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tampered2013-06-09 05:48 am
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When; 5th June, 6pm
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Johanna Mason and Clint Barton
Summary;Clint Gramps promised to buy Johanna Mouthy dinner, so he's buying her dinner.
Log;
[ Growing lazy or not within the City and away from what he does out in the real world, Clint still turns up dead on six, as arranged, and seats himself at the perfect booth within the café; he makes sure his back is firmly against a wall where he's got a clear view of the door and can see both the room at large and beyond the large window. It's an old habit, one that's saved his life on more than one occasion, and sometimes habits are hard to break.
He doesn't really hold expectations, but if she happens to be late, well, he's not going to mind. He does hold off ordering, though, half of his attention scanning over the menu he already more or less knows by heart and the other half keeping an eye out. He's not seen Natasha around for a few days, so he wants to keep watch in case she wanders by while he's out, and with the army out in force ploughing down anyone who so much as looks funny it's safe to say he's on edge and watching out for anyone he knows in case they need back-up. ]
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Johanna Mason and Clint Barton
Summary;
Log;
[ Growing lazy or not within the City and away from what he does out in the real world, Clint still turns up dead on six, as arranged, and seats himself at the perfect booth within the café; he makes sure his back is firmly against a wall where he's got a clear view of the door and can see both the room at large and beyond the large window. It's an old habit, one that's saved his life on more than one occasion, and sometimes habits are hard to break.
He doesn't really hold expectations, but if she happens to be late, well, he's not going to mind. He does hold off ordering, though, half of his attention scanning over the menu he already more or less knows by heart and the other half keeping an eye out. He's not seen Natasha around for a few days, so he wants to keep watch in case she wanders by while he's out, and with the army out in force ploughing down anyone who so much as looks funny it's safe to say he's on edge and watching out for anyone he knows in case they need back-up. ]
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Johanna just rolled her eyes as she walked into the restaurant and waves at Clint, dropping the act she had put on for the guy.]
Hey Gramps! [She yells. So charming, right?]
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He smirks as he watches the guy practically tripping over himself to get a piece of her because he's pretty certain she's got the situation under control before she shakes him off.
With a snort of a laugh, Clint gets up and pulls out her chair - never say that he's not a gentleman when he chooses to be - and gestures her to get over here already. ] Making friends?
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Thanks. Didn't wait long?
[She looked around herself. He wasn't the only one that kept awareness of his surroundings. Johanna spotted the exits and any place or things she could use if needed. She moved her chair so her back was to the wall too. No way in hell was she going to have her back exposed.]
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He takes note of the way she shifts, subtle, but to him, far too aware of caution, he can't help spotting the signs of someone used to watching their back. ] Out of curiosity, how long've you been here?
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Do you have any suggestions?
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The fish isn't bad.
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[Truth was, Johanna had several places. She never stayed in one of them for long. She didn't trust this place at all. Every one of them had supplies and stuff. She did have a place where she worked, but it was far into the woods. She wasn't about to tell him any of that.]
Fish, huh? [That was the last meal she had in the arena, fish and anything else Finnick could catch. Lost of it too. It would remind her of the big idiot, so why not?]
Sounds good to me, I'll just ask for the catch of the day. [Putting the menu down, she looks at Clint.] What about you?
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Protein. [ He shrugs, knowing he's let himself go a little since arriving in the City over a year ago now, but he still works out, tries to keep his physique in tact as much as possible. ] And the sauce is pretty good.
[ Another glance at the menu and he decides that why not. ] Make it two for the fish.
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I know a guy that can catch anything in the sea, he's not here though. What about you? Is anyone anyone from your world here?
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Sipping the water the waitress poured. ] Yeah and no. [ He shrugs, because he's not particularly close to anyone. ] There's a few from my world, not all from the same timeline. And one from an alternate dimension of it.
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Say again? [Johanna has no other words because SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT DIMENSIONS ARE.]
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Well, if you know Steve, the guy's from my world, same time and place. And then there's Bucky, same world, but before my time. But Natasha? She looks like someone I know, she's got most of the same personality traits as the woman I know, but she's not her. [ He shrugs, because, well, he gets science-like things, but as far as technical terms go, he's not even going to try. ] Guess there's another world parallel to the one I'm from, but it's...different. Same people, places, but events, choices, all that differs in some places. [ He takes another sip of water, wondering when the last time he even spoke so much happened to be. ]
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Well you can get to know me, Gramps. You don't piss me the fuck off, which is pretty rare.
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[ Lifting the glass of water, he brings it to clink with hers, a smirk stretching his lips. ]
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The start of a fucking awesome friendship.
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[ And he could do with a few more of those. ]
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It's still the first day of this budding friendship and already I'm moving up the ladder. [ Leaning forward, elbow on the table with his chin resting on his chin in mock thought. ] Can't rush these things, kid.
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Might be dead tomorrow, Pops. Don't want to be too slow on the uptake.