4005/Keep them Flying
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| Keep them Flying | |
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| Date of Scene: | 03 March 2018 |
| Location: | Dive Bar in the Carolinas |
| Synopsis: | Flyboy of a different Ilk Kyle Rayner is hustling for Freelance work and meets up with Zinda Blake and explains her significance to art history, and how she perfectly matches up with the mathematical definition of beauty. |
| Cast of Characters: | Lady Blackhawk, Green Lantern (Rayner)
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- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Even after the fall of the Rising Tide, it's taking a little while for commerce to get back to normal. And that means the ad hoc air force pulled together by Blackhawk Industries is still flying. Zinda contacted everyone she knew who could navigate by map and compass and who owned an analog cargo plane (including herself), and they've managed to keep critical medical supplies flowing.
It's after dark, which means Zinda's C-46 won't be unloaded until morning. She is... she doesn't know exactly WHERE she is, actually. Other than in a bar, of course. It's pretty, it's coastal, and it's temperate. If she were to guess, she's somewhere between Virginia and Delaware.
The blonde is dressed in khakis and wearing a leather pilot's jacket (with the Blackhawk logo) over a white turtleneck. Long hair is pulled back into a bun, and aviators are perched atop her head. She is 'holding court' at the bar, beer in one hand while she gestures with the other.
- Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
It's a different sort of flyboy who makes his way in. His backpack is slung over his left shoulder. He actually took a hotel room, but he could not sleep. This Green Lantern just handled a bit of piracy about 40 lightyears over, and after he beats up space pirates, Kyle Rayner has a drink. Blowing a hole in a star ship causes casualties, and he wants to forget a little. Space is harsh, and he tries to have a low casualty rating, but the fact of the matter is that they had some heavy duty support.
Where the hell the guy with the red ring came from, he doesn't know. Regardless, Kyle won. But a beer would really go a long way in helping him forget.
Despite himself, Kyle looks about the bar. His eyes are drawn to the blackhawk logo, then he stares at the features of the blond for a long moment as he leans against the bar. "Boiler maker." He tells the bartender. He takes a shot; Hal said to get his ass back out there after all. And, let's be honest? Green Lanterns rarely lack ego. "And whatever the lady is drinking. Tell her though, and it's important you get it right. You tell her, Keep'em flying."
So, a few minutes later, some guy has bought Zinda a drink. How original? The message is delivered though.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda is right in the middle of a story when another beer arrives. No surprise, right? She starts to glance over... nevermind she's in the middle of a dogfight over northern France... when the message is delivered as well.
"Excuse me, fellas." she drawls, picking up the beer and turning towards the bartender. The grumbling doesn't help. The bartender points to Kyle, and that's where she heads. Without so much as a word of introduction, she slides into a chair across from him. "Ain't very many people these days remember that motto." she offers. "You got a name?" The lady's had a couple already, but her hands are still steady and her eyes are clear.
- Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
A boilermaker is basically a whiskey in a beer. It is a very basic cocktail. He lifts his beer to her. "I came at it the other way." he admits. He holds out his right hand. "I'm Kyle Rayner. One of my dearest friends and mentors is a test pilot. So, I see this gorgeous pin up on the side of a plane. I start researching, not because I'm skeevy, but because I am an artist. Turns out, this gorgeous blond creature?" Kyle sips his drink. He tilts a brow. "She's a real woman. Zinda Blake. She was Women's Lib before there was a women's lib. Gun toting, bad ass pilot from the days where handling the stick was without digital assist, fly by wire, or anything other than hydraulics. She flew with these group of genuine war heroes, the Blackhawks. Legit guys who smashed in the faces of badguys. She vanished."
Kyle Rayner regards her. "The Blackhawks. Like the shipping company that was in the news. And if you ain't Zinda Blake, the toughest, and original pinup and badass, Lady Blackhawk?" Zinda shrugs, "I'm talking to her incredibly gorgeous great-granddaughter and I'm chatting you up the wrong way."
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda's blue eyes light up when he starts talking about the pinup, and she takes a swig of beer to try and conceal the wide smile. It fails, of course. The longer he talks the more she smiles, until at last she tilts his head. The smile is wistful, now, and she leans across the table to kiss his cheek.
"Sugah, you are talking to the gen-u-INE article, right here in the flesh. And if you wasn't already an artist Ah'd say y'all should run for office. That was one helluva nice opening line." Draining quite a bit more from her glass, she leans across the table and speaks a bit more softly. "Really did your homework, too. This jacket ain't a replica, and you're lookin' at the lady who has sole rights to the logo. Seein' as Ah'm the sole member of the squadron left, it's only fittin'."
Zinda looks thoughtful for a moment, then she raises her glass. "To absent friends."
- Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
There is this darkness that crosses his eyes. Maybe he was in the service, or something? He has this pause that really seems to indicate he feels it when he replies, "To absent friends. May they know peace." And he downs his boilermaker with a couple of long swallows. He wipes his mouth off on the back of his sleeve. "Another for the lady and me." He puts out a couple of bills to cover. He regards her for a moment. "Well then, sugar. Can I draw you? Tastefully." he stresses the last word. HIs accent is flat. Sounds like California. "And that isn't an opener. If I took a selfie with you and sent it to Hal he might shit himself." He says that with such confidence. His own grin is clearly him flirting, "And I'm not smooth. I'm not a flatterer. And normally? I'm not into blonds. As a rule, after one broke my heart." That darkness in his eyes is back. "I avoid them. In your case though, be prepared to be flattered. Artistically speaking? you're the perfect woman. Beauty has math. Proportions and ratios inform aesthetics. I spent 9 weeks staring at you, as you are the example of the golden ratio, and what my art teacher called 'perfection'." He pauses and finally, his gaze visibly roams over her once. "Sounds about right." He admits.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda arches a blonde brow at the request, and she regards the artist with a critical eye herself. "Nine whole weeks?" she asks, the slow grin returning. "Sugah, Ah ain't sure whether y'all just crossed the line from 'flattery' to... what was it you called it?... 'skeevy', but it takes a lot to spook -this- ol' gal."
Resting her chin on both hands, blue eyes narrow a touch and she nods. "See, a lotta guys would've stopped at the 'can I draw you', bit. You added 'tastefully'. And you ain'a a womanizer, neither. 'Cause Ah've known a few. So lemme tell you what..."
Zinda sits up straighter again, hands on the table. "Mah plane ain't gonna be ready until O-nine-hundred tomorrow. So Ah'm all yours until, say, O-eight-thirty. But you're buyin' breakfast."
- Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
"Is that enough time?" Kyle asks with a straight face. His brow arches just a little. He lets the question linger for a moment, to let her know he's serious. Their drinks arrive about then, saving her from having to answer just then.
After taking a long drink, Kyle assures her. "Professor stressed that if we could draw our women in our comic books to look like you, they would sell. He was serious about getting us jobs." He regards her, as if weighing her against the ghosts of the past. Alcohol and that sweater is swaying his opinion. "My hotel sucks, but its paid for." Something sticks in his car for a moment though, and he considers her seriously for a long, long moment.
His hand reaches for hers. He'll kiss the fingertips if she'll let him. He leans over, and directs her hand so something he wears around his neck. She'd have to be dead to not know what that ring means hanging around his neck. He just looks at her. "You were gonna see it anyways. You can turn around now, and while I will kick my own ass, at least this way you know I'm not a bad guy, and I'm a little bit of a straight shooter?" His green eyes regard her for a long moment. "I'll still want to draw you, and I want to send a selfie to my buddy. He might come unglued." His eyes don't have a smolder to them. He's not a womanizer. This guy just thinks she's gorgeous and he's heard she is a good guy. "It means I'm trouble, Miss Blake. It also means it might not be enough time." He's serious? He just tilts a brow.
- Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda lets him do whatever he wants with her hand; her attention is on his face right now. Then she touches the ring. The GREEN ring, with the lantern symbol on it. Yes, she knows alright. And she doesn't take her hand back.
Her voice softens and she hesitates only a little when she replies. "Ah didn't need to see that to know Ah'm right about you, Kyle. But Ah know what else that means. Means y'all are a soldier, in your own way, servin' a higher cause. Doin' the right thing so folks can be safe. Ah respect that."
Her hand draws back only a little, taking his own and giving it a squeeze. "Ah've dealt with trouble before, Kyle. It ain's bothered me yet. So let's find someplace where you can draw me an' take your selfie." The mischevious grin returns, the. "And if we run outta time, then Ah'll just hafta give you mah number so we can pick up another time."