WHO:
wantsapprentice and you!
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: July 24th.
WARNINGS: ...
SUMMARY: Slade takes a day to walk around the City and act like a normal human being. Tag yourselves in!
FORMAT: Paragraph to begin with, quicklog after!
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Was convincing the world he didn't exist. )
Hey, there was an idea. Combat the surreal juxtaposition of her life with caffeine.
"I have measured out my life in coffee spoons," she said to herself as she walked into a nearby coffee shop.
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As such, after a long day of walking the streets, it was relaxing to settle down with a cup of coffee and a paper. Thus he was when Elisa walked in, reading a particularly droll story when he caught the familiar voice and phrase. His mouth quirked, but he didn't look up, the words slipping out: "So how should I presume?"
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She felt as though she recognized the voice, and she searched around to see if she could identify the speaker. When her eyes landed on Slade, the sheepish grin and most of the blood drained from her face. It took her a moment to realize that yes, Slade was sitting there, reading the newspaper in jeans and a button-down shirt, looking for all the world like the most mundane, nondescript of coffee shop patrons.
Well, aside from the eyepatch.
Dammit, she did not want this. She had enough to worry about, and although she knew that Slade had likely done some seriously bad shit, they had no evidence of any crime, and had already arrested him for his previous ones. So she had to let him sit there, she knew it, he knew it, and she knew that he knew that she knew it.
Good lord, the man was going to be insufferable. She knew that she couldn't just let the moment slip by. "Well, at least you have good taste in
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"You'd be surprised by my tastes," was the measured reply. Looking up for the first time, he appraised her, gauging her body language and mood. "Busy day?"
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God, he was looking her over, and she knew she looked like crap. Errand day meant that she didn't have to prepare herself in the morning. Still, it was embarrassing to be caught by a... well, not an arch enemy, but perhaps a nemesis, in ripped pants and a baggy tee-shirt. She hadn't even bothered with brushing her hair, and had just tossed it into a ponytail. Ugh. Well, screw him.
"When isn't it? You look like you're enjoying a break, though."
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He sipped at his coffee, staring at her over the rim. "Conveniently."
It always helped the 'do-gooder' element to view their targets as less than human. Not that he didn't encourage the sentiment; it was just far too simple to view the world in black and white.
"For now."
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He gestured at the seat across from him. "Have a seat."
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... Seriously, what was she doing. Slade was dangerous, yes, but he was also incredibly incongruous today. It was a puzzle, and Elisa was itching to solve it. Maybe he really didn't have any other motivation aside from 'because I feel like it', but everything Slade did had multiple layers. So, after getting her coffee, she sat down across from him.
"Anything interesting in the paper?" God, the press had photos from the Joker's bombing already. What a nightmare.
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"The bombing." A self-explanatory comment, though his tone didn't indicate one way or another how he felt about it. He sipped at the coffee again, considering as he turned the page to a considerably smaller story. "More deaths due to gang warfare. A few other things," he added absently before closing it. "All very typical."
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And he had asked if her day had been busy.
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She sipped her coffee. Good, but not fantastic. So few places really served coffee the way she liked it. Ah well. "Maybe I should give up this life of fighting crime and act like a brainless idiot and be on television. I'd certainly get paid more."
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"And be unspeakably bored while you're at it."
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"What's stopping you?"
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