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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 5:43 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Ragnarok Online ] [ 11:49 PM ] <<… name your restaurant, Raven, which btw, will be a much cooler hero-companion name than Robin. I’m keeping you out of the Bird-cage just a little longer…>>
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 5:53 pm
[ Guvernment Nightclub - Toronto, Ontario ] [ 11:53pm ]Ripley jolted as someone hit him, uttering a grunt of pain before a curse hissed out from between numb lips. He looked up, fighting to focus his gaze on his unknown ********>!" He cursed, spotting a laughing man with a buzz cut, assuming it was him due to proximity along. "Watch where you're going, <********>--" The curse trailed off with an annoyed growl, and he rubbed the spot where a rather nice shoe had hit him. Damnit. That hurt.
He staggered to his feet, clearly seeing the flaw in sitting on the curb so close to the exit. It was a stupid mistake, and stupid him for doing it. Yet while his fuzzy mind wanted one thing, his body very clearly did not get the complete memo; he stood, at least, but the step was more of a stumble, which sent him towards the man who had accidentally kicked him only moments ago. His hand shot out, grabbing onto the other man's arm for ********. Sorry. I'm - s**t. Hold on." Augh, his head. Why did he think this was a good idea.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 5:59 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Solas ] [ 12:05 AM ] << It's Arland, actually, but Raven would make a sweet stage name for the Birdcage. >> He responded as though he had no idea that the other was using a pun as opposed to referencing a movie that he turned to when he needed a bit of sass along with a good laugh. << Shouldn't we pick a city first before we name a restaurant? >>
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:03 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Ragnarok Online ] [ 12:17 AM ] < > was the texted reply - then there was a picture loading right behind that, a familiar skyline.
<< PS – the first lines out of my mouth are going to be ‘you look well rested’ smartass. ;p >>
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:09 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Solas ] [ 12:05 AM ] He could feel a bit of color flood his face as he eyed the photo, swallowing back a bit of the drink that one of his friends had brought over for him before chomping back another fry or two... More like three or four. << We came in for the holiday. At Solas right now. Staying at the Lenox. >> << Wait. Woah, wait. You're here too? >>
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:13 pm
[ Guvernment Nightclub - Toronto, Ontario ] [ 11:54pm ]Somebody was certainly riled up, a fact that only made Finn chuckle more as he scoured the ground for his missing cancer stick, which he'd actually crushed beneath the heel of his boot and had yet to realize. When the person he had accidentally stepped on got to his feet, however, Finn straightened, ready (except not really as his vision swam a little dizzily) should the guy choose to pick a fight, eyes narrowing though the smile never left his lips. And then the guy was stumbling towards him and he tensed, a hand curling into a fist that he was ready to dig into Mr. Pink-hairs stomach. A split second to realize that the other guy was actually falling towards him, and the fist loosened, hand reaching to grab near his collar bone and squeezing. "Easy, sweetheart. Try not to hurt yourself. " and then a frown. <********. Don't you dare puke on me, a*****e. These clothes probably cost more than your net worth." He released his grip, and attempted to take a step back and away before he could potentially be sprayed down with vomit. Around them, unnoticed by Finn people were hurrying back inside for the last few minutes leading up to the countdown.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:15 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Solas ] [ 12:05 AM ] <<*ominious music*>> < >
a long pause...
12:10 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:26 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Solas ] [ 12:10 AM ] Arland's palms were sweating and after getting over the initial flush he'd gone pale, trying to hide it all behind a smile as the friends who'd dragged him down to the pub for a toast and a snack badgered him a bit. He excused himself from them, claiming to need a bit of fresh air when really he just wanted to be able to make a dash for it if things went badly... Which they were very likely to. What if "Bats", god he didn't even know his name, hated him? What if he thought he was a loser? What if...? "Oh, bugger it." He snorted, running his fingers back through his hair once more before adjusting his glasses, sending another text to his friend. << I stepped outside for some fresh air. Easy to find. Pale guy with shoulder-length hair and glasses. Beak nose. Probably looks more than a little nervous. >>
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:33 pm
[ 11: 58 PM EST ] [ Dunstan, FL ] The Happy Toast graciously declined ("Thank you very much but I think your mom wants you to have it. Maybe next time I'll convince her I've earned it. I'll bring her my report card"), Taym worked his way through his own plate, or at least through half of it, and he'd meant to try and orchestrate more small talk but it was harder once Justice was absorbed in his food and no longer providing him a third party to channel it through, so he did what he normally did when Tuesday was too busy scarfing waffles to entertain him, and laid his phone down on the counter and pretended to read, withdrawn, shy. He paged through the ebook and remembered none of it. A couple more false starts, complicated by the cook returning from his lengthy smoke break; a glance she caught out of him that he returned immediately to his plate while he absently pushed a crumb around with the end of a fork. And then it was two minutes to midnight and the people on the screen were increasingly festive, pairing off, and when she put the check down he said "Hey--" And nothing. Thanks and Happy New Year while he got off the barstool and pocketed his phone and reached for his wallet and felt guilty for being one of what was undoubtedly a small army of regular customers who made things harder on her than they needed to be.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:34 pm
[ Guvernment Nightclub - Toronto, Ontario ] [ 11:55pm ]"Don't-" He started, grumping, but paused as he tried to right himself. "Don't call me sweetheart." He tried again, this time with more success. But he did let out a laugh at the whole net worth comment, reaching up with his free hand to fix his skewed glasses.
"I doubt that." But he pat the stranger's arm anyway, and finally let go - though it also occurred to him that he had only pet air. Why he thought sitting in the first place was a great idea, he hadn't a clue; it made standing, and getting used to standing again, a whole lot of trouble.
"I'm fine. You can go away now." He shoo'd the stranger, turning away from him with every intention of going to stand somewhere else. No more sitting. Sitting was dangerous.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:34 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Solas ] [ 12:17 AM ] << Ring this number ***-***-****... sound tracks are hella important to us Hero types... ;D>> There were strangers out there on the side walk, strange faces with strange bodies and searching eyes, some laughing some serious, some lost some hopeful all out there to greet the first hint of a new year's bloom. Waiting, waiting till he took a risk and rang that number.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:39 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Solas ] [ 12:20 AM ] Arland took a deep breath, eying the text message on his phone for a moment longer before shifting his hand... He paused, flexing his fingers to try and keep them from shaking before hitting the 'callback' button on the number that had been sent to him. "Please don't be a serial killer..." He muttered softly beneath his breath before he bit down on his lower lip, worrying it intently as he listened and waited.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:43 pm
[ Guvernment Nightclub - Toronto, Ontario ] [ 11:56pm ]"Okay than, darling." Finn mocked, never ever passing up the opportunity to be a pain in the a** and to get underneath somebodies skin, especially as it was somebody he'd likely never see again. The laughter was met with a small, albeit cold smile, narrowed eyes watching as the other man removed himself to go and stand elsewhere, clearly not quite as sick as Finn had first assumed, though obviously a bit tipsy. "What, and stand out here all alone like some kind of ******** loser?" He barked a laugh, as he realized that was exactly what the other guy had been doing before Finn had gotten here, only sitting. "Come on. Have a smoke with me! Peace offering." He suddenly grinned, digging the pack out of his back pocket once again to fish out two cigarettes, holding one out towards the total stranger.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:47 pm
[ Boston, Massachusetts - Solas ] [ 12:20 AM ] If 'Batsy' was Bats enough to be a serial killer, he was also bats enough to have the old, like... TV show old Batman soundtrack as his ring tone. A gawky young man, tall, thin, like someone scraped him off a Rack and then dressed him up in clothes that would always be a little too wide just for the sake of having proper length. The duster he wore, that should have been down to his ankles hit a little too high over his wrists, and about 3 inches higher than his ankles, like maybe he'd gotten it used. "SO... Arland. My Name's Jasper! How do you feel about being a Hero tonight?" And then he told you about the shelter, where you could volunteer to hand out food to people who needed it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:53 pm
[ 11: 59 PM EST ] [ Dunstan, FL ] Seeing him stand up, America shot the man an incredulous look, "Obadiah Thompson, don't you dare leave right before the countdown." On his own stool, Justice Jone quivered and bounced, his own hat falling off unheeded. Deputy Raina, hat on and ready to go, paused at the counter as well, soon joined by the night cook. America scurried to the pie case an back again, bearing two little clamshell boxes. Handing one to Raina, she explained, "For you and Junior." And then she turned to Taym and handed him the other one, "For Miss Tuesday!" The waitress gestured to the small baggie on top of it, and went on with a grin, "It's a sparkler! My own idea!" And wasn't she pleased as punch over it? "10!"
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