Robin's Gym or on the way there]
It feels good. Warm on his face when Jason tips it skyward, comforting. It feels good to know that in spite of the whole world ending, the sun and sky, the trees, the island is still here.
And going on as normal, if the sounds that greet Jason as he shuffles down the boardwalk are any indication. That feels good, too, and Jason feels better for every step he takes. In many ways, he feels like he's been ill, like it was a fever that's kept him indoors and not his own insurmountable dread. He feels raw and worn out, too hollow, but under the sun again...Bucky was right. He feels better.
He has no aim for where he's walking. There are faces he wants to see, but even now, he's afraid to seek them out. What will they say to him, what have they heard, or worse, what if they didn't care to notice he was gone?
The familiar hurt turns in Jason's stomach, and he takes the path not to the Compound, but down to Robin's Gym. Outside of class, the place is like a graveyard, but the wooden structures are familiar and sunlit. As ever when he's here alone, Jason thinks of Tim, and he smiles a little. "Way to miss the fireworks, little brother."
[ooc: wide open to familiar faces~ find him at Robin's Gym or on the way there]
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Date: 2011-11-30 06:22 am (UTC)"Why?" he asks, a simple enough question, but it carries a whole lot of meaning behind it.
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Date: 2011-11-30 10:11 pm (UTC)"Because I wanted him to kill the man who beat me to death. Because the Joker's a murderer, and I'm the first he's killed or maimed, and I won't be the last. Because I put one gun in my dad's hands and the other in my own, and I said that if he didn't shoot the Joker, I would. I said it was the Joker or me."
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Date: 2011-12-03 07:39 am (UTC)"What?" he all but growls, because it's all he can manage to get out at first. "This Joker guy beat you to death and your father let him live? That - that doesn't make any sense. And it really doesn't make any sense that he - why would he do that? If someone did that to me and I was around to do something about it, it wouldn't be a question of whether or not my father would kill the guy. He'd expect him to die. By my hand."
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Date: 2011-12-05 01:22 am (UTC)