3620/What a Night

What a Night
Date of Scene:	09 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Redstar, Red Hood

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Redstar has posed:
The night is still warm within their little beach bubble. The ocean crashes and thrashes at the shore as Starr watches. The two teens had finished their rebellious romping and their clothes were already dry, courtesy of the winged one. Those wings are curved around them both now, still blocking them from direct view, as they just exist in the moment. "No one has ever called me beautiful before," She says suddenly into the comfortable silence.
    Those red eyes turn from surf to Jason himself. There is a different kind of assessment in them now. She doesn't really look him all over, but meets his gaze. "I think I like it," She admits and then smiles. It almost has a hint of shyness to it, but ducking her hair makes that auburn red hair hide her face from him.

Red Hood has posed:
Jason is sitting up on the blanket beside her, staring out at the waves. Beyond the bubble of heat she creates it is a freezing cold night. He is dressed in a pair of battered jeans, and nothing else. He glances to his shoulder to briefly check the bandage that hides the recent bulletwound. He growls softly to himself as he checks it and makes sure everything is fine. He glances at her when she says that, and then turns his attention back to his wound.

"You're beautiful," he states again, as if to make sure she knows it. His tone is gruff, but not rude. It's just his standard tone. The youth looks back to her. "You live near here, I take it?"

Redstar has posed:
Starr chuckles from behind the screen of wavy red hair. "Yes, in a sense. I'm crashing at someone else's place while I try and figure shit out. And I got a lot of shit," She says with a sigh, tossing the hair back over a shoulder. His appraisal of the wound raises a brow and she turns to lean in and look. "I..." She pauses and frowns for just a brief moment before she instead smirks. "I know first aid and wound care. Sh-...Wanted to be a doctor," A snort of dismissal and a slight shake of her head.
     The compliment is taken and stored away as her fingers, fever-warm, trail across his chest to the edge of the pulled back bandage. "You didn't hurt yourself more, did you?" She asks and there is some genuine concern in her voice. If it wasn't dark out he might be able to tell she is blushing at something. What he can tell is she is trying to focus intently on the wound, but it is like something he cannot see or hear is distracting her.

Red Hood has posed:
He nods a bit to that. "I get having a lot of shit to deal with, trust me on that. My family is well-known for their issues." He glances back at the wound and shakes his head. "I know how to tend to a wound. It's fine. I'll need to clean it out again before I go to sleep, is all. I should probably be getting back to Gotham before I do that, though." He doesn't seem to be in a rush to get up and leave, though.

He smirks and shakes his head when she asks if he hurt himself more. "No. I didn't."

Redstar has posed:
"Well...good. I...Sorry," Starr says in that same distracted tone as she sits back on the beach blanket, putting a hand to her head and frowning. "Family sucks," She manages to get out before placing the heels of her hands against her eyes. Her face, what can be seen, is pinched as if in pain or concentration. "Give me a minute...shit!" She says haltingly before going still and quiet. Her wings sag behind them and it begins to grow cooler slowly. The wind has more bite as it rushes through regularly. But she doesn't even shiver or notice.
    It is as if she has checked out. Her face melts from concentration to blank and her hands fall to her knees. Jason can see her eyes changing, flickering back and forth between shadowy red to almost see-through blue ice and back again.

Red Hood has posed:
"Family can suck. They can also be a safety net, though. Mine...gets on my nerves, but..." He shrugs his good shoulder and leaves it at that, not going into detail about the Bat Family. He furrows his brow as he watches her. "Uh, you okay?," he asks. He glances about as the air grows cooler, and he tugs his shirt back on, soon followed by the warm flannel, and the jacket over that.

Redstar has posed:
Starr doesn't move and doesn't respond, staring at a space in front of her. The nip of winter returns quickly, sweeping away the last of the heat as Starr remains a statue. What Jason cannot see is the battle of wills going on in her mind. The only sign is the flickering eyes and then she gasps and her head rocks up.
    When her eyes turn to him they are pale, pale blue. "Hi," She says softly and in a demeanor totally changed. She looks down at her hands and bites her lower lip, obviously uncertain what to do in this now-awkward moment.

Red Hood has posed:
He stares at her for a long moment. She isn't his first brush with 'weird'. When her demeanor changes, along with her eyes, he quickly has an idea of what might be going on. "Well, hey..." He trails off and glances down at himself, and then back at her. He tugs his socks on to keep his feet warm in the new cold. "We haven't met, have we?"

Redstar has posed:
Vicky continues to bite her lower lip, frowning a little, and at first she can only nod. Then she takes a breath and says, "Yeah...I mean, not really no." She looks down at her hands and then back. "I'm Victoria...but you can call me Vicky!" She adds with a little more energy than is probably needed. "Oh man," She chuckles and puts her face in her faces and draws her knees up to her chest. "This was a stupid idea. But I couldn't just...after all that...and it seemed..." She babbles not making a lot of sense. Then she drops her hands and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. This hasn't ever happened to me before and I figured you should know that, you know, it isn't just Starr in here. I see everything and feel...everything she does when she is in control," She gestures to her head, but also to her entire body and blushes brightly, not quite meeting Jason's gaze just yet.

Red Hood has posed:
He nods slowly as he takes it all in. "Aaaaaah, I see. Some kind of possession, then? Huh." Jason takes it all in stride openly, while his mind is going a million miles a minute to piece it all together and figure out what he is going to do. "Interesting. Well, hey there, Vicky. Jason here." When she gestures to show what she means about feeling everything, he clears his throat.

"You don't really fit in anywhere, do you? Not an insult, just a fact. I know what that's like. Being a bit of an outcast." He cocks his head to the side, watching her in a different way, now. "You ever think about using your abilities to help folks?"

Redstar has posed:
Vicky bites her lower lip again and shrugs one shoulder. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Just that I am -not- crazy," She says with great vehemence. "I know your name. I know you...Hi," She replies in a soft and sweet voice. Different to the deeper and more sultry tones of Starr, yet still the same voice.
    The comment about fitting in makes her smirk and nod n easy aggreement. "No. Not for a long time," She agrees. Then glances up at him in surprise at his question, searching his face to see if he is joking. "I...no. No I haven't. My abilities scare me, if I'm being honest." There is blunt honesty in that statement and a flash of pain in her eyes. "I've never thought of myself as any kind of hero...I don't even know what all I can do. I can make here or you colder than you'd ever imagine. I can make liquid nitrogen by freezing the air...but I don't see how that could help anyone. All that is going to do is hurt people..."

Red Hood has posed:
"I never thought you were crazy," he states simply. He sits back a bit, watching her idly as they talk on the frigid beach. He brings his hands to his mouth and blows into them. "Sometimes to save some people, you have to hurt other people. How do you think I got this wound? It's what I do for a living. If you want to stop crashing on a couch and start earning a keep, I can teach you."

Redstar has posed:
Vicky becomes quiet and considers Jason, her eyes going to the bandaged wound, and back again. She opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again. A cold winter wind blows across the area and she doesn't even shiver, but she does note his own cold. "Can we maybe...go back to where I'm staying? The owner has the apartment up here, but doesn't actually live there. So...it's all to myself mostly. And nice too," She pauses and then seems to get an idea that makes her grin. "Have you ever flown?"

Red Hood has posed:
"Sure, we can go back there. I need to get home eventually, though." He rises to his feet with a grunt, and he glances up and down the beach. He glances back down at her and considers her question about flying. "Not exactly, no." He settles his baseball cap back onto his head. "I've glided quite a bit, but never flown."

Redstar has posed:
Vicky stands and picks up the backpack from the blanket. Then proceeds to fold the blanket and tuck it into the bag. "Well...the quickest and easiest way is if I fly us. Think you can hold onto my neck if I hold on to you?" She asks. The shyness is quickly fading away. Her smile has turned warm and she isn't avoiding his gaze or looking at him more than sideways. Always a good step. "It's only a few minutes on the wing. Those wings are spread to their full 20 foot span and she begins to gently fan then, churning up sand at their feet. The backpack turns out to also act like a messenger bag and she slings it over her neck and shoulder. Then after a heartbeat or two she holds her arms out to him, a cute little shy and hopeful smile popping into place again.

Red Hood has posed:
He hesitates for a good moment. He eventually moves towards her and nods. If she drops him he has a grapple gun hidden in his coat, anyways. Just in case. He slips into her open arms, his chiseled form against her, as his strong arms wrap about her. "Alright. Now, don't drop me. I don't need to add broken bones to the bullet wound. I'd rather it not be one of -those- kinds of days."

Redstar has posed:
Their faces are close to each other and he can see the faint blush on her pale skin at this distance. "I won't drop you. There is one thing I actually like about all this. Flying," She says with a certain amount of pride. "Ready?" She asks as her wings begin to give them bouncy lift upwards. The sound is like the sails of a ship in wind. In a minute they are slowly climbing with her arms wrapped securely around him. She is focused on the sky above them and the crescent moon giving them a little light.
    It is cold in the sky. Very cold and the wind doesn't help. Yet she is warm to the touch despite this and the shared body heat means he isn't going to freeze on the way to the apartment. They keep climbing higher until they are some twenty stories high and then her wings stop beating and spread out. She dives suddenly, arms hugging him tight, glancing at his face as she gains momentum from the dive. Out over the sea and towards Lady Liberty they soar like eagles. When the wind rips away his cap she turns very quickly and dives after it. With a little bit of dipping and turning she manages to get to a point where either one of them can reach out and grab it. Her right arm tightens about him as she prepares to snatch it from the wind.

Red Hood has posed:
He nods to her question about being ready, and then tightens his grip on her...just in case. He stays silent through the flight. He glances out now and again, admiring the incredible view, as the cold wind whips at his face. He frowns when his hat is ripped off, but soon she is diving after it. Once she reaches out for it, he does as well, in case she misses it. One hand grips her tightly as he reaches out with his other. He is in peak human condition, from his strength to his speed and agility, and it shows.

Redstar has posed:
Both their hands clasp it and she glances down at him with a grin. Then she pulls it back and tucks it down between them, nestled between their chests and safe from the wind. "Sorry," She shouts over the wind and banks again back towards Manhattan. She circles the Statue of Liberty once to let him admire it from this unusual view and then breaks off towards the direction of queens. It really does only take about ten minutes of flight and she doesn't seem to get tired or bothered by carrying him.
    The high rise apartments are navigated with ease. And suddenly the flight begins to slow and she begins to angle carefully for one building. Again the sound of canvas snapping in the wind can be heard as those massive wings beat and guide them safely onto a private balcony some twenty stories up. Safe and sound she pulls the hat from where it has wedged more against her chest than his, and places it atop his head. She runs a finger around the rim and then steps to the sliding door, pulling it open. "Warm," And she gestures inside.