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Dan seemed concerned. I should probably stop by some time if only to ease his concerns. For now though I need to make myself scarce seeing as not all of this cities protectors agree with my methods. Weak, frightened men who see someone willing to do what is needed and instead of thanking me call me a monster or say I am deranged so they do not have to question their own hesitance or inaction. The sound of my footsteps echos through the metal corridor, hollow sounding like the promises of the cities leaders to clean up the streets. It is pathetic how much they say and how little they do and it makes it clear why people like me are needed.

The cold air hits hard as I exit the boat into the night. Shoving my hands into my pockets I am comforted by the feel of my grapple gun in one and a few small cubes and packets in the other. It is all I need and more than some in this city deserve. I head back into the shadows wondering if I can find a bit more to keep me busy before heading back to the whole in the wall where I sleep and keep my things. No way to know for sure but time will tell.

₪₪₪₪ Cassidy O'Donnell ₪₪₪₪
"I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea..." -Robert James Waller



In any city, town, or place there were particular norms that one that was not born accustomed to them was bound to eventually encounter, and despite having become rather well traveled over the years Cassidy knew herself to be no exception. Upon the first few days of her arrival to New York, in fact, she had found herself adjusting to the awareness of a city possessed by a seemingly inexhaustible waking energy. Regardless of the state of the hour, the day, or the night the place she now found herself was never at a loss for human activity. Therefore, when she stepped outside of the studio apartment she had come to call her own, and into the grey half-light of the early morning hours Cassidy was no longer intrigued to discover that she was not one among only a few who could be found walking the streets at such a time.

However, unlike other mornings when she could be seen venturing out into the ever bustling streets, foggy and damp much like the air, her footsteps were not paced in a stride of swift purpose. That morning there were no time constraints which drove her, as there were no classes or students waiting. As a new addition to the faculty the University had opted to divide her teaching hours with those of the much more seasoned literary professor, Joseph Berkley, until his impending retirement. Additionally, she would be spending the time she wasn’t teaching in conducting research for an article which she would be publishing through the college. For that reason, if Cassidy didn’t technically have the day to commit entirely to her own whims (not that she hadn’t done a bit of researching on nothing short of a whim in the past), then she did have the extra time that she pleased to stop for a breakfast that didn’t consist of rushed cereal, bagels, or fruit chased down with lukewarm coffee.

Of course, before that she wanted to make a stop by the newsstand and pick up a paper for herself to peruse while sitting down to a breakfast which could properly give credit to its traditional meaning of “break-our-fast.”

“Mornin’ Bernard,” she greeted, not quite rid of the amusement she felt in observing the variations of suspicion, annoyance, and even outright displeasure and dislike a bit of unwarranted “southern” courtesy could evoke in some parts of the world. In the case of the elderly man who operated the newsstand, it earned her nothing so much as a grunted response, as per the usual, while she searched for the paper that would catch her interest with its reports that morning.

((OOC: Given that both Teyha and Rorschach have indicated it is roughly around early morning, I'm going to go along with that and place Cassidy active during an unspecified time of the early morning also.))

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Carpe Noctem

The Raccoon

The girl seemed fine. Homeless. But fine.
He couldn't follow her around forever, cause that would be stalking. And creepy.
Mostly just plain creepy.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he laid out flat on the rooftop.
His metal armor scraping the roofing.
what could he do?
He peeled off his domino mask, put it in his pocket, grabbed his trench coat and put it on.
It did a rather good job of hiding the armor.
If anyone took the time to look closer, they would see his steel toe combat boots, and a black eye the size of texas.
But no mind, he hadn't eaten in two days.
He found his way back down to the street, nodded and smiled at the girl, and went on his way to his secret stash of cash.
Maybe... some bacon and eggs?
No.
A cheap bowl of cereal with a shitty cup of coffee?
perfect.

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I'll be right back. I gotta go see a man about a mule.

✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖



Teyha finished changing and gathered her things unaware of the presence watching from above. She was more concerned with glancing around herself as if someone would pop out just as she tugging on the shirt. Had she not been in such an openly disgusting state she would have found somewhere more secluded to wash… But beggars can’t be choosers. Her diligence meant that rarely did anyone guess she was ‘Homeless’. It was bad for business, first of all. No matter how desperate a family may be, no one would give their trust to a woman who smelled like she spent her nights with her cheek pressed to a dumpster. The rubbing alcohol she used to clean herself from time to time might not be pleasant either, but at least it left her smelling more like a medic of some kind, and less like a deranged hippy working for their next hit. Secondly, and more importantly to her, her pride kept her from allowing herself to fall to disgusting herself and others.

It was still early when she stepped out, with few enough people that she noticed the pan in a trenchcoat as he nodded at her. Nervously she returned the gesture with just the slightest of smiles before hurrying along forward again, clutching her bundle of clothes tightly to her chest. Now that it was light out she hoped she’d be able to find her way back to the part of the city she knew, at least in time to gather the supplies she needed before running into more trouble.

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Say, Doc, did I ever tell you I'm the only metal that's liquid at room temperature?

Smutty, Lord of the Snobbortunity

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It's not like I'm saying I'm above roleplay, if you look on the first two pages you'll see that I myself had a character too.

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Say, Doc, did I ever tell you I'm the only metal that's liquid at room temperature?

I'm just joshing with you, relax man

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Maybe I should take a Re-Lax.

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Say, Doc, did I ever tell you I'm the only metal that's liquid at room temperature?

Holy hell, I had forgotten about this thread.

And what a fitting end, Smutty. I'd tip my hat to you, but I haven't got a hat.

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"The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

"There's a cello in your house now."

"Joseph Sheldahl Likes this"

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I'll be right back. I gotta go see a man about a mule.

Not long before you get one

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I....what?

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"The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

"There's a cello in your house now."

Because it's roleplay or...what?

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"The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

"There's a cello in your house now."

i figure because everyone gts a hat sooner or later.

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We're all actors, Laurie. I'm just an actor who read the script.

Shhh ! Torturing Godziller is fun

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