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entrancelogs2016-08-07 03:32 pm
catchacold) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-07 03:32 pm
[open] you're as cold as ice -- you're willing to sacrifice
Who: Leonard Snart and YOU. Also, plot for closed starters by commenting to my plotting comment or hitting me up at ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: PG-13? I guess? I'll update if anything bad happens.
Summary: Len has ice powers and is, on the one hand, a thief and generally not so savoury character. On the other hand, he's in favour of free will and equal chances, so somehow he ends up actually being pro-human. He's not sure how he ended up a good guy either.
Will match format, brackets or prose, all good.
1. He's out on the street for reasons known only to himself. Maybe it has something to do with the bank nearby or maybe that man in the expensive suit who passes Leonard and who realises about an hour later that his wallet is missing.
Maybe it's because that place on the corner, where Leonard pays with money from said wallet, has such excellent ice cream. Maybe he's waiting to meet someone, like a hot date or that police woman that'd do better not to be seen with him. Or maybe it is just for some good, old-fashioned fun, like creating a snowball in his palm and holding it as he considers where to throw it.
Feel free to interrupt him at any point.
2. Home sweet home. Only Leonard's current residence is literally inside an abandoned warehouse and as such it's not overly cosy, nor the best suited to keep any unwanted or even wanted visitors waiting.
Of course, unless somebody knows he lives here, they might not bother coming in. It certainly doesn't look very lived in, until one comes to one of the backrooms, which has the couch he's currently reclining on, reading a magazine with his feet propped up on the backrest.
The room is also cold. Not quite below zero, but if someone's breath runs hot, it would be visible. Leonard's breath can't be seen, but there are faint ice crystals forming under his fingertips.
3. [ooc: Throw up your own thing, feel free to plot with me before as mentioned up on top or let's just jump right in.]
Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: PG-13? I guess? I'll update if anything bad happens.
Summary: Len has ice powers and is, on the one hand, a thief and generally not so savoury character. On the other hand, he's in favour of free will and equal chances, so somehow he ends up actually being pro-human. He's not sure how he ended up a good guy either.
Will match format, brackets or prose, all good.
1. He's out on the street for reasons known only to himself. Maybe it has something to do with the bank nearby or maybe that man in the expensive suit who passes Leonard and who realises about an hour later that his wallet is missing.
Maybe it's because that place on the corner, where Leonard pays with money from said wallet, has such excellent ice cream. Maybe he's waiting to meet someone, like a hot date or that police woman that'd do better not to be seen with him. Or maybe it is just for some good, old-fashioned fun, like creating a snowball in his palm and holding it as he considers where to throw it.
Feel free to interrupt him at any point.
2. Home sweet home. Only Leonard's current residence is literally inside an abandoned warehouse and as such it's not overly cosy, nor the best suited to keep any unwanted or even wanted visitors waiting.
Of course, unless somebody knows he lives here, they might not bother coming in. It certainly doesn't look very lived in, until one comes to one of the backrooms, which has the couch he's currently reclining on, reading a magazine with his feet propped up on the backrest.
The room is also cold. Not quite below zero, but if someone's breath runs hot, it would be visible. Leonard's breath can't be seen, but there are faint ice crystals forming under his fingertips.
3. [ooc: Throw up your own thing, feel free to plot with me before as mentioned up on top or let's just jump right in.]
2.) Blood smuggling trade
[The grating voice precedes the blonde's appearance in the entryway, but its hardly an unfamiliar one. While their business deals usually didn't take place in such a 'cozy' location, Bill was a hard person to forget.
His teeth chatter and its amazing- likely due to this being this vessel's first time experiencing such temperatures; not that Bill would have any conscious idea about that. Whether Leonard knew or might object to a human just waltzing into his living space. Bill doesn't much care. He lets himself in, waving a small vial no bigger than a glow stick, pressed neatly against his palm.]
“Got a new SHIPMENT-- HOT OFF THE PRESS--!”
[Hey, at least hes not stealing kidneys-- there would be no market for those! His mouth curves into a mischievous smile]
“Think you could make it COLD off the press?”
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Whether that has hit or not, Len has gotten to his feet, his face clearly unimpressed. Since Billy would undoubtedly talk again, even if he'd hit him - he could just claw the ice off after all - he doesn't waste any time before getting a word in himself.]
You know, when I told you to text first, it wasn't just so you wouldn't catch me in my underwear. You realise I'm not always alone here?
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One thing the smuggler did have enough forethought to do is rotate the vial in his hand to avoid smashing it; blood can be such a messy clean up. He will at least have the decency to drop down to an 'inside' voice. The ice comes off.]
"Nice Digs."
[He take a few steps in closer, testing the waters.]
"Phones can be compromised. Had to be ditched. I know of ONE too many TECHNOPATHS and the BRIGADE of HUMANITY's WELLFARE has been getting way too handy with their volunteers."
[The latest propaganda messages have been making the future look far too grim, Bill would be scared if he even knew how. He holds his hand out so Len can inspect the merchandise. See? All in order.]
"You were today. I do my homework, pal."
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[Leonard takes a look at the vial, frowning. He takes the news of the phone having to be ditched in stride. It's not surprising, given the state of affairs. Things are going to escalate sooner or later.]
Whose blood is it?
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[The warning, however, is duly noted.]
"Ah, ah- that's Doctor-Patient Confidentiality for ya, Len!"
[But before he gets hit again--]
"WILLfully given and PROPERLY compensated patrons, I assure you."
[It would be far too risky to do any thieving in the current economy. Bill has a few sources, though they don't always come cheap.]
"Good stuff. Scramble a bit of the DNA and it should read up as a couple different results. Keeps em guessin'."
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[Especially now, because the recruitment pressure is on.
Len doesn't bother holding the vial, instead he just holds his hand under Bill's and closes his eyes for a moment, focusing on temperature. When the liquid seems just right, he looks at Bill again.]
Should be safe for now. Hand it over.
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After that it's business as usual with Leonard being handed each sample before Bill focuses on readying the prepared vials into all assortments of packaging.
The human pulls up a chair and grabbing a fork off the table, dislodges his own prosthetic eye to slip one inside. Something tells him he'll need it soon. He blinks with discomfort, trying to get used to the feeling before getting back to his task.]
"See you're a fan of the more minimalist style of living, eh?"
[Most mutants tended to flaunt their higher status with luxurious estates; a small freezing room in the back of a warehouse is hardly what one would consider ostentatious.]
"Lap of luxury ain't your thing?"
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He pulls a slight face at what Bill is doing, but he's seen the show and doesn't really react much. At the questions he shrugs and looks around.]
Getting things is fun. That's a challenge, if you do it right. I never got much out of owning things.
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"Words to live by."
[He finishes adjusting the eye in it's socket before the patch goes back on. He turns to shoot the other a wry grin.]
"That's what I like about ya, Len. You don't let yourself be RULED by SOCIETY. The rest of those people out there all fit NEATLY in the COOKIE CUTTER MOLD; unaware that they're ENSLAVING THEMSELVES to the same subjugation they're delivering, by working 9-5 jobs to make some RICH group RICHER.
Anti-human; Pro-human; sympathizer; loyalist; it's all the same. You don't need a label. SMART is what you are."
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Sure. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to work a straight job. Don't get any delusions about my role. Or yours, for that matter. Ain't nothing noble about what we do.
[That said he leans back, indicating the blood phials with a nod.] Are all of those spoken for?
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and terrible name jokes.He holds a vial up to the light, turning it over in his hand.]"Hey, I said SMART, I never said GOOD. Don't worry Len, I gave up thinking I was a decent person a long time ago."
[He pauses, before pushing a small container of a dozen closer to the man.]
"Not all. You want an extra cut?"
[The question is, what does he intend to use them for?]
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If you can spare a couple.
[Leonard inspects the dozen vials, holding his hand out over the case to drop the temperature a little. Not too much, he doubts frozen blood ever does anyone any good.]
Might come in handy.
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[Bill's expression switches to something unreadable. Far be it for him to care what Leonard does, but he's stepped into danger one too many times this week and Bill is no fool. An anti-human terrorist group came for him at his own hideout. He had to burn the entire place down and then some to rid himself of all incriminating documents they might have found.
If they could find his house, they could find his business, if they could find his business they could find Snart. And if Snart could be bought...
But it doesn't fit Len's attitude. For all that Bill failed to fit in with humanity or mutants, he did display for a talent for understanding the psyche. Leonard didn't care for wealth in that fashion; not when this current method was suitable to his needs. It certainly didn't match the profile of a man who threw ice at his face for potentially endangering them.]
"It'll cost you~"
[Which isn't new to hear from Bill in the slightest. He is nothing if not a haggler, even when he doesn't intend to profit from the exchange. The argument is more of a parting pleasantry. He hefts a briefcase with Snart's payment onto the table.]
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[Not exactly shocking and Leonard considers going the mutant way and just threatening Bill, for old time's sake. The cold ray comes out of his hand and heads straight to the ceiling and within seconds there are icicles growing down. Very sharp and pointy and directly above Bill.]
How about I just don't pierce you?
[He's smiling now. Ah, this stuff is still fun. He tightens his outstretched hand to a fist and several of the icicles come loose, but instead of a blood impact, they explode into beautiful snowflakes some inches above them, slowly sailing down.]
Just joking. How much?
[But is he entirely joking? There are still some icicles left and they might not fall as softly as the single snowflake that lands so gently on Leonard's icicle, not bothering to melt. He's cold enough.]