11266/A Night Interrupted

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A Night Interrupted
Date of Scene: 29 March 2020
Location: Various, New York City
Synopsis: Eugene actually calls. At the worst possible time. Yet, date plans are made!
Cast of Characters: Flash Thompson, Copperhead (Diaz)




Flash Thompson has posed:
    Underneath the Staten Island ferry's main station, on one of the upper floors where the locker rooms are located, the day is ending for the men and women of the research wing of Project Rebirth. It's in that hall as the showers can be heard in the background, the lockers and doors clanging and opening and closing as men get set for the end of the day.
    "Thompson, you got Tuesday and Thursday coming up. Try not to do any meth or crack on your downtime." Captain Willis says as he leans into men's locker room, hollaring authoritatively to the men inside.
    "No promises, Cap. You know I love me some meth." Flash's voice is dead pan as he walks up to his locker, wearing just a towel and with soaked hair. His scarred flesh still taut and muscular after the day's efforts. No signs of rejection from the symbiote, no hints of disincorporation. All good so far.
    "Ha fucking ha." Says the captain even as he swings that door shut.
    Inside another soldier walks by and ruffles Flash's hair, "Hey man, do the thing with the teeth."
    "Hell no," Flash says as he slips on his watch and then keys his phone to life with the swipe of a thumb.
    "Got any plans?"
    "Tonight. Nah. I mean..." The display on his phone scrolls and then he stops and considers.
    "I dunno."
    And then with that same 'why the hell not' look he gives himself in the mirror in the back of his locker, same as that one he gave himself in that bar, he hits the button for one Larissa.

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
*THUD* The last man fell to the ground as she finished up this particular job. She moved off toward the exit, walking for the motorcycle waiting outside and swinging her leg easily over to mount it.

She felt the vibration of the phone tucked into her top. Pulling it out, she stared at it curiously. It couldn't be. She had not expected him to call.

She took the time to pull on her helmet, activating the bluetooth with the noise cancellation feature as she did so. That would allow her to talk while on the move without him being any wiser.

She pulled out, heading to the second location. There would be three for the night. "Hola?" she inquired into the phone.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    On the phone she'll hear the man's voice, along with the occasional other voices of people in the background, though none talking to Flash for the moment. Sometimes there's the squeak of metal and a locker door closes.
    << Heya, it's Flash Thompson. The guy from the bar. >> He'll start with that, since really hopefully that narrows it down enough, though mentally he's trying to figure out what else he'd say. 'The guy who walked into Liam's and people had even money if I walked outta there alive?' That might work. But for now, he holds off.

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
Copperhead nudges the shifter with her toe, to kick the bike into the next gear. She roars through the dark streets since there is a time limit on things. Inside the helmet, with the snakeskin design and artistic fangs to either side of the faceplate, she smiles a little.

"I didn't expect you to call," she admits as she takes a sharp left, her knee almost scraping the ground. "You thought to see if I am telling you the truth about not being nice?"

Flash Thompson has posed:
    "Hey," Flash leans against the locker and grins as he looks down at the bench in front of his locker, one hand holding the phone to his ear and the other holding onto his elbow as he stands there all leisurely. "I never did get along with nice gals. Usually they'd end up going with some nerdy nice guy."
    There's a slight clang as he shifts and bonks his head against the frame of the locker, wincing a little. But then he clears his throat and continues, "But. I was callin' since I have the next two days free." He looks up toward the door of the locker room, half expecting the captain to come through and rescind leave any second now. "So long as nothing crazy happens. But thought you might want to do something."

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
The metallic clang has her trying to figure out what precisely made that noise. Where is he. She hears voices but it isn't the normal sounds of a bar with glasses clinking and music playing somewhere. Faint echo. Some slamming noises now and then which had a metal sound as well.

She was coming up on the warehouse so quickly cut the engine, leaping off and scrambling up the fire escape. She kept the helmet on. It wasn't the best of situations for sight since it interfered a little but it was that or hang up.

Why didn't she just hang up?

"Bad girls will leave you with a broken heart. Or worse. You like to play with fire, no?" She reached the rooftop and leapt to the next, moving to the skylight and quickly opening it. She'd already prepped it earlier in the evening so it wouldn't require unlocking. Time was of the essence.

Dropping through, she swung herself into the rafters and settled in. Should be less than two minutes.

"You want to do something? Like...a date?" She sounds like this might be the first time someone asked her for one of those. Ever.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    A grin blossoms on his features, even though in some ways he's the goofball in this exchange, but he sort of hears her incredulity and realizes the... comedic potential of the situation. "I'm thinking a get together with perhaps some date-like connotations. Sure."
    He grins and shifts the phone to his other ear, but now he's starting to dig into his locker, grabbing his clothes from inside. The shoes are taken out and dropped to the ground with a faint clatter, though he mainly works on getting those boxer briefs on underneath the towel, lifting his legs one after the other to slip them on while he pillows the phone between shoulder and ear.
    "But could just be going somewhere and having a drink. Though maybe somewhere I'm slightly less likely to be shanked while going to the bathroom, right?"

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
"Give me just a moment."

She falls silent, waiting as she hears the door being opened. In walked a short man with an oversized belly. He moved to the desk, sitting and opening his laptop.

A moment later, he was fighting for air as he found a pair of very strong legs wrapped around his neck. Copperhead dangled, hands on the rafter above his head as she held herself there easily. Now that she had her hold, he wouldn't be getting away. Just a matter of moments.

"So, no costume. Out like normal people. I am not certain I have ever done that." She's dated once or twice. It was more spending time to scratch an itch though, not seeking some love match. The very concept was absurd to her. Yet here she was talking to a normal guy about something very much like a normal date like normal people would do. While killing her second target of the night.

"It sounds nice. Just...I do not wish you to waste time. I will not be the girl of your dreams."

*THUD* Second one down. She pulled herself up to the rafter and was out the skylight seconds later, retracing her steps back to her bike.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    "Well, it's my time to waste. Right?" Flash says as he has to pull his head away from the phone for a moment, though she might hear the rustle and thump of the t-shirt being pulled over the phone, only for him to fish it back out after a moment. "But, I'm not expecting any commitments if you're worried about that. I figure you got your own thing and..."
    There's a pause as he looks across the room and then lowers his voice a little, perhaps so the guys won't hear as he says. "The boss said we got two days. And I thought alright, awesome, but then figured all I'd be doing is going home, sitting in front of the boobtube and watching the PAC-10 games while maybe eating some pizza. Then I thought it might be nice to go out and you were the first person I thought of."
    There's a beat as he looks at himself in the mirror, pushing a hand through his hair and trying to get it to look ok, then waving a hand as if giving up. "So what do ya say?"

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
She was on the bike again, heading for the third location. "I see." She didn't see. Larissa didn't see at all. Why would he think of her? Was this some plot? Was he someone sent to get at her? Her enemies would not be above such tactics. It didn't help she was somewhat paranoid due to her position in her organization.

"I say...why not. Can give it a try. Just as long as you go in with no illusions." She was almost to the third point. This one would be easiest though. It was the one that would need to be a point, thus her toxins would be used.

"So I am guessing the date will not involve pizza on the couch watching PAC-10 games. Did you have something specific in mind?"

Flash Thompson has posed:
    "Hadn't thought that far," Flash says as he pulls up his pants and buttons them, then tucks his shirt in with a shift of hands and hips, turning a little as he does so. "Honestly half-expected you to say no." His lip twitches but then he takes a breath.
    "What do you uhhhh, like to do?" He asks, but then he adds, "I mean barring other stuff, everyone has to eat."

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
"You'll laugh." Those are the first words out of her mouth as he asks what she likes to do. She reaches her destination and is off the bike, heading through a back alley then into the window of a warehouse. She starts working her way through quickly, heading for the central chamber where the phone calls should be coming in right about now.

Their two lieutenants will have been found dead. The boss would know that he was next.

"I love the circus. Carnivals. Those sorts of things. Cirque de Soleil all the way to old fashioned traveling in a tent versions."

*BOOM* She kicked open the door and was through before the two bodyguards could reach their weapons. The first was taken down with a pair of fangs to the throat, leaving him falling to the ground and clutching the bleeding wound. "The concept of a freak show fascinates me."

The second had his weapon up and fired but she was able to get her gauntleted arm up just in time. A series of leaps and flips and she was on him. Multiple stabs to the ribs. "I guess for obvious reasons."

Then she turned to leap onto the desk, her foot against the throat of the boss pinning him to his chair.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    "Really?" At first Flash is surprised when she mentions the interest in that and no sooner does she say it than he starts thumbing through the details on his phone, doing a search for local events and flicking from one to the other to the other. Eventually he comes up with Cirque. On Broadway. That'll be a pretty penny. But he looks at it and says into the phone, "Okay there's actually a show tonight and tomorrow."
    Then the phone crackles a little, the sound of the man gagging coming through for an instant as Flash then asks, "What was that? You okay?"

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
The pressure of her foot gets harder as she glares at the man through the faceplate of the helmet. "Man at the next table did not like the soup."

She shifting, spinning around and leaving two scratches across the forehead of the man. A moment later, she was heading for the door with all the phones in her hands. Once outside the door, she quickly disabled the door handle. The poison would be through his system long before he could get out the door.

Her task was done.

"Tonight sounds good to me. I could use something to take my mind off work." She walked back out to her bike.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    "Alright," Flash grins a little though his eyebrows lift a bit as he sees the prices for the tickets. But then again... how often does he go out really? And this'll be his first day in a couple years. So he laughs a little and murmurs again, "Want to meet me there or want me to pick you up somewhere?" He asks her casually enough, knowing she might still be careful of her privacy. Since really, he figures she's into some shady things. But really, how bad can they be?

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
Her escape is made with a roar of the engine. It isn't too long until she is gone from the scene of the crime. Tonight, the police will be busy. While she is far away, the large sum she got for this triple homicide added to a range of accounts. It was just another job though.

He is changing after his day, putting on his clothes, going back to his life. She is about to do the same. Only, now she had to get ready for a date. "So which show is this? The type with a tent and the smell of elephant shit which means jeans can be worn. Or something fancy where I need to find an actual dress?" Did she own a dress? She might have to go shopping.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    "It's Cirque, on Broadway." He says with a sort of smirk that's able to be heard in his voice. He shifts the phone and then there's the clatter of the locker being closed. He starts to walk to the door, "But hey, don't worry. I know a guy. So the tickets aren't that crazy." All of which aren't /really/ lies. He does now 'a' guy, who has no connection to Cirque. And the tickets aren't 'that' crazy compared like to the greater scheme of things. Like a house or a car or a boat.
    "So I figure I should probably go shopping and get something that isn't blue jeans and a t-shirt." His lip twists and then he's out the door, into the hallway and heading towards the elevators.

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
"Broadway?!" She pulls into one of her bases of operations, an old abandoned warehouse that looks like just that from the outside. There are some hidden areas inside that are fixed up. She takes her bike to one of those to park it. Once there, she switches the phone back to the phone itself and off bluetooth, allowing her to leave the helmet with the bike.

There was a room where she kept some changes of clothes and that was her next stop. "Are you certain? What if I pay for my own ticket instead. I would feel better that way. And you will not be alone shopping. I have to do the same. I have nothing that would be appropriate for Broadway. I supposed I could wear my leathers." He'd seen those at least.

Flash Thompson has posed:
    To be fair Flash knows what sort of thing this could be, after all. Presumptuous to go to something so big timey, and to force her to go shopping and all. Not to mention the signals it sends. He doesn't get in the elevator though, he heads to the stairwell and starts to walk up them, not wanting to lose signal on her.
    "How about this. I got the tickets, and we can meet somewhere and get some cool clothes, you can choose what and cover it unless it's super huge. And then we go. That works right?" She covers the clothes, he covers the tickets. Perfect.

Copperhead (Diaz) has posed:
He will hear the sound of a zipper as she takes off her top, tossing it aside. Her boots are next with a double thud, thud as they are dropped to the floor. Then another zipper sound. Pants are next as she then starts to put on normal clothes, things anyone on the street would have. Jeans. T-Shirt.

"Sounds like a good deal." She considers then names a location that they can meet, which happens to be near a shop she figures will have something for both of them. It'll be expensive but not insane. Not like she can't afford it. Especially after tonight.

"Give ourselves an hour for the shopping then time to get to the show. So meet you in two hours?"

Flash Thompson has posed:
    "Alright, seeya then." And then the phone to which his hand is attached to makes a sound like unto a click.