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An Evening's Walk

October 4th, 2001

Participants: Dick Grayson and Morrigan

Scene: Once again home in Gotham, Dick goes for a walk through the city despite the chilly evening, reacquainting himself with his old home... and for a change getting a chance to venture through the night darkened streets not as Robin or Nightwing, but as Dick Grayson...

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Coventry [Central Gotham]
Bounded to the north by the Sprang River and Robinson Park to the south, Coventry lies nestled between Mortimer Avenue and Chelsea to the west and Monolith Square and the Upper East side to the east. Always a residential section, the construction boom has reached even this area and the ethnic make up of the area has become increasingly South American in origin with a mix of old Gothamites and newly arrived immigrants. Nestled within this residential area is the Gotham Zoo's nothern annex which has been restored to make up for the loss of the Robinson Park facilities.
People and Things:
Morrigan
Roads: [SE] - Upper East Side [SW] - Chelsea
Other exits: [DD] Double Doors to Dillon Ave. Apartments [S] Archway to Robinson Park

Morrigan is wandering down the block towards her apartment building. A large backpack upon her back she is still managing to walk at a brisk paace. Her red hair flowing behind her slowly. She pauses as she shifts her backpack from one shoulder to the next.

Evening has settled over Gotham like a patchwork quilt and the streets are quiet. The chill of autumn hangs in the air, a mild taste of the winter still to come. In the sky above the stary sky is mostly obscured by the thick, rolling banks of cloud that only occasionally allow the moon to peek it's light through to shine on the city below. A light fog hangs in the air -- misty and insubstantial, but ever so appropriate for the city of shadows it shrouds in it's ghostly embrace.

The lights of the streetlamps overhead is refracted and diffuse, spread out by the faint mist lingering in the air. A few cars pass by on the street but for the most part the evening is quiet. Peaceful. Calm. Certainly a welcome change, one that Dick is enjoying intently as he walks along the sidewalk. The cold snap in the air is almost refreshing and the pavement passes soundlessly beneath his long strides that carry him through the pleasant neighbourhood.

Morrigan looks away for a moment and at that moment is when she runs right smack into you. The weight of her backpack throwing her off, she falls backwards. Slippping the straps off of her arms she rubs her back and then looks up, "Oh! Sorry..."

It is rare to see the city so peaceful and Dick enjoys that rare interlude. Peering up at many of the squat apartment buildings and old brick houses, his eyes leave the path in front of him for just an instant. Still, it is time enough. Even as his gaze drops once more, he doesn't even have time to call out a warning before the woman runs into him. Unphased himself, he stumbles ever so slightly and almost instantly regains his balance. "Sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going," he apologizes in return, glancing down towards her with concern before crouching down in front of her. "Are you alright?" he inquires quietly. Well... it was a mostly peaceful night. That's almost as good.

Morrigan shakes her head, "I should have been the one wtatching where I was going. Yeah I'm fine...I was just thrown off balacne." She grunts as she lifts the backpack onto one shoulder and then putting it on the other, stumbling slightly. ""I hate studying..." She sighs again closing her eyes.

In the distance the howl of a dog sounds across the evening air. After all, any city -- and this city in particular -- is never truly silent. But much like the light from overhead, the clinging tendrils of mist seem to mute that sound as well, leaving it almost dream-like. "It's not a problem. There's blame enough to go around," he replies with a sympathetic half-smile as he rises to his feet once more though lingering nearby just in case she isn't quite so fine.

Morrigan
You see before you a young woman of the age of 18. Her emerald eyes sparkle and her deep red lips are a fun sight to see. Her fingernails are painted deep blood red. Her hair is red black down to her hips. She wears a tight black body suit and a leather jacket as well. She looks like a young punk. Her skin complexion is very light and her lips are a deep blood red to contrast the paleness of her skin. She wears boots that come up to the ankle and zip up on the inside. Her face is hidden behind a black mask. The mask is shaped like an oval and definitly unoriginal but it works and that is all that matters.

Morrigan shrugs, "You live around here?" Her eyes soft and the green hue glinting in the just rising moonlight.

As it becomes more evident that she is indeed fine, Dick takes a step back and slides his hands into the pocket of his jacket, warding of the chill of the evening. "No, not really. Actually I don't live in Gotham anymore, though I come back to visit friends fairly frequently," he replies, a shadow of a smile slowly sliding across his features before it disappears -- an insubstantial thing much like the mists that hover above the street and wrap around the lampposts of the edge of the sidewalk. "How about yourself?" he queries.

Morrigan cocks her head over to the nearby apartment building, "Over at the Dillon Avenue Apartments. Although I like to wander around a little, I am hardly ever home." She offs as she leans onto the wall and the weight of her backpack carries her quicker than she had anticipated.

Following the motion of her head, Dick glances down the street towards the indicated building and nods slowly before turning his gaze back towards her. "Ahhh," he comments simply as the sound of tires running across the pavement sounds from behind, a car rolling past on the streey beyond. "Are you sure you're alright?" he inquires, concern evident in his expression as she leans rather suddenly against the nearby wall of the building.

Morrigan says, "Well, come to think of it, I may have twisted my ankle, but that was mostly the weight of this stupid backpack...after not carrying one for 8 years they expect me to haul all of my books around in it..." She puts her hand up toher face in an exasperated gesture."

His eyes flicker over towards the backpack gripped in one of her hands and Dick nods his understanding. "It does look rather crammed full," he agrees quietly, sneaking a glance down towards the watch circling his wrist before returning his attention to her. "Here, let me help you at least to your building. We can't very well have you hobbling down the street with all that weight on your shoulders. You'll just make your ankle worse, if you have twisted it," he suggests with evident concern, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. "It's the least I can do, since I came out of our little run in unharmed," he continues, a note of dry humour creeping into his tone as he extends a hand towards her. "Here, let me take your pack for you."

Morrigan looks down towards the ground almost bashful like, "Thankls..Sometimes I don't understand how college students can survive..." She hands you her backpack, "I mean just last week I had almost no hope of even attending university but now everything has changed."

Taking the backpack from her when it's held out, Dick slings it up easily over one shoulder, gripping one of the straps tightly in his hand before his eyes flicker back towards her. "It's the least I can do," he says in reply before offering her his other arm to lean against as they walk. "That sounds like quite the reversal. What happened?" he asks, tilting his head slightly as he regards her before hastily adding, "Though I'm not trying to pry, of course."

Morrigan says, "I inherited some money. The stipulation was that I use it for my education." She shrugs, "There's really nothing to pry..."
"Ahhh," is the young man's quiet reply as he slowly begins to walk along the sidewalk once more, his strides short and small to allow her to keep pace with ease. "That's rather fortunate," Dick says quietly, nodding with interest. "What is it that you're studying?" he asks as the clouds overhead roll past allowing the moon to poke through once more, shining down with it's white glow.

Morrigan smirks, "Law Enforcement..although I have yto get through some required classes first.." She shakes her head, "I nebver thought I would say this, but the curses of not being to school in eight years..."

The streets of the neighborhood remain quite, virtually undisturbed except for the passing pair who walk beneath the streetlights. "That is a rather long time to be away from school and then try to come back. It must be quite a change to accustom yourself to again," Dick replies, the pavement of the sidewalk passing underfoot silently as they continue down the street towards the nearby building.

Morrigan says, "Now, that is an even longer story in itself..."

A quiet chuckle answers her comment and Dick nods once more, continuing the slow pace up the street as he casually tugs on the strap of the pack, adjusting how it rests against his back. "I see. It sounded like it might be," the young man replies, a shade of a smile lighting on his face for a moment as he glances towards her before directing his gaze back up the street. Because the last thing needed now is to run into anything else on this cool, autumn eve.

Morrigan says, "The Cliff Notes version is: I was abandoned in a hospital when I was 10...to be experimented on. I ran away and have been living on the streets since."

Well now, there's just not much that one can say to that, and clearly Dick seems taken aback. The jovial good humour vanishes in a flash, a small frown slipping onto his features as he glances towards her once more. "Oh,' he replies simply, the immediate response when anything else seems rather inadaquate. "Then all of this is much more then a simple change for you. It must be almost like an entirely new life," he murmurs quietly, his voice seeming to have almost a hollow quality to it, the mist shrouded streets muffling it.

Morrigan nods, "Yes, it's all thanks to a friend of mine." She smiles thinking, and then half-smiling, "Well, this is the building...I live up on the fourth floor...Room 416? If you'd ever like to come visit...the name's Morrigan."

As they finally arrive near to the entrance of the apartment building, Dick draws to a halt by the steps and turns towards her, dipping his shoulder slightly as he does so to let the pack slide down his arm to dangle in his hand by his side. "A pleasure to meeting you. I'm sure that we'll run into each other again sometime... though hopefully not literally this time," he says with a small smile before offering her pack back to her. "My name's Dick Grayson. Once again, sorry abut your ankle. If you can, try to rest it for a day or two, and I'm sure you'll be well on the way to being a hundred percent again," he assures her with a friendly nod.

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...With his good deed for the night done, Dick continues on his walk through the city, stealing a few more hours before having donning his mark and costume patrol in a more proper fashion...