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Post by harveydent on Sept 21, 2012 22:05:44 GMT -5
The man pulled the scarf high up his face, the scratchy material biting into his skin and irritating him a great deal. His mouth curved into a deep scowl, his brows knitting together beneath the darkness of his top hat. Now Dent wasn't one to care if people saw his face, he just wanted to make a big surprise here in Manhattan. He wasn't sure what kind of chaos he'd be causing here in New York but hoped it was something worth bragging about back in Gotham. That is if Two Face decided to return there.
With a hiss of annoyance, Harvey nearly ripped the scarf from his face, but he needed to keep his cool and he couldn't do that if he was ripping and clawing at his face. It would call unnecessary attention to himself. He'd get the attention he wanted but it would be his way of getting it. |
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Donovan Miller
"If you're not a "villain" too I suggest you get out and stay out of my way."[Mo0:0]
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Post by Donovan Miller on Sept 21, 2012 23:11:25 GMT -5
Donovan leaned against one of the many buildings in Manhattan, his green eyes watching several people pass by. Eventually, he stood up and started down the sidewalk, moving with the other people, blending in. At the moment he didn't look at all as sinister as he actually was, but the plans running through his mind were evil.
How exactly would he wreck havoc on the citizens of Manhattan today? A smirk slid across his lips for a slight moment before it disappeared again. Perhaps he could shift again and fly around. It was rather amusing to watch all the little petty people running around below him, panicking at the sight of the massive black beast circling overhead. There was a slight problem though. That blonde haired woman. The thought of her made his eyes narrow. Oh how he despised her, the "Huntress" as people called her. Thankfully, he had been careful all week and looked for her, but she was no where to be seen. Had she left the city for a bit? Donovan grinned and hoped so, because the fun was just about to begin. |
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Post by harveydent on Sept 23, 2012 14:02:21 GMT -5
Harvey's eyes flickered to the other man walking and mingling in the crowds of Manhattan. His head cocked, eyes narrowing beneath the top hat and his mouth curling into a smirk beneath the scarf. A strange attire for a warm seventy degree day. In fact Dent was sweating, it was running into his eyes the salt stinging. His hand reached up and wiped his brow and wanted to rip off the the scarf right then and there.
He couldn't. Not yet. He had to figure out what chaos to bring first.
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