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Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in Jason Todd's LiveJournal:

Saturday, April 7th, 2007
8:17 pm
People say I work too hard.

I say I don't work hard enough.

Gotham.. /my/ Gotham, is all screwed up now. I still haven't found out if it can be fixed to what it was.

I'm afraid that if I ask that guy to do it, he'll say 'Oh, hey, it's how it is supposed to be.' and all this will have been my fault for knowing too much.

I don't want to deal with that.

Damnit, I just wanted to not go nuts. And if I don't do it, will it cost people, more people pain?
Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
4:21 pm
((Private Monologue: Due to location - three feet, six inches below ground level))
'Can't breathe. Maybe I'm already dead.. I was buried, wasn't I? Gotta be dead. I'm supposed to be dead. forgotten, gonna try and kill Tim.. Gonna go nuts..'

Jason is clawing his way out of his coffin. His upper chest is out, his hands scrabbling at the dirt. It's falling into the space he's leaving behind, and starting to wedge him in. In the back of his mind, a small part is screaming at him that he's going to get stuck half-way out, and never make it. The other part says that people will come for him. They have to, they'd /know/ if he was gone.

And then, he remembers. He'd never told anyone his name, save for the one time in the sanctuary, guarded his world with secrecy and silence..

He'd caused this mess. In the end, he's pretty much scrwed himself left, right and sideways.

'Keep going. Don't give up. They'll come. They didn't remember that other Jason Todds, but your Bats isn't like that. Tim's not like that. Changeling's not like that. Fangs isn't like that.
Thursday, January 11th, 2007
12:44 pm
((Private Monologue: Due to location - Five feet, eleven inches below ground level))
*scrapescrapescrapescapeSNAP* "Damnit!"

'Don't waste breath. Don't swear, don't curse, don't /whine/. It's a fingernail, it'll grow back. How many was that, Jason? Count. You're down to thumbs, aren't you? Wood's pretty thick..

The dark-haired youth shakes his head, sweat dripping down his face. The heat of the stuffy small coffin is far too stifling for him, and as his mind analazyes the why ('Carbon dioxide levels are high, you're breathing too much, Jason') his fingers seem to be lead weights. Er, bloody lead weights. Hands scrabbling against the slick wood of the surface, splinters digging into the pads of his fingers as he tears off another small strip of wood.

He can't take the entirety of the lid off. It'd be impossible, in the time he's given. Instead, he's tried to get a thin strip of wood out about a quarter the way down the lid of the box. And then, he lets the weight of the grave's dirt above do its work.

There's a crubmling, a creaking, and a cracking. Above him, the grass that covers his grave sinks into the ground a half-foot.

'Digging through dirt.. it's gotta be easier than digging through wood. Go, damnit, go!'
Wednesday, January 10th, 2007
8:28 am
((Private Monologue: Due to location - Six feet below ground level))
*thump*

'Can't freak out. Can't freak out. Hyperventilating uses air, can't freak out. This isn't.. nevermind, Jason. It's bad. It's real bad. But you can't freak out. Can't. Freak. Out.'

*rattlescrape*

'Logical thinking, Jason. Keep focused. KEEP. FOCUSED. You're underground. Someone buried you in some sort of sick joke. Now you have to get out. Get outIwannagetoutandIdon'twannadiiiiiii AUGH. Focus! You're not tied. They would have tied you if they wanted to be sure. They got sloppy. You can't get sloppy.'

*THUMP*

'It's a real coffin. You have to start moving, Jason. If you stay here, you're dead. I'm already dead DAMNIT. I did not get out of it before to have it happen again. NO!'
Tuesday, January 9th, 2007
8:20 am
((Private: Due to location - Six feet below ground level))
Eventually, reality reasserts itself. Things can't stay broken forever, especially when the person who has been written off by existance has a very strong will, and a eminent desire to not be killed off. In fact, he would like very much to be a real boy, instead of decomposed flesh. And with the start of the end of the realitydrama, Jason Todd gets his wish.

Some might also say that reality couldn't have a sense of humor. Couldn't have a snarky presence that anthropomorphizes it into a mischeveous demon that loves to tweak people when they're down, to see just how close they can come to breaking. Those people.. have never touched the Nexus. Those people know - they know that reality can be fickle, can decide, on a whim, to completely screw with a person, and to draw them in line with what it thinks /should/ be.

For Jason, this means two things. It means that he'd originally been just kicking back on patrol, relaxing and preparing to bust a group of car thieves. It means that for him, no time has passed, and he doesn't know he's been blanked out of reality for the better part of a week. All he knows...

... Is that he's in a very, very small case, outside of his uniform, and he can feel the weight of and smell the earth all around him.

"... oh shit."
Friday, January 5th, 2007
9:11 am
Problems?
No, there's no Boy Wonder the Second around.

Everyone knows that the Joker killed him.

/Everyone/
Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
1:27 pm
I don't think he's watchin' me meme
This Is My Life, Rated
Life:
6.3
Mind:
6.4
Body:
8.8
Spirit:
7.5
Friends/Family:
5.2
Love:
2.7
Finance:
6.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz
10:55 am
Freudian Inventory Results
Oral (53%) you appear to have a good balance of independence and interdependence knowing when to accept help and when to do things on your own.
Anal (46%) you appear to have a good balance of self control and spontaneity, order and chaos, variety and selectivity.
Phallic (40%) you appear to have a good balance of sexual awareness and sexual composure.
Latency (13%) you appear to be overly practical; don't undervalue abstract learning, abstract learning increases your ability to make good decisions (and predictions) in the real world so it would be 'impractical' to shun it.
Genital (66%) you appear to have a progressive and openminded outlook on life unbeholden to regressive forces like traditional authority and convention.
Take Free Freudian Inventory Test
personality tests by similarminds.com
Monday, December 25th, 2006
12:08 pm
Text only
Uh, not gonna be around for the week. To quote Batman at about 1:30am Christmas Morning...

'Robin. It took me an hour to find the last speaker.'

Short sum-up, uh... I put a whole bunch of speakers in the 'cave, all playing that stupid Jingle Bells alternate lyrics song. The cookies and clipbook didn't mollify him too much. I'm stuck doing double-shifts on patrols this week.

Wish me luck.

And Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
2:57 pm
I figured out what I want for christmas.

I want a Surfing Experience and Ability Transferometer (with Vigor Reverser).

If you want something, drop me a line here.
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
8:04 am
I'm postin', I'm postin!
Geez! Seriously, though - not much going on, so this is a what's up, to all of you.

Working with Bats on a rash of organ thefts in my world. The bad thing is that the last heart we found was still beating. And kept doing it for like, five hours.

Creeeeepy.
Friday, August 25th, 2006
9:21 pm
Cause it's a meme.

Ask me any three questions, and I'll answer 'em. Can't garuntee you won't get a 'reply hazy, ask again later' answer - but I'll try to keep 'em as honest as I can.
Saturday, August 12th, 2006
5:16 pm
Geez, Ellie!
I'm here, I'm here!

Heh! Things have been pretty hectic. I've been trying to push into learning more stuff, so I can end up being more useful to Bats.

I mentioned the tire iron thing already, so there's that. Uh... otherwise, it's my night job and uh.. working on my blending in to crowds.

You guys? what's up?
Saturday, July 29th, 2006
8:34 pm
Respond to this post and I will give you the three words (or phrases) that I think MOST accurately describe you.

The cost? You have to return the favor by posting this in your own journal.
Friday, July 14th, 2006
12:04 pm
Hmn. This could be fun. Or horrible. If I fall and hurt myself, there better not be any Superman jokes.
Friday, July 7th, 2006
10:09 am
Heh.
Your results:
You are Batman
Batman
90%
Robin
75%
Hulk
60%
Green Lantern
50%
Superman
45%
Spider-Man
45%
Supergirl
40%
Wonder Woman
40%
The Flash
40%
Catwoman
35%
Iron Man
30%
You are dark, love gadgets
and have vowed to help the innocent
not suffer the pain you have endured.


Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...

Wednesday, December 28th, 2005
8:10 am
Questions V.II Meme

If you're curious as to what I think of you, simply copy and paste these questions to your own journal and I will answer.

Questions
1. If you had to describe me in three words, what would they be?

2. What would you do if you saw me on the other side of the street?

3. How do I affect your life?

4. What do I mean to you?

5. If there is one thing you would love to do to/with me, what would it be?

6. What would you write on my tombstone?

7. What would you class as my best feature?

8. What part of me annoys you the most?
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