gothamscop: (pic#4534917)
2012-09-05 11:09 pm

[JOHN BLAKE'S LIST OF NOT-NATIVE RAPTURE-ITES]

The following list is confidential and personal. It's safe to say that a copy is kept on John's person at all times. Once fully compiled, he'll be transferring it to his superiors or keeping it on file for record purposes.

John Y You do this? My poor baby is so legally minded. If he's going to have people end up here then he's going to try and make a list of what skills are useful and not so useful. Possibly through means of trying to organize who has abilities and who doesn't? Who knows? He wants to get home, but he's honestly starting with his list.

What potential ramifications could this have? After talking to the mods, the potential ramifications are anything. Blake is already sort of doing some Detective work and adding names. Once a substantial list is provided however, anyone could steal it and potentially have a list of names, locations, dates, and other fun things about the transferred residents of rapture. This includes the people who are running the place.

Does my character have to be on the list? absolutely not! Simply don't fill out the permissions post and it can be assumed Blake and your character never crossed paths.

My character is native to Rapture.. Blake is only interested in victims of the malfunctioning teleportation plasmid. All native rapture-ites are safe.

...Can my character steal this list.. we have something like eight master thieves and spies. Hence this plot. If your character wants to steal said list or a copy of it, let's plot it out. If your character wants to destroy all records of said list, let's plot it out. we'll see how this goes. Take it, sell it to the highest bidder, etc. etc.

So how did this go down? Eventually Blake will be making an all inclusive post to the network about asking to set up interviews with non-native rapture citizens. we can play these out if you wish. if you do not wish it, then we can handwave them and assume that he came to you and you answered the following questions which were..promptly recorded. They will be kept in a locked filing drawer in the squad room for securities.

gothamscop: (pic#4534915)
2012-08-18 09:08 pm

Cause I'm only a crack - in this castle of glass [[community profile] scorched app]

Out of Character Information


player name: Ramen
player journal: blackswanevent.at.dreamwidth.org
playing here: George Stacy ([personal profile] 500men)
where did you find us? It's a long and involved story involving ninjas, a lizard, Denis Leary, and Jamba Juice.
are you 16 years of age or older?: Yes.

In Character Information


character name: Officer [ROBIN] John Blake
Fandom: Batman [Nolanverse]
Timeline: During the events of Dark Knight Rises just post visiting Batman.
character's age: JGL is in his late twenties early thirties, the movie novelization lists Blake as being in his twenties. Given the logistics of having a cop in their twenties, I'm going with twenty six. That's the minimum age he'd be able of getting out of the academy. His partner Ross is 27.

For the sake of this I'm also placing his timeline at following the novelization canon. He has been a police officer for one consecutive year.

powers, skills, pets and equipment:

Blake comes in with his Gotham Police Uniform, complete with all of his standard tactical equipment. The equipment he carries.

Blake's skills are that of a standard american patrolman-if somewhat fresher then say, george's skills. He's trained in defense, holding, and observation. He's also reasonably (if not moreso) good with a basketball.

mist powers At some point, in a few months Blake will develop low-level telepathy. Very low, in that the person must be thinking about him in order for it to work at all.

canon history: Closest Link to Find

personality:

Who is John Blake?

John Blake is Flawless No. That's not true. He has a number of flaws stemming from his background and upbringing. His deference to the system at the time of his canon-point in Dark Knight is a handicap. He lives for being a cop. He doesn't have a lot of other social activities beyond coaching basketball for St. Swithins Wild Cats and being a police officer. This is demonstrated when Bruce Wayne explains that the mask is to protect people who you care about. Blake says, brazenly that he doesn't care who knows it's him. At the point when he can help the one character who he's assumed to have a friendly relationship beyond commissioner Gordon and...he's shot after clearly outing himself as a police officer. Blake needs to learn balance and a social life but the truth is he feels abandoned and isolated.

I hear his badge is insured for 10,000 dollars Nope, not true either. Born the only child of low-income parents, John Blake suffers from a handicap of being raised by the system and being terminally angry. He's used to living on a spartan lifestyle and has experienced living in a group home. He himself describes his attitude as "Learning how to smile." and he expresses regret that he figured it out too late. It's not much regret, but it's there. He knows he's missed out on something. The thing is he's also resilient. He missed out and he's taught himself not to care. Is there a slight degree of sociopathy? People don't seek out careers in law enforcement without either a desire to help or a sociopathic desire for power. Blake has the former-but the later is definately a possibility. He lives for the collar and for making arrests. Being a cop is all he really knows how to do.

I hear he's behind arrests...IN GOTHAM. In the movie novelization he's described as having logged maybe six arrests in his short career. that's not to say he's unintelligent. Gordon doesn't promote him just because he's on morphine. It is not an observational intelligence like Batman however but a combination of sheer dumb luck and a dogged determination not to let go. John Blake is loyalty personified. He also figured out (in a city of twelve million people) who Batman was which has to count for something. He wants to be loyal to batman and loyal to Bruce Wayne but who knows how well that will work out?

The biggest example we see of this is in his relationship with Gordon. He is loyal to Gordon-extremely so. However he never really feels any attachment to him on a personal level. Bruce gets him and it would not be a long shot to assume that he sees him as a kindred spirit and he hopes to learn from him and achieve some measure of peace that Bruce Wayne himself has.

ONE TIME HE PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE. IT WAS AWESOME Blake discharges his gun a lot in the movie but only kills twice. When he does, he feels uncomfortable and even awkward. Batman has a no killing rule and so does the GPD. Feeling uncomfortable and awkward he flees the scene and promptly gets into a car wreck. He isn't comfortable with hurting people. In fact he's rather awkward at it. This changes during the movie (and it can be assumed he got used to knocking people out during his time under Bane's occupation) and is something I will be exploring. The level of violence that someone is willing to go through during a siege of a city. He goes from being uncomfortable and law abiding to being willing to steal and knock people out-even as a police officer. Bane's occupation changed Gotham and not for the better.

However upon his arrival in Anatole he will be an awkward police officer, in uniform stumbling through the banks and drifts and then frantically trying to figure out just what the hell is going on.

why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting?

Blake's presence in the city presents a different challenge from George. He's not motivated by protection, he's motivated to try to leave and it would take a lot longer for him to adjust to it. The potential for training and preparedness to when/if he eventually goes back to Gotham City is also there. Here Bruce Wayne is a non-entity and no one knows who Batman or the GPD actually is or what they represent.

In essence, he would be in the city preparing for his eventual endgame (and he is getting canon-updated at least once) not just as an officer and for the end of the movie but for his future career aspirations. He would also present a slightly nosy and somewhat annoying character as he's described as intelligent but "Hot-Headed". He'd make it a mission to square off against people who don't have actual "police training" but also try and follow rules and order.

He would need to learn patience, distance, and perhaps some batman-level zen before returning to Gotham City to achieve the mantle. So to speak.


Writing Samples


Network Post Sample:

[The forge is on, and Anatole-have one very dazed looking man in a police officer's uniform. The insignia says Gotham on his lapel and the name says Blake.

When he speaks he has a slight accent. Brooklyn or Bronx.]


....Somebody invite those nerds from the San Diego Comic Con and not tell me? This is-what-that thing. [One of those kids would read it sometimes.] Gaspunk right?

Either way. My name is John Blake. And I've been robbed. Someone stole my iphone and replaced it with this thing. To whoever took it when I was passed out...

[Well. yeah. stealing from a cop. Bad idea.]


Third Person Sample:

His back ached, and his shoulder was asleep but he was pretty sure none of that mattered seeing as how he had somehow either fallen back in time or fallen through something into the Victorian era. He was less angry about the phone then he let on. Less the phone and more the act of taking it. Also why take it and leave his weapon? Including his spare mag and his handcuffs? Why take the phone and leave his pepper spray?

Mysteries upon mysteries.

He liked a good mystery when he wasn't the subject of it. Stretching again he nodded to a few people. You'd think that they hadn't seen a police officer before. He'd approach one of them if he wasn't so assured that they'd be unfriendly. The problem was being from Gotham meant being wary of your neighbors. At least here (or so he thought) I ought to fit right in

Then again the presence of people dressed the way they were and that creeping overhanging mist was enough to deterr him from talking to anyone. He pressed the phone to his ear and continued to play with it trying to call Father Reilly. He had his number memorized and he'd have answers. He'd know why none of the streets looked familiar, why the gas-lights glowed with a dark twitch and twinge.

He'd know.

John Blake suppressed a shiver of fear and tried the numbers again.

He'd know. If he could get a hold of his captain or even Ross they might be able to help him out with some kind of direction to move in. Frowning he focused on the street ahead of him.

"-Excuse me."

"...sorry ma'am." He frowned. Not every day a woman in a bustle skirt stopped you and clearly indicated you were being rude. He bowed, ignoring the stares and moved back.

Something was definately going on.



Anything else? ...Anything else? :D
gothamscop: (Serious busniss)
2012-08-06 11:20 pm

(no subject)

Some days are worse then others.

Ross doesn't know day from night down here. One of the SWAT guys in his team has a Navy Seal watch and it does that for him. It keeps them all on a schedule. He's content, calm even. Insists they exercise. Insists they have fruit regularly. Even Insists that the one shaft of sunlight is used every single day. Sit in it and stay alive. It's not much.

Sometimes he fancies he can see a part of Gotham City. Sometimes he likes to think that it's a part where Yolanda and Tara are, where Blake's keeping an eye on them. Everybody has their own way of coping. He knows their names and their stories and they know his. We're brothers. The SWAT guy says, Brothers and sisters, friends and allies, now more then ever.

They have radios. Earlier they kept in contact for hours. Teams were looking for ways out, now they communicate by messages. There are women in his group, and after the end of the first month sometimes he would accompany them places, sometimes the commander, sometimes they'd go armed.

Not everyone was doing well but they had their own ways of coping.

Mark, a homicide detective from the 33rd has a book. Dear God in heaven why he would have thought to bring a book on a manhunt was something that Ross would forever wonder but he praised the man day and night. It's a stupid book about knights and dragons but he reads it cover to cover whenever they're not talking or making plans. Sometimes he reads parts allowed. They're becoming something like a family and he reads them their bedtime stories, "It's such a big series, you know every time I re-read it I find something new or something I missed."

Caroline, isn't even a cop-she's a forensic sketch artist but it's all hands on deck. (Or at least it was) Halfway through the second month after a particularly nasty trip to a bad part of the tunnels she found charcoal. Sometimes she draws in mud, sometimes in leaves, sometimes with an old rotted pencil. Pictures of them, pictures of people, pictures of Gotham.

Haseem sings. He always takes the last shift in the sunlight so he sings some kind of prayer. He still keeps his prayers up too or at least tries to. The Navy Seal helped him with that-helped him find Mecca underground. A bunch of guys from the 2-7 had stopped by a week or so ago and laughed at them. Apparently they had made friends with a group of homeless people in the sewers (according to them) and they were having a fine old time.

Hunger, Cold, and even the smell had become so much a part of Ross's life that he failed to notice them anymore.

He has Blake's notes.

They are detailed and concise.
Ross-

Everyone's prayers are with you.


Nothing more? No details? Blake you idiot, you moron. You thrice damned thrice blessed moron.

Ross-

Sorry my last note was so short. Wrote it quick didn't know if you'd get it. Give whoever brought this to you five bucks. They're my new heroes.

I know this feels like a prison man, and you're not alone. Food and supplies are rationed-looting is common. Remember that meatball place we went to? It's gone man. Gone.

Yolanda and Tara aren't. Your dad and your mom are with them and they're safe.- (he cried at that. oh god he cried) -I keep looking in on them. Gordon too. we have protection for cop's families.

Things are bad but we're thinking of you.


Ross-

City's undefended. Cut off. Nobody's forgotten about you. Spread the word, plans in effect. Resistance moving. A fire will rise-but it won't be the one Bane expects.



He takes them and sits in the sun with them. Blake mostly writes about plans-he was always a serious kid-but it's the stuff that's not plans that he treasures. People slip things into the sewers for law enforcement, guards "feed" them, but it's those moments in the sun that Ross treasures.

One day he is having his moment when the crack is blocked. Dimly, a grim figure standing in the light.

"...It is as I said. And it is those glimpses of the sun that you have learned to treasure."

He knows that voice, "...You."

"...Not tried to climb out or crawl out?"

They had for the first two weeks. He would have scars on him for the rest of his life. Ross doesn't say anything. To be in the presence of evil, to be in the presence of pure darkness is to remain silent.

"...We're not stupid."

And the dragon laughs, "...I disagree officer. You're very stupid. But not as stupid as this city. Your tomb must be a comfortable one, Better then most. Here you can see the light."

There were rustles. Some of the people who had "sleep time" allotted to them were waking up. Caroline peers over, "Who's that?"

"...The brave and noble Gotham Police Force-cowering as they have for years in the darkness of not knowing yet finally perhaps-seeing the light."

"You're not going to win, do you hear me? You're not going to win this." Stupidity won out in Lieutenant Ross's head as he screamed into the sun, into the fire, "There are people who are going to stop you!"

"And in three weeks, they will be dead. And your torment will end. Do you think we don't see? How you have degenerated living in the darkness? How does it feel to be incarcerated? Truly incarcerated?"

"Shit." Ross snorted, feigning laughter, "Stuck in a sewer? It's Rush week at Gotham U. It's...it's cleaner then my mother-in-law's house that's for sure."

"Ross." Mark was quiet, "Be quiet."

"yes. Lieutenant. Your bravado is to be commended but be quiet. Be quiet so that your friends can hear. Did you think you heard a clue in my voice Detective?"

Mark flinched, "...What do you mean everybody will be dead?"

"Exactly what I said. Gotham is a dying animal. The appropriate thing to do is put it out of it's misery. If the men and women of this city's protectors degenerate so quickly then it's people must be prevented from seeing it. At the least."

Ross did not want to think about that, "As long as there's a police force." He said, shakily, "We will fight you."

"It says so on the badge." Caroline murmured, "...Duty, Honor, Hope."

"Then perhaps." Bane murmured, moving closer, "It is time I put you out of your misery for good, and remove that godsend. I do not do this out of torture."

His tone suggested they had all clearly gone mad.

"I do this out of mercy."

Whispers in the dark. Ross crept back as Bane approached the hole...and filled it.

The sewer pressed around them. The smells, the dark. Mark clutched at his book, Caroline's hands were smeared and filthy.

Ross held his notes.

Something echoed in the chamber-a gun going off. He climbed to his feet, "..Captain! Captain!"

His nametag read, "Kane"

"...Ate his gun."

Other people had come running to the summons. In the dim light of the sewer the body looked grotesque. A plainclothes officer snorted, "Not the first."

Ross remembered the man who had told them when to wash, what to do to survive, tried to ration their food and cook their meals. The man who had given them the sun if only for a moment, and the man who had taken him away.

"There are other tunnels. Other ways out. We have to find them." His uniform was ragged and dirty and he had no idea how badly he smelled but his gun was clean, "...What good will it do?"

He could have said, the people of gotham were going to die. He could have said do it for Kane, do it for their families. He could have said do it to honor the men who were losing their lives and their sanity in the darkness.

"...I don't need to have the sun to have hope."

He clutched his letters. They rose and followed him.