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Dick had found himself headed out for a run, late that night, his insomnia getting the better of him once again. It was a loosing battle, but one he would fight to the end nonetheless. So instead of struggling with his demons he turned to running along the shore in search of solace elsewhere. The sound of the ocean lapping against the rocky beach was calming, enough to drag him from his thoughts as he stopped to drink in his surroundings and the fresh evening air. Only he hadn’t been alone, and as footsteps approached his gaze lifted from the water to steal a glance in the others direction. “Little late for a night stroll, don’t you think?” @woodshorestarters

#woodshore: open #feel free to assume connections!

EVE‌:

“so when does the good stuff start?” eve’s eyes were wide with possibility, cocktail shaker in hand. she poured from it into a martini glass, garnishing with a little apple slice on the rim (her favorite). she slid the drink forward towards the other. “you know… the leather-clad guys? girls holding riding crops? someone has to have some ecstasy around here! i didn’t come all the way down here just to sit around and do nothing."

Sitting at the bar alone on a Friday night had become something of a normality for the male. Finding that of his friends was proving harder than expected, nevertheless he had never been one to give up. And he wouldn’t, devoting every day to tracking down those of his loves ones so that they could figure out whatever hole they had fallen into as a team. “I think it’s fair to say we have different ideas about the so called good stuff.“ Dick remarked, as he stole a glance in the woman’s direction.

#;;eve

ALASKA YOUNG‌:

Alaska was alone again. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation, nor an unwelcome one. It just was. She’d gotten to know a few residents of Woodshore––had superficial conversations with superficial people. She never went too deep, always a mystery. Even to herself. She thought of the Colonel and Pudge and Takumi, but then again, maybe they were happier without her. Without her manic outbursts and depressive episodes, without her moodiness and bad habits. Maybe everyone was happier.

As she got lost in her thoughts, a figure from the other end of the sidewalk caught her eye. She tilted her head curiously before calling out to them. “Hey!” She said, green eyes sparkling with interest. “What are you drinking?” She smiled as they got closer, gesturing to the travel cup in their hand.

Dick had always been a creature of habit, nothing would change that. Having long been for his morning run and stopped off at the local cafe for breakfast and coffee, he was well into the start of his day as he made his way on the short walk to the precinct when a stranger called to his attention. Her words very nearly causing the other to laugh as he took a sip of the hot beverage. “Coffee --- I’d be worried if it were anything else at such an hour, then again I suppose it’s 5′oclock somewhere huh.”

#;;alaska young

( a lone figure moving at speed between the shadows, five o’clock shadow barely peeking through, bloody and bruised knuckles ) –– && it looks like dick grayson has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from titans ). although known as a NIGHTWING back home, here they are a twenty-nine year old detective, known to be STOIC, but WITHDRAWN. they were coaxed here with the promise of RIGHTING HIS WRONGS. they remember REFORMING THE TITANS.

#woodshore: intro #;;intro