nevertheanswer

It was 4:01 AM - or at least Renee thought it was 4:01, she was having a terrible time reading her watch - when she finally got home. The beer bottle in her hand felt good, felt right. It had been so long since she'd actively gotten drunk - and this didn't count, because it just fucking happened, this so wasn't her fault - and now that she was drinking, she wasn't sure why she'd ever stopped. Such a stupid decision. To make Charlie happy? To make him quit bitching? Well he was dead, he wouldn't be bitching at her anymore.

Stumbling in her front door, Renee dropped her keys and didn't bother to pick them up, kicking them inside instead. Reaching back, she grabbed Harvey's arm - her method of transportation to and from a babysitting stint, what the fuck was that about - and dragged him inside. She was still vaguely aware that Harvey Dent's face would cause a stir anywhere, but especially in this Gotham. Nudging the door shut with her foot, she found herself snickering. When she couldn't figure out why, she shrugged, and didn't bother to try stopping.

"So," she said, waving her beer slightly as she paused in the living room. "So. Whose kid was that again?"

[Gotham's burning. It's been falling apart for weeks now, but tonight it's burning. Renee is only seen from behind, hair down, fedora on her head. She's in the middle of a gang war; a purple cape belonging to someone just off screen can be seen, obviously working with Renee. But there are explosions around them, and the cape disappears; most of the gang members start running. In the distance, a burning building can be seen crumbling.]

Holy sh--

[Renee follows the majority out of the alley they were in, but the street isn't much better. It's one big fire fight, flooded with warring gang members and exploding gas mains. For a moment, Renee stops moving, still only seen from behind. She's breathing hard, bleeding from her left arm; her coat is singed badly, and everything is covered in soot and dirt and sweat. The gun holster at her lower back is visibly and empty.

Just as she starts forward again, there's a terrible noise, hear above the sounds of the riot. Something explodes off screen to the left, and Renee's sprinting away, but not quickly enough: rubble comes flying across the screen, hitting her hard. She goes down hard, face first; no one notices. There are plenty of other bodies in the street. Well, almost no one - Harvey Dent can be seen just before the feed cuts out.]

(((OOC: No replies will be made, obviously. xp)))

All right, Dent, I'm making a real big effort here to put aside my grudge. Which isn't your fault, but I hope you'd at least understand. Point is, I'm curious. You're not the Harvey Dent I know. I want to know how far you diverge, if you don't mind.

Sooo, hi! Mun = Ari. *Waves!* Haven't played Renee in a while, and never on LJ, so if you wanna drop me a UR DOIN' IT WRONG, feel free. You can catch me on AIM at FallenSun13. Keep on bein' cool, kids! <33