Never the Answer

[RL, Harvey & Renee] Watch You Burn

2009-05-17T05:40:10Z

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?"

[RL, Eddie & Renee] Christ Climbed Down

2009-04-24T17:45:10Z

Gotham was heading for hell in a hand basket. Big damn hand basket. Her head was pounding, and for good reason. She'd spent most of last night - most of yesterday - tracking a Batman that thought killing was an acceptable solution to the city's problems. Renee used guns, yeah, and sometimes she killed - but she'd been a cop for years, and knew how to avoid it where possible.

She'd been a cop. Batman was outside that law, and as such, he couldn't kill. It was actually sort of...sickening, to think that someone would do this.

Someone good, too, because the trail kept going cold. It was pure chance that she'd run into the Riddler, tracking the same impostor. That had been a lot of fun. Really, nothing like arguing over who borrowed and twisted whose gimmick.

The city was in bad shape, and though there were more heroes than usual working to correct it, certain things couldn't be helped. It felt like No Man's Land, and Renee had more bad memories from NML than she'd care to admit. The food shortages, the power outages - regular life was fast becoming impossible to lead. Luckily (more or less), Renee's life hadn't been regular in more than a year. Maybe even longer than that, if you really wanted to dissect it. She didn't.

When the trail had gone cold, and the bickering over where to look next got tiresome, Renee opted to head back to the relative safety of her apartment. (She was certain she'd be moving in the month, now that both Dent and Nygma have visited.) Her bad luck held, and not ten minutes after getting inside, mask off, she heard the muted rumbled of electronics dying as the power went. Fucking black outs. A glance out the window told them it stretched for blocks.

More hospitable than she'd have been inclined to be in a Gotham that wasn't in danger of collapsing, she'd put Eddie up on the couch. The couch was in the living room, several rooms away from her bedroom.

As the light filtered in through her blinds, Renee shifted in bed, pressing her face into her pillow. Why hadn't she drawn the drapes? She needed black out drapes. The sun came in too easily. Shifting backward, Renee pressed against her body pillow, letting out a breath. She'd have to get up soon, see where the NEtwork was and what she could do for them, but right now, she just wanted to allow herself to cuddle with her body pillow.

...

She doesn't have a body pillow.

Jerking up, fully awake, Renee moved to the other side of the mattress, reaching for the gun holster that hung at the bed's side. Why. Why was Nygma here, in her bed? "The FUCK do you think you're doing?" She grabbed a handful of blanket and yanked it up over her chest, trying to hide her habit of sleeping in just a bra and panties. God damn it.

[Accidental Video Post]

2009-04-19T22:59:45Z

[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)))

[Locked to Harvey]

2009-03-27T03:18:12Z

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.

OOC: Concrit, Contact

2009-03-03T19:22:31Z

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