11040/Log 11040

Log 11040
Date of Scene:	10 February 2020
Location:	New York Times Square
Synopsis:	THERE WAS AN OUTCOME!
Cast of Characters:	Cammy White, Flash Thompson

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Cammy White has posed:
Cammy is moving with some purpose through the crowd of people, crossing through New York's Times Square. The crowd is the mid-day traffic, the people crossing through the area to get from their boringass work to the restaurants nearby. Cammy is wearing her black slacks and winter coat for the occasion, with the cute furry collar turned up around her neck. She picks up the pace, clearly after someone, or maybe she's really, really in need of a damn coffee. She comes to the STARBUNKS and opens the door with a start. She stands there glancing around, narrowing her eyes like a badass. She shoves her hand into her pocket and looks casual, moving around a rather large man to get a better look at those seated nearby.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    Inside the coffee shop it's a low steady roar of a hubbub. People move hither and yon, walking to the counter and back, only for them to stand in line with the occasional request for coffee. She's seen it all before, and likely will see it all again. But perhaps there's one thing that might stand out nearby. And it's that one blonde guy. That one, with the hair? Looks like a typical American sports hero quarterback all star nonsense that the colonies laud. Not something a Brit like herself might find interesting.
    Of course that's likely the moment when the wheelchair might be noticed, and the way he's pushing around a cellphone on top of the tabletop.

Cammy White has posed:
Cammy squeezes her way through two big biker guys as she crosses over to the other side of the coffee shop. The biker dudes smirk and look down at the small Cammy as she asserts her little self around them so quickly, for some reason. But she thinks she sees something and makes over to a man by the corner, who is standing near Flash Thompson talking on his cellphone, "Yeah, I got it! You don't need to yell!" he lets out. Cammy comes over, turns him around with a hand on his collar, and frowns, perhaps ready to apprehend him for some dastardly deed. However, she blinks and smirks as the guy on the cellphone looks at her strangely, "Sorry, sorry," she tells him. The guy blows her off and continues talking on his cellphone. She looks at Flash and says, "Did you see a guy in a trenchcoat come through here? Black hair?" she asks.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    Distraction. That much is clear in Flash's eyes. He's clearly thinking about something else and then when he lifts his gaze upward to her he blinks for a moment. She'll get a glance at the clothes, her manner, and her asking about a guy with a trenchcoat? But then he shakes his head and looks toward the door, back. There's a slight smile as he offers, "Sorry. Wish I had?"
    It's a wry smile, easier to flirt somewhat when one sort of embraces their challenges. And to be fair that smile sells it a bit, despite it probably not being entirely welcome.

Cammy White has posed:
Cammy glances away from Flash now and looks back through the coffee shop again, pursing her lips disappointedly. She looks at the biker dudes again and the counter where you order a coffee, because the two of them are standing there deciding what to order, blocking everybody else. She looks back at Flash now, smiling a little apologetically, "You sure? Thought for sure I saw...someone I knew," she explains to him, "You know, walking through."

Flash Thompson has posed:
    The blonde man shakes his head and looks around off in the distance back toward the window. Then Flash looks back to her and uncurls a hand. "Sorry, darlin'." The words offered with some sincerity. "If you need someone to help you track him down, I'll totally be the Starsky to your Hutch," Probably not a reference she gets considering her age... and upbringing.
    There's a wave of his hand to the side, "Lead on and I'll run em down." At that he slightly shifts his chair back and forth a little as if about to bust out into action.