WHO: Hardball
evenharder and OPEN.
WHERE: A fast-food diner.
WHEN: Today at lunchtime, whatever.
WARNINGS: tba
SUMMARY: Roger got bored and decided to borrow some cash and get some junk food in his system.
FORMAT: Whichever ye prefer.
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god I have like zero imagination right now bear with me )
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That's what Alex was thinking about as he got into line to wait for lunch. He fiddled with the change in his pocket and the more annoyed he got thinking about it, the harder he fiddled. Eventually, one of the bills flopped over the top of his pocket and fell onto the floor.
"Excuse me, please," Alex said, out of habit, to the guy in front of him and bent over to pick it up.
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"Don't sweat it, man." Roger lifted his hand behind his shoulder for a quick moment before looking forward again. Somehow, thinking of his school days made him wonder why the guy behind him suddenly seemed familiar. The initial response to that was 'no way, he'd have to have traveled from another dimension like me' - but it suddenly wasn't such an unlikely thought anymore. He figured there was no harm in asking, so he turned half-way back with an arched eyebrow, loosely pointing his finger at Alex.
"Don't I know ya?"
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He considered himself to be a fairly observant person when it came to the people around him. Usually this disguised by the fact that he didn't care much about what he observed. But the details flowed into his head undaunted and stayed for a while, most of the time, ready to be retrieved if they ever did become useful. And now, Alex's brain was kicking up a memory of a video on the network one afternoon of a young man in a red mask whose voice sounded quite a bit like this one.
"I'm not sure if we have met formerly," he said, a smile playing in one corner of his mouth. He lifted both his hands up to his face and circled them around his eyes in a mock of a mask before letting them fall back to his sides. "But I believe I've seen you somewhere before."
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But screw it - he could do without the thing. The Initiative wasn't around, and neither was his family. As far as he knew? The only thing he had to worry about was whether this guy wanted to start trouble. His mouth curved into a lopsided not-quite-smile. "Oh, yeah - on the communicators, right?"
He looked back at the beginning of the line, checking if there had been any progress. Roger returned his attention to the stranger. "Did I talk t'you there, then?"
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