2810/Rose's Super Loopy Scene
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| Rose's Super Loopy Scene | |
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| Date of Scene: | 11 October 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Ravager, Nightwing
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- Ravager has posed:
Rose isn't serious all day, every day, and she bops down the stairs of her apartment building to the curb with her earpiece on listening to some tunes. It is very early morning cause she's a badass about her routines but her mood is suddenly dampened when she finds her badass motorcycle with a flat tire and a dented fender. "Hey!" she lets out, putting her hands on her hips. She glances around like a teacher looking for a target, expecting to kickass at any moment, "I'm gonna..." she promises.
Popping her cellphone from its secret, leathery compartment, she dials the Nightwing. She leaves a message as she says, "Nighter! It's me! I can't even get the hell down my ****** street cause my ****** bike was ripped by some **** asshole. I can't believe it. Look at this ****," she says, taking a breath as she texts the damage to Nightwing. She records where she's going to walk to and adds, "You have a bike I can borrow right? I can't ride a trashed bike. Hey will you call me back?" she asks and jams the phone off. She walks down the street to meet up with Nighwing.
- Ravager has posed:
Rose isn't serious all day, every day, and she bops down the stairs of her apartment building to the curb with her earpiece on listening to some tunes. It is very early morning cause she's a badass about her routines but her mood is suddenly dampened when she finds her badass motorcycle with a flat tire and a dented fender. "Hey!" she lets out, putting her hands on her hips. She glances around like a teacher looking for a target, expecting to kickass at any moment, "I'm gonna..." she promises.
Popping her cellphone from its secret, leathery compartment, she dials the Nightwing. She leaves a message as she says, "Nighter! It's me! I can't even get the hell down my ****** street cause my ****** bike was ripped by some **** asshole. I can't believe it. Look at this ****," she says, taking a breath as she texts the damage to Nightwing. She records where she's going to walk to and adds, "You have a bike I can borrow right? I can't ride a trashed bike. Hey will you call me back?" she asks and jams the phone off. She walks down the street to meet up with Nighwing.
- Nightwing has posed:
There is no call back for her, this time of the day with the early morning... it's usually when the guy is getting what zzzs he can after a long night out and about running across rooftops and trying to do what he can for his city or for Gotham. But it's perhaps five minutes, six... when she gets a text back that causes her cellphone to buzz. The message reads...
// What. do I look like I'm made of money? //
But then a minute later another response causes her cellphone to buzz again, vibrating as the second text comes in.
// Alright. 6th and Lex. 20 minutes cya. //
And that's that. At least for twenty minutes. But once the time passes she'll hear the roar of the motor as 'Wing rides up in a black motorcycle suit, the helmet hiding most of his features but he'll pull it off when he rolls to a halt and hits the kickstand. Wearing his mask of course, but not the whole Nightwing ensemble.
The bike itself is a rice burner, maybe three years old, civilian model nothing special to it. Probably his own personal ride. But it hopefully will serve. "You owe me." He says even as he stifles a yawn with one hand.
- Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson stews on damage to her bike and zips around the block to find Nightwing, all while she plots revenge in her head. She crosses her arms as she stands there waiting impatiently, eyeing him as he parks at the curb. She waves her hand back and forth, "Yeah yeah," she mutters, "Don't worry," she adds, "I bet nobody trashes Batman's bike," she comments. She then glances from Nightwing to the bike itself, looking it over, "How many horses?" she wonders.
- Nightwing has posed:
A hand flares to the side as he shakes his head, "I don't know. A lot?" The vigilante's lip curls wryly, clearly it's not his bike. But then again if so whose is it? Chances are she won't look too close. But he slips to the side and gives her the keys with a flip of one hand. "No it's not boosted, but try not to wreck it, belongs to a friend."
That said he rests his hands on his hips and tilts his head at her. He's seen her angry before, in a mood, and usually when that happens... well jaws tend to get broken. "You sure you should be runnin' around with that much of a mad on?" He cocks his head to the side as he eyes her, "I mean, might be rough for whomever you meet up with."
- Ravager has posed:
"Can't believe you don't know how many horses," Rose mutters and then catches the keys, eyeing them subjectively, "Real keys huh?" she wonders about the old-school bike and the digital wonders she's always dreamed of. As Nightwing gets all paranoid and judgmental AGAIN, Rose says, "What?! What are you talkin about??" she lets out and then pauses, saying in a purposefully quiet way, "I'm fine. It doesn't effect me. I have a mechanic. It doesn't effect me," she says. She reaches one of the handlebars and glances down at the some of the displays.
- Nightwing has posed:
It is, curiously enough, a recently built bike. But it's a dumb bike. No computers, no readouts, not even an LED display. All gauges, all normal, as if whomever made it didn't want any possibility of tracking it beyond perhaps thermograph or the like. But she might not care about any of that. "Sure sure. You manage to do your thing today without tearing off someone's head, come back in the early evening, we'll go a few rounds and work out some of those anger issues. Alright?"
That said he smirks and starts to take a few steps backwards, hands in his pockets. "Anything else I can get you? Maybe a mushroom pizza? Some coffee?" His lip curls wry.
- Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson taps the gauge with her finger, like she's judging it or something, having a little smirk and chuckle about Nightwing's evaluation of her issues, "What the ****? I'm fine. Really," she promises. She straightens up again as Nightwing steps the hell out of the way and prepares to jump on the bike, "What? No not pizza---Coffee?" she wonders, "You don't have coffee. Where do you get your coffee?" she wonders.
- Nightwing has posed:
"Wherever," Nightwing offers, and then cements any suspicion she might have about his insanity as he tells her, "Coffee's coffee." As if they were all the same thing, the uncivilized mad man. But he shakes his head, "Take it, go crazy. I'll go make my own way back. But seriously, you start to pound somoene's face take a sec and count to ten. Promise me."
That said he'll fold his arms and await her departure, tossing her the helmet as well since she'll probably need it. "I'll text you later and we'll put together a meet. Alright? Alright. Now beat it."
- Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson hops on the bike and then looks up at Nightwing again, "We're not gettin coffee then? You're one big tease," she tells him, then nods her head like she's having flashbacks being his student again and adds, "Uh huh. Okay," she mutters, "What? Yeah, it's no problem. Geez. Stop worryin. I'm not twelve," she adds. She then pauses and listens to what he says next, replying, "Kay, I'll leave my phone on."
- Nightwing has posed:
That said he steps back and waves her off even as he turns to the side and starts to take a few quick steps down the sidewalk, making his way off and towards the alley. She gets the bike, he gets the rooftop express. Might as well get some work done while he's awake. But he stops for a moment glancing after her as she rolls off with the bike roaring. A smirk is given, but then he's gone.