Post by Ravager on Feb 13, 2012 22:59:48 GMT -8
Rose was in Gotham. She'd been there for only three days thus far. It was just as muggy, dark, and depressing as everyone made it out to be. She could see why people like Tim and Dick acted the way they did. Being raised in a place like this could seriously fuck with your brain. Make you a dark morose person that nobody likes to be around...
She wasn't in Gotham by chance. Not at all. If there was anywhere to find a better detective to help her on her quest, it was here. Between the Batclan and The Question...lots of options. She knew Tim. It would be easiest to find him first. But then whether or not he would help was another story. Frankly she would take whoever would help her first. This mission, while it was her own mission, wasn't the easiest to crack. And Rose, though stubborn as an ox, knew that alone she didn't quite hold all of the necessary skills to help her crack this mystery.
It began to rain that night. Rose was perched on top of a five story building downtown. She looked up for a moment, her white hair glistening for a moment in the pale moonlight. The light quickly covered by clouds...she looked back down and jotted a few last notes on her digital journal before tucking it safely away in her belt. It was time to retire to her hideout for the evening.
She'd done enough damage for one day...enough to capture somebody's attention anyway.
Earlier that night Rose came across a couple of muggers threatening to rape a young woman. It sent Rose into a frenzy. She didn't kill them...but she maimed them...Maybe they'd think twice next time with no fingers and a busted crotch. Before that she pinned a bank robber to the wall via a throwing star through the hand. The police took him in and didn't see her. And then before that, she beat all but maybe three teeth out of a drug dealing pimp who was selling to kids near a school.
After all that commotion, Rose wasn't even the least bit exhausted. But she was hungry. And so with rain approaching and the moon in full swing, she changed into her civilian clothes and started toward a 24-hour diner.
The diner was older. You could tell it had been in Gotham for a long time. She made her way toward a booth and sat down. Her hand slid down to her pocket, reaching for and taking out a cigarette. The tobacco death-stick rested between her lips as she lit it and inhaled slowly. As the smoke billowed out of her nose, an older, withered waitress approached.
"What can I get you darlin'?" She asked in a tired, cranky voice.
Rose looked up and pushed her white hair behind her ear. "Coffee, pancakes, and bacon. Try not to get any of your mustache hair in it lady..."
"...Hrmph..." The waitress huffed and turned toward the cook to fill the order.
She wasn't in Gotham by chance. Not at all. If there was anywhere to find a better detective to help her on her quest, it was here. Between the Batclan and The Question...lots of options. She knew Tim. It would be easiest to find him first. But then whether or not he would help was another story. Frankly she would take whoever would help her first. This mission, while it was her own mission, wasn't the easiest to crack. And Rose, though stubborn as an ox, knew that alone she didn't quite hold all of the necessary skills to help her crack this mystery.
It began to rain that night. Rose was perched on top of a five story building downtown. She looked up for a moment, her white hair glistening for a moment in the pale moonlight. The light quickly covered by clouds...she looked back down and jotted a few last notes on her digital journal before tucking it safely away in her belt. It was time to retire to her hideout for the evening.
She'd done enough damage for one day...enough to capture somebody's attention anyway.
Earlier that night Rose came across a couple of muggers threatening to rape a young woman. It sent Rose into a frenzy. She didn't kill them...but she maimed them...Maybe they'd think twice next time with no fingers and a busted crotch. Before that she pinned a bank robber to the wall via a throwing star through the hand. The police took him in and didn't see her. And then before that, she beat all but maybe three teeth out of a drug dealing pimp who was selling to kids near a school.
After all that commotion, Rose wasn't even the least bit exhausted. But she was hungry. And so with rain approaching and the moon in full swing, she changed into her civilian clothes and started toward a 24-hour diner.
The diner was older. You could tell it had been in Gotham for a long time. She made her way toward a booth and sat down. Her hand slid down to her pocket, reaching for and taking out a cigarette. The tobacco death-stick rested between her lips as she lit it and inhaled slowly. As the smoke billowed out of her nose, an older, withered waitress approached.
"What can I get you darlin'?" She asked in a tired, cranky voice.
Rose looked up and pushed her white hair behind her ear. "Coffee, pancakes, and bacon. Try not to get any of your mustache hair in it lady..."
"...Hrmph..." The waitress huffed and turned toward the cook to fill the order.