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[so it looks like today is Robin's equivalent of "spring cleaning" day at the hideout. he's mostly getting his shit in order, tying up some loose ends, trashing the old stuff that no one wants anymore, aaaand... dealing with some business.]

[Euri]

[he hasn't spoken to her in a looooong time... but today he decided to change that.]

Hey. You really still hiding out in the woods?

Come on, come back. You must be bored to tears out there.

[Murdertastic Filter]

So, hey. Can't help but notice there's been an awful lot of murdering going on.

Think you guys could maybe not attract the attention of the whole fucking city?

[Public]

[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.

but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]

You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.

[tap tap tap tap.]

I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.

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[yeah. well. give him a couple minutes and he'll yell at the journal from across the room.]

Where's 'outside'...!?

Outside. [ Like, right outside the hideout. But you know, he isn't going to be that helpful. ]

[he... ugh, he sees you out the window, you dick. B|

eventually he'll make it out the door. he had to change into appropriate street clothes, especially if they're going to be wandering around the slums and looking for something. there's a protocol, you know.]

All right, all right.

[ He waves, just to be that extra bit annoying.

Michael is leaning against the nearest wall when he finally comes out, looking both bored and tired. Wow, did he seriously have to get changed for this? That is so dumb. ]

Took you long enough.

Don't be a grouch.

[he hits him (nicely!) on the shoulder and starts walking.]

Any plan of attack? Or did you think we'd just wander?

[ He scowls before following, taking no time to fall into step with Robin. ]

Not really. [ Michael is a terrible planner. ] You got any ideas?

Edited 2012-06-12 00:10 (UTC)

The slums, definitely, like I said. We're gonna look in some choice alleys for any sort of ads, and I know a couple people we could ask. Otherwise, there's just poking around in any dark corner big enough to house a match...

[he's just having a grand old time already. he likes this sort of stuff.]

[ Aheh. ] Sounds like fun. Hopefully we'll find something good.