I. Riddler's Square This place. He doesn't know what to think of it, and maybe it's just better if he doesn't. The tour is... something. It's like the weird college tours he's been on, or the one he was dragged through at Aglionby. This is where people live. This is where they shop. This is where they get fucked up. This is where they waste time. This is where they care about shit. Most of it drones through his head, in and out like so many bees in a hive. But he pays attention to the way things look, where they are. Points of interest that whiz by, not part of the tour.
Now get the fuck out, and fuck off to the underworld. Or something like that. It's not the worst ending to a tour he's ever heard.
"Who do I need to blow for some cigarettes?"
II. Autonomy After the mindfuck of orientation, all Kavinsky wants is to get wasted. He heard of the club in a cohort of whispers and he promised a few favors for knowing how to find it. Once he's through the doors, it could be some club in D.C. or Richmond, Charlotte or Baltimore. New York. It could be anywhere but where he is, and he likes that part best.
He finds a leftover pill in his pocket and it disappears onto his tongue. If he's gonna be here, there's no fucking way he's spending the entirety of his first day sober.
"Put your name in for a random match?" Someone asks him. Kavinsky grins, manic and loose.
"Sure, why the fuck not? And point me in the direction of the bar, huh?"
Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle | Dominant
This place. He doesn't know what to think of it, and maybe it's just better if he doesn't. The tour is... something. It's like the weird college tours he's been on, or the one he was dragged through at Aglionby. This is where people live. This is where they shop. This is where they get fucked up. This is where they waste time. This is where they care about shit. Most of it drones through his head, in and out like so many bees in a hive. But he pays attention to the way things look, where they are. Points of interest that whiz by, not part of the tour.
Now get the fuck out, and fuck off to the underworld. Or something like that. It's not the worst ending to a tour he's ever heard.
"Who do I need to blow for some cigarettes?"
II. Autonomy
After the mindfuck of orientation, all Kavinsky wants is to get wasted. He heard of the club in a cohort of whispers and he promised a few favors for knowing how to find it. Once he's through the doors, it could be some club in D.C. or Richmond, Charlotte or Baltimore. New York. It could be anywhere but where he is, and he likes that part best.
He finds a leftover pill in his pocket and it disappears onto his tongue. If he's gonna be here, there's no fucking way he's spending the entirety of his first day sober.
"Put your name in for a random match?" Someone asks him. Kavinsky grins, manic and loose.
"Sure, why the fuck not? And point me in the direction of the bar, huh?"
III. Network
« TEXT « OPEN « DUPLICITY
« Name: JKav
« Handle: thief
« Picture: profile shot
Hey kids, wanna buy some drugs?
IV. Wildcard
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