01. Escape Attempt - Semi-Closed (Can be observed, but action closed to Jason, Sleeper, and Dylan)
It had been a long, painstaking process just to get a few hours outside of the family panopticon. Dylan had spent days setting up layers of lies and cover stories so each of his bodyguards would assume he was with one of the others, and no one would question it. Then he'd slip away through the blind spot in surveillance he'd found, and go off to explore Sunset Falls.
And, as he slips away from his home under the cover of shadows, it seems to have gone off without a hitch.
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02. (Crime) Family Party - OTA (Come bother him before he isolates himself on the balcony!)
Dylan doesn't know what the event is. Someone probably told him, but the information didn't stick. After getting caught sneaking out the other night, his security detail had been doubled, and life had just been... suffocating.
Every need is attended to, as long as he behaves, stays put, and looks good for the rest of the "Family".
In addition to the guards, It's not lost on him that attendees seem to be paying a little extra attention to him &madsh; particularly those close to his age. Dylan had been lamenting his lack of friends; He wondered how much Sleeper and Jason were paying them to fill that void for him.
Or maybe they're just seizing the opportunity to try and wriggle their way deeper into the inner workings of the family.
Either way, Dylan greets them with an empty smile and politeness, going through the motions of politeness until they leave him alone.
Periodically, he grabs food — accompanied by guards. Again.
Finally, exhausted and suffocating, he excuses himself to get some fresh air and heads for a balcony. Wordlessly, his security detail follows closely.
Figures. Might as well put them to good use.
"Make sure I'm not disturbed."
At least they listen to him. Two of the security guards stand post at the door, blocking any of the sycophants who'd want to use him to brown-nose their way into Red Hood's good graces.
The rest of them, however, keep their eyes focused on Dylan.
He sighs, folding his arms on the rail and resting his head on them. Late afternoon shadows stretch across the garden below, and for a little while, Dylan can at least imagine escaping through it.
03. Wildcard - Write up a different starter if you want!
Dylan Brock | AU'd | Sunset Falls (OTA)
It had been a long, painstaking process just to get a few hours outside of the family panopticon. Dylan had spent days setting up layers of lies and cover stories so each of his bodyguards would assume he was with one of the others, and no one would question it. Then he'd slip away through the blind spot in surveillance he'd found, and go off to explore Sunset Falls.
And, as he slips away from his home under the cover of shadows, it seems to have gone off without a hitch.
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02. (Crime) Family Party - OTA (Come bother him before he isolates himself on the balcony!)
Dylan doesn't know what the event is. Someone probably told him, but the information didn't stick. After getting caught sneaking out the other night, his security detail had been doubled, and life had just been... suffocating.
Every need is attended to, as long as he behaves, stays put, and looks good for the rest of the "Family".
In addition to the guards, It's not lost on him that attendees seem to be paying a little extra attention to him &madsh; particularly those close to his age. Dylan had been lamenting his lack of friends; He wondered how much Sleeper and Jason were paying them to fill that void for him.
Or maybe they're just seizing the opportunity to try and wriggle their way deeper into the inner workings of the family.
Either way, Dylan greets them with an empty smile and politeness, going through the motions of politeness until they leave him alone.
Periodically, he grabs food — accompanied by guards. Again.
Finally, exhausted and suffocating, he excuses himself to get some fresh air and heads for a balcony. Wordlessly, his security detail follows closely.
Figures. Might as well put them to good use.
"Make sure I'm not disturbed."
At least they listen to him. Two of the security guards stand post at the door, blocking any of the sycophants who'd want to use him to brown-nose their way into Red Hood's good graces.
The rest of them, however, keep their eyes focused on Dylan.
He sighs, folding his arms on the rail and resting his head on them. Late afternoon shadows stretch across the garden below, and for a little while, Dylan can at least imagine escaping through it.
03. Wildcard - Write up a different starter if you want!