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Completed OOC

Mar 20, 2009 03:45

WHO: Jan Valentine bitchin_beanie, "Jimmy Olsen"/Nightwing knightprodigy
WHAT: MMM DINNERTIME. Because Shadhavars are a little tricky to catch, and superheroes come a bit easier.
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Evening -- day after this thread.

( insert many cusswords here )

jan valentine, place - junkhouse ramen, Ω nightwing/dick grayson

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This. Will be. Epic knightprodigy March 21 2009, 13:17:31 UTC

Part of Dick hoped everything he'd heard and read about Jan Valentine would, in no-way be indicative of what their meeting would actually turn out to be. However, Dick wasn't stupid. Jan was a vampire and he knew in all likelihood that he had just offered himself up as this guy's next meal.

It was a bold move on Dick's behalf, one that he hadn't entirely planned. It had just sort of happened. And while he knew now was probably not the best time to get himself on anyone's menu, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't, in some way, curious (excited?) by their upcoming meeting. Save sparing with Batman, Cass and Tim he really hadn't been challenged in combat since his arrival.

Hopefully the two would tango long enough for Jan to grow irritated and break out his guns, if he hadn't already got them on him, but why should he feel the need to shoot 'Jimmy'? He'd basically said this was an a la carte dining experience, an all you can eat, quench your thirst buffet. 'Jimmy' wouldn't put up a fight. Not that Jimmy knew Jan intended on ( ... )

IT JUST MIGHT BE bitchin_beanie March 21 2009, 17:44:38 UTC

Jan probably should have heard Jimmy's approach. He wasn't exactly a high-class vampire, he'd known that even before Kasa had wiped the ground with his sorry ass, but he still had something over the average Joe. It was a testament to his distraction that he hadn't heard him. Or, hell, maybe this guy was just a sneaky bastard.

Those quick eyes darted over toward the door as it swung open, and for just an instant the dark face around them was blank. Without any warning, he hadn't had time to pick out the best act for Jimmy. His mind raced over the various possibilities, and by the time the coin in his hand was next flipped into the air, the blankness had been replaced by a decidedly toothy grin.

"'Bout fuckin' time!" Jan called back, heaving himself up from his seat and shoving both hands and their shiny toy into his pockets. The grin beneath the hat, the grin he'd picked out just for this occasion, could really only be called hungryThough he didn't let the expression falter, Jan did hesitate just slightly. He didn't see any pizza ( ... )

knightprodigy March 21 2009, 19:33:28 UTC

The hesitation. The blank expression, quickly masked though it was. All of it. Had Dick taken the vampire by surprise in some way? By actually showing up maybe?

He wasn't sure which look he preferred, the nonchalant one that said 'you're below me', or the toothy grin he was being treated to now that said 'grub's up'? Tough call.

"You know I quit that," mentally blanching, Dick played along, "why else would I be back?" He toyed with a smirk, letting it hang in the air for a moment before he clapped his hands together, his expression switching altogether into something more... neighborly. "Alright. What are we havin'?" He began his act as Jimmy Olsen; innocent victim. "Ramen's noodles, right?"

hmmm i just realized i ever-so-lightly misread that post :| IGNORE THAT bitchin_beanie March 21 2009, 19:59:59 UTC

Ramen had never come so close to breaking his heart.

Alright, maybe just the mention of ramen, and it wasn't heartbreak as much as the realization that dinner wouldn't be so easy after all. But everything was relative, or some shit like that.

He'd known it was too good to be true.

"Just the best motherfuckin' noodles!" he confirmed, general enthusiasm overshadowing, as usual, everything else. He spun on his heel and shoved his way back into the kitchen, leaving Olsen to pick one of the tables or stand awkwardly around or whatever the guy was into. Jan could still ramble loudly at him from behind the serving window, so it worked well enough for him.

"Bet you think I'm kidding about the scurvy," was the topic of choice, and it came accompanied by the banging of various kitchen utensils. Jan wasn't a complete asshole all the time, he could still give a guy a meal while he was deciding whether or not to take a chunk out of him after all. "But seriously, I saw this one bitch? I swear to fuck, her whole goddamn arm just peeled off. S ( ... )

knightprodigy March 21 2009, 21:50:22 UTC

Dick trusted Jan to not be lacing his food with anything that might make Jan's job a little easier. Possibly because anything Jan did put in Dick's food would inevitably end up in his blood system and therefore making Jan susceptible to any drugging too, and also, because Jan seemed the type that enjoyed a little fight from his victims.

So Dick settled himself at a table near the window, hopefully giving Robin a better idea of what was going on inside.

"I'm pretty sure that's leprosy, Jan." Dick pronounced his name correctly, using the German 'y' sound. "It's pretty contagious, maybe you should get yourself checked out." And then, because they both knew this was all BS - "Whatever you're having is fine."