MASK OR MENACE

WHO: Daryl Dixon and open
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Month of July
WHAT: Catch-All! Open prompts up top, specific prompts in the comments
WARNINGS: Zombie mentions, language, more tbd

Any City: The Angel is on the hunt; Any time in July; De Chima only during the zombie plot
Daryl has his hood up, head down. He's walking with his hands tucked into the pockets of a nondescript leather jacket and this late at night, most people chose not to pay attention to him. He looked like almost any guy trying to get by in the night and not be obvious about where he was going or what he was doing. His face just obscured enough by the hood to make identifying him difficult without getting right in his face.

But that doesn't stay the case for long, after he's found his trail. It's not an immediately obvious one. Just him stopping occasionally to glance around and then pull a flower or a weed out of a crack in the sidewalk. At least until the small plants he's oddly interested in are being pulled off of walls. Then he takes a look around and slips into someplace dark enough to hide him as he pulls on his mask and makes sure he's covered from head to foot. Then he's making his way up a fire-escape to a window or along an alleyway to a door. And outside of being quiet, he's not especially trying to hide his actions.

A little while later, should any observers decide not to interfere with his suspicious actions, there's the sound of combat from where he went into - all grunts or cut-off cries of pain or silenced gunfire. Some time after that, when all is quiet again, the man slips out of the building with a child wrapped in his arms and a pair of glowing wings made of orange and blue light that give his position away. But at that point he's not out to protect his position. He's out to protect the kid he's just rescued and fly them off home.

Nonah: Motorcycle Madness; Early in the month
Daryl was pretty well known among his fans by now for preferring a motorcycle to get around on rather than the wings he'd been gifted with by the Porter. So it was little surprise when he showed up at a small Bike show for custom builds. If he saw any obvious imPorts or people he already knew, he gravitated toward them and nodded at the bike they were looking over, "You like that one? Don't think the suspension's too much?"

Wild Card: Nonah, De Chima, Heropa
Daryl is out and about doing normal things in the early half of the month, fighting zombies in De Chima in the second half. He can be found doing basic grocery shopping, checking out nick-knack stores, hanging around parks, and doing everything but eating in public. The closest he comes on that end is having some very mild tea at a couple different shops he liked and attempting to avoid the paparazzi. Largely unsuccessfully.

[[Action or Prose is fine, I'll match your preference. If you want a specific prompt, poke me in PM and I'll put one up for you.]]