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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.]
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Whatever her thoughts on the matter, they hadn't interfered with her mission tonight - infiltrate and take down the humans meeting before whatever they were planning had a chance to come to fruition. It had gone mostly without a hitch and there were now six bodies in the ground, either restrained or unconscious but generally not in a position to get up and cause any more problems. She casts one last glance around the visible perimeter before reaching for her device to call the op in for clean-up.
Philip would be happy to have some new 'volunteers'.
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He's met Natasha before, every now and then. He isn't about to underestimate her, but sometimes he questions just how committed to her cause she really is, which might work in his favour here. Not a lot of people stood even a chance of sneaking up on her, but at least he's managed that, even if he's still in quite some distance. He could have come closer, but he's under no illusion of how long he could really be unnoticed by her.
So he doesn't bother and simply hopes that the icicle he's thrown will hit.
"All alone this time of night?" Leonard leans against the corner, which also means he could duck behind it should he have to.
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"Anyone who thinks I'm an easy mark to take advantage of because I'm alone at night is someone I'd enjoy meeting. And enlightening to the error of their ways."
She has another means of communication in her vehicle, so she can still call this op in, but she needs to deal with the new problem at hand first.
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"Touchy, touchy. I didn't mean you were an easy mark." He smiles, because well. "Or an easy anything. I'm just wondering if you've nothing better to do than being here all alone."
Luckily he's here now to keep her company. "So what's all this about?"
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She holds up the file she has grasped in her off hand, the other keeping the pistol aimed at him for the time being. She's comfortable with it; she really doesn't care at the moment if he is or not.
"Our friends here were planning a little excitement for an office building across town. Unfortunately that's going to make a lot of people very unhappy with them. I'm intervening before they can get themselves into worse trouble."
She's a helper like that.
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Leonard doesn't want to let these poor bastards fall into the hands of what he's suspecting this might lead to. She's only one person, he might be able to strike a deal. Worth a try at least.
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"We all need to broaden our horizons. Imagine you changing your style up. Maybe not just following someone's orders. What would that be like?"
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"I follow my own orders, but it's cute that you think I'm so easily bossed around." Her tone says she doesn't think it's all that cute at all. "My style is as changeable as I need it to be. Tonight it's to stop people from killing innocents and make sure they don't get a second chance. So, Snart. How are you going to play this? Walk away and preserve your very nice wardrobe or are we going to have to settle this other ways?"
There's nothing in her posture that hints if she'd prefer one way or the other. She's calm, relaxed, watchful. Her gun is still aimed at him, steady and focused, but her manner is otherwise non-threatening. Patient, to see what he will choose, and ready to deal with whatever that choice happens to be.
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"I'd prefer if we both just walk away. I'll even hold the door for you and nobody's wardrobe will need to be damaged."
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One moment Natasha is standing in the center of the room, gun aimed unwaveringly at her target. The next? She simply vanishes from sight, as if she hadn't been there at all.
"Does giving a lady the cold shoulder like this usually go your way, Snart?" her voice comes from another direction a moment later. it's not mocking, exactly, but there's a more noticeable note of sarcasm in her tone now, an almost anticipatory humor as she prowls the warehouse, stealthed and looking for her best advantage.
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She doesn't keep him waiting, doesn't give him time to form more of a defense than he already has. An iron pipe comes swinging out of the darkness, aimed directly at the back of his head. One doesn't pierce packed ice, after all.
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He moves his hand, releasing a flurry of snowflakes that starts to circle them, making it difficult to see. "Am I curing your homesickness?"
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Her voice comes from a safe distance again, still moving, constantly moving, because that's part of the strength of her stealth skills, one she uses to her advantage. You never know which direction she will come at you next, only that she will, until she's finished with you. Although her voice comes suspiciously close to where her bound and unconscious captives are currently scattered.
"Are you projecting, Snart? Not happy here?"