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[redlyreflecting]

WHO: OPEN
WHAT: unauthorized vigilantism... sort of
WHERE: around Manhattan
WHEN: evening
WARNINGS: nope
SUMMARY: Talon!Tim needs money. Time to roll some drug dealers! GET A JOB WHAT'S THAT.

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edited becase I hit enter too soon argh

[iam_ironmaiden]

If he listens very very carefully he'll hear the click-clack of heels on the pavement and the dull sound of music being played much too loud on someone's headphones. How Toni Stark is not deaf from listening to swing music at those volumes on earbuds is unfathomable, really.

She's been taking her time better the lay of the land, scoping out businesses and trying to get an idea of what the economy here is like. She wants to get home but to get home she needs technology and to get technology she needs money and to get and keep money she needs to know where to invest it once she has some starting funds. A day of reasearch in the library pretty much went down the tubes in her opinion now she's headed home.

She paused just before the mouth of and alley to switch between songs, looking around in the fading light to get her bearings and... oh, hey, there was someone who might know.

"Hey! You! Do you know what time it is?"

[redlyreflecting]

Somebody was coming, so Tim removed the muffler and shoved it in his pocket, replacing the hat at a stupid angle and grabbing a bottle in a paper bag off the ground. Not the most ideal cover for 'why the fuck are you hanging around in an alleyway', but maybe they'd pass him by.

—No such luck. He checked the watch he'd taken off the dealer. It was a little big for his wrist and he steadied it with his other hand to keep it from slipping around, deliberately fumbling with the bottle.

"7:34," he answered after a moment of apparently drunken struggling with the numbers, then turned a sheepish smile on the woman.

and I fail at remembering what tags i owe. school diaf argh I'm sorry!

[iam_ironmaiden]

Toni eyed the man curiously, something in her gut pinging off 'this is not right'.

"Funny. It looks like a drunk, and it talks like a drunk." she took a step closer to him. "Doesn't smell like a drunk though..."

/NEVER FORGIVES

[redlyreflecting]

"Isn't that really just a point in my favor?" Tim asked winningly, flashing his best for-the-teacher-and-or-best-friend's-mother smile.

Now that she was closer he could recognize her as Natasha Stark ('Toni'), from the archives of the network. This was good, or bad. It just depended how it played through.

/CRIES SELF TO SLEEP AT NIGHT ALWAYS

[iam_ironmaiden]

"You from around here?" she raises one brow a little higher, looking around briefly at the city by way of gesture.

:3

[redlyreflecting]

Sooner or later, she was going to run into him at the Bins, or run into the other Tim. Even if she didn't, 'Alvin' might one day post a video on the network and it'd be all downhill from there. Without looking, he tossed the bottle-in-a-sack back over his shoulder and into the dumpster.

"No, I'm like you. You asked me for information, actually." Tim offered Toni his hand. "My name's Tom."

<3

[iam_ironmaiden]

"So you were the one I gave the Encryptions to."

Somehow that makes her feel a little better, like he's on her side somehow. She takes his hand, shakes it firmly, business like and solid as always.

"Toni. How has the code been working out?"

<3!

[redlyreflecting]

"Great, thanks." He smiles, sure she's not going to let him off the hook about playing drunk, but intent on trying to delay that moment anyway. "One thing I was wondering about—" 'Tom' tilts his head a little and smirks playfully. "— if they're your encryptions, can you read what I'm saying?"