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Jul 13, 2016 17:14:00 GMT
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Post by KNOCKOUT on Jul 13, 2016 17:14:00 GMT
living in arkham was like a death sentence for most people, but zoya didn't think it was that bad. she only encountered one mugger on the way to the grocery store on a saturday noon.
and damn, he was an amateur. at least now he's knocked out in some alley.
knocked out by knockout, she giggled a bit to herself. any laughter was nice; she was in a pretty sour mood after the past week.
her apartment was robbed (a normal arkham occurence but never a pleasant one), her landlord still hasn't gotten rid of the mold in the bathroom, a jug of bleach spilled all over her black clothes...
and during a pretty high profile stakeout, she was humiliated by some batman wannabe. of course.
but it was a new week and a new day she thought as she entered the small store, heading towards the produce section to find some lettuce with the least amount of wilted leaves.
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Post by sovereign on Jul 15, 2016 0:08:11 GMT
not to put too fine a point on it, but aidan feels like hammered shit.
he has the day off, thankfully, because solar-powered healing factor or not he’s still looking almost as rough as he feels. the split in his lip is still tender, and he can’t help absent-mindedly pressing at it with his tongue as he parks the car.
he has a list - he always has a list - and he’s preoccupied with it as he picks up a basket. he has one day a week he can spare for this kind of thing, because apparently the gangsters he has to run equipment through don’t work weekends either and their less benign counterparts are out in too much force to risk meeting clients. sovereign might patrol, later, instead.
sovereign needs to buy carrots first, he reminds himself.
he’s a little distracted, slowed by the lingering soreness in his muscles, eyes glued to the list while he tries to read his own handwriting. what on earth is a... car...baxe...?
the sharp ram of the shopping basket against his thigh, painful, is what prompts him to start and turn around to apologise to the poor woman he’s inadvertently backed into. “oh, god, miss, i’m so sorry-”
the colour of her hair, the shape of her eyes. the memory of the mask flying off-
“.... you.”
abruptly, his nervous system shifts gears, slams straight into the fight part of fight or flight. he’s not a tall man, but the straight-backed poised stance is not unintimidating.
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Post by KNOCKOUT on Jul 18, 2016 3:23:19 GMT
great! great.
it's this asshole again.
honestly, zoya could've gone her whole life without seeing him again and she would've been happy. just fine. wonderful, in fact. but no, instead he's running into her cart at the grocery store only days after they first ran into eachother. sure, arkham wasn't HUGE, but it was still a pretty big part of the city.
honestly, what were the odds?
"yeah, me," she said, deciding to go on the offensive. "you got a problem with it, jackass?"
sometimes zoya came on just a bit too strong. or maybe she was just rude...well, this was the byproduct of growing up in the bronx and then living in arkham. she didn't have time to have a polite vocabulary. act too polite and people took advantage of you, especially when you're a rather small-statured woman.
"i'd appreciate if you didn't run into me, like, ever again, so buzz off," she said, pulling her cart away and attempting to go around him.
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Jul 28, 2016 16:26:05 GMT
Post by sovereign on Jul 28, 2016 16:26:05 GMT
she’s going to make a scene, he thinks absently, as she squares up to him and starts loudly proclaiming him a jackass. the last thing he wants is undue attention, so he does the only thing that occurs to him.
“oh my god shut up,” the words come out in a hissed rush as he takes her arm and pulls her down the aisle into the mouth of the corridor to the bathrooms, back turned out to the store, body-blocking her. he’s relying on them looking like a couple having an argument, rather than anything more untoward.
“keep your bloody voice down,” aidan is asserting, urgently, all thoughts of shopping list interpretation gone. “make a scene and i’m taking you down with me, knockout.” he’s not in the mood to pretend he didn’t go a little nuts researching her after their encounter, literally refusing to sleep until he knew exactly who he’d run into. no name, obviously, but he’d triangulated enough sightings that he was fairly sure he knew which block she lived on, and that was probably creepy, but -
god, he probably should have figured she came here. now he was almost certain, and it was pretty shitty news as far as never seeing her again went.
“by all rights i should be calling the cops, don’t come the attitude with me.” he is saying almost exactly the opposite of what he knows he should be saying - he’s flustered, nervous. embarrassed about last time, even. “shit. no, wait. you. you are -”
he has to stop and take a breath. alright, aidan, try again. “you’re a criminal, but nothing i managed to dig up on you indicates you’re interested in making things shitty for the people who live here so. so.” he’s floundering again. “our patches are going to intersect, that much is basically certain, but as long as you don’t start going after civilians i can. give you a pass.”
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Jul 28, 2016 16:54:55 GMT
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Post by KNOCKOUT on Jul 28, 2016 16:54:55 GMT
before zoya was able to get away, the guy grabbed her arm and pulled her down another hall, her back against the wall as he stood in front of her, blocking her view.
"how the fuck do you know my name?" she responded in a little more than a hiss. he was obviously upset about her being loud -- she honestly couldn't help it -- but then again, she didn't really care. she didn't like this guy in the slightest and the feelings were getting more and more sour by the minute.
"first of all, call the cops. i don't care. I don't know your name but i do know vigilantes are just as illegal as villains. so--" she started, but he interrupted her. she frowned even more than she already was.
wait -- dig up? he was researching her? well that would explain why he knew her name, and zoya was half creeped out...but also half flattered. it was nice knowing he was that preoccupied with her. but still, she was more creeped out than anything.
"so you're stalking me now?" she asked, trying to keep her voice low, but it kept creeping up on her. "you 'dug up' information on me and you're following me around, for what? i ran off. i didn't even hurt you. and you ruined my chance at getting some of the heroes going to the borgata."
and she had to scoff at him.
"you'll let me pass? thanks, i didn't know you were arkham's hall monitor now. like I said, no one needs you here, especially a vigilante."
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