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Gilbert Kinkaid Walker ([info]veryperceptive) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2011-02-09 19:13:00


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Entry tags:gk, npc - tim drake, zoe torres

Friendly Neighbor.
A new apartment on Union Ave. Intermittent part-time work at the theater downtown.

And every evening after supper, he throws on one of the specially-lined outfits he's specifically designated for Volunteer Work, paints his face, and makes his way down to the Triangle.

He still hasn't had cause to draw the blade; GK keeps dealing with people who just need to be hit with sticks. But he takes to bringing a bag along, in which to put the ammo and emptied guns he collects in these escapades.

One night he's got quite a few. "Great. What am I supposed to do with all this?"



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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 04:42 am UTC (link)
GK's heart is pounding as he follows him down -- and sticks the landing pretty well for being on somebody's chest, if he does say so himself. He rolls to the side and slams the stick into another scrambling figure's shins, figuring he should stay down until the smoke dissipates.

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[info]bloodred_robin
2011-02-10 04:53 am UTC (link)
The smoke rises and now visibility is down, but that doesn't hamper Red Robin as much as it would most men. He drops low and strikes at the knees of another man, landing an uppercut when he crouches in pain. A few gunshots ring out as people fire blindly.

The sirens are audible the moment the gunshots start.

"Pull out! Let's go!" one of the bikers yells, getting to his bike and gunning the engine.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 04:57 am UTC (link)
GK's head immediate turns to the bike that's starting. He's staying low, because oh god is he not getting up right now, but he quickly draws the blade, reaches, and slashes the tire.

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[info]bloodred_robin
2011-02-10 05:02 am UTC (link)
And that bike is suddenly going nowhere fast.

"What the hell?" the biker yells. He thinks he sees someone near his bike and pulls his gun to fire, but a disk knocks the gun aside and out of the thugs hand as he tries to shoot.

Red Robin turns and takes a punch to the face, but recovers and kicks another biker in the chest.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 05:12 am UTC (link)
Almost getting shot is always unsettling, and some of these people hit harder than anyone in his training, but GK's been getting a good amount of practice with the tussles in the Triangle lately.

He concentrates on trying to sweep feet out from under them, and on dodging their attempts against him whenever they notice him.

And on not getting sick when he realizes some of the things they Want.

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[info]bloodred_robin
2011-02-10 05:21 am UTC (link)
The biker who shot at him gets swept and falls down, but he tries anyway to lash out with a kick at Silver.

Red Robin manages to take down another biker when the squad cars arrive on the scene, sirens blaring. Detective Falconeri gets out of one of cars and draws his weapon.

"FREEZE!" he yells, and several of Star City's finest follow suit. The Sons of Discord, those still standing, realize what's happening and freeze in place.

Red Robin steps back from the criminals, looking around for Silver.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 05:26 am UTC (link)
The kick's hard to dodge completely from his position, but he manages make sure it's not his ribs, at least. So Sliver will be sitting on the ground, holding still himself -- because you do what police say, right? -- a little blood seeping through the outfit around his shin.

He catches sight of Red Robin. "Laundry's going to be really annoying."

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[info]bloodred_robin
2011-02-10 05:41 am UTC (link)
"Don't worry. I know a remedy for it." he says as the cops move in to start cuffing the bad guys and Mirandizing them. Red Robin walks over and extends a hand to Silver.

"Good job. You handled yourself well." he says, reaching into the folds of his cape.

He hands silver some gauze and a band-aid.

"Can you patch yourself up or do you need help?" he asks.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 05:49 am UTC (link)
"Thanks." He'll take the hand and get up.

The guy carries around bandages? GK should've thought of that. "I can handle it."

And then it hits him, looking at Red Robin.

Absolution.

GK's well-practiced dealing with these sudden pronouncements. He barely blinks. Barely. 'Cause that's kind of creepy.

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[info]bloodred_robin
2011-02-10 05:57 am UTC (link)
Red Robin notices the minute blink, but attributes it to the dim lighting of the area.

"Silver, this is Detective Falconeri." Red Robin says, pointing out the brown-haired Italian in his early thirties. Falconeri wears a brown leather jacket, a button down black-shirt and blue jeans with black boots. Silver can see a few golden chains around Faloneri's neck, under his shirt. His badge is suspended from a silver chain hanging outside of his clothes.

"Nice to meet you, Silver." Falconeri says, offering a hand to shake.

"You can turn over those other weapons you found to him." Red Robin says.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 06:05 am UTC (link)
"Nice to meet you, too," he says, shaking more firmly than his exquisitely manicured hands might generally indicate.

"Great! I can grab them in a minute. And, um, the evidence is all in order without any legal necessities from us, right?"

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[info]bloodred_robin
2011-02-10 06:09 am UTC (link)
Falconeri nods. "As far as I know, you two happened on the scene when we did. You can both go. And thanks for the assist." he says.

Red Robin fires a line and nods to Silver.

"Thanks for helping out. The Triangle could use more people like you willing to help." Red Robin says.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 06:17 am UTC (link)
"Great." No criminal anywhere knew or cared -- anymore at least; Uncle Jed's case was weird -- who the Walkers were, and it'd be nice to keep it that way.

Sliver nods. "You're very welcome. I hope to be seeing you around."

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[info]bloodred_robin
2011-02-10 06:22 am UTC (link)
"You will, Silver. Star City isn't that big of a place. Get in touch if you need anything." Red Robin says.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-10 07:39 pm UTC (link)
Sliver nods and waves, then finishes handling the bleeding and heads back upward himself -- a little less efficiently, to grab the bag and hand it over to the detective.

Once that's done, he can head home.

He bets himself ten bucks that whatever's up with Red Robin, he's got a girlfriend. Guys who carry themselves like that, with a body like that, do not stay single for long.

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[info]zoe_torres
2011-02-11 02:16 am UTC (link)
Six blocks away, a curious observer will toss a few pepples down from a rooftop. They hit the ground inches from his feet for several yards. Zoe didn't want to be seen at street level anywhere near the lights of police cruisers, but she didn't want to wait to hear what happened at the warehouse. If Blondie was out this way, he must know something.

It was the best reasoning she had at the moment.

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-11 02:21 am UTC (link)
Plucky though he is, GK is still new. He starts in slightly-limping surprise upon finding people dropped from roofs at his feet. Then he looks up. "Oh. Hi."

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[info]zoe_torres
2011-02-11 02:33 am UTC (link)
Z oe shook her head. In that get-up and limping along the street, the stranger was practically bait. He'd had some good moves dealing with Jakey, but she had no idea of what he could do limping. She had to do something in the interest of keeping borrowed trouble to a minimum..

"Get off the street," she called down in as quiet a voice as she could manage. "Around the corner to the alley. I'll meet you there."

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-11 02:40 am UTC (link)
Sliver detoured as indicated. The limp's not bad, just..noticeable.
"I'm fine," he says when he sees her there. "I'm on my way home."

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[info]zoe_torres
2011-02-11 02:50 am UTC (link)
She dropped down from an old fire escape ladder and brushed her hands off on her jeans. She appeared unarmed to casual observers. A sharper eye would see the outline of a knife sheath under her sleeve, and the slight bulge of a firearm at the small of her back when she turned to look for anybody out on the street.

Only then did she look at Blondie. "What are you doing out this way?"

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-11 02:54 am UTC (link)
"I was doing my usual hit-people-with-the-stick routine when I met the guy in red leather you mentioned. Isn't 'Sons of Discord' an awfully pretentious name for a motorcycle club?"

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[info]zoe_torres
2011-02-11 03:09 am UTC (link)
She cracked an unwilling smile. It was gone a second later.

"They watch too much TV. So the cops are taking them down. It's about time." Red Robin she passed over with a thought. He said he'd help and he did. Tomorrow was another day.

"You need a doc? Sticks don't impress them. They're not as reasonable as Jakey was. There's a guy in the Triangle who did his army time as a medic. He'll patch you up if he can and keep his mouth shut."

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-11 03:23 am UTC (link)
He nodded. "I was introduced to a Detective Falconieri. Nice guy, but a bit fond of the bling for a cop."

"Well, the stick made quite the impression on a few of them once things got going. Thanks, and I'll keep that in mind, but nothing needs stitches, and it's not broken. I just need to get home."

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[info]zoe_torres
2011-02-11 03:46 am UTC (link)
Yeah, she could imagine it would make an impression on the Sons. Between red and white, they probably couldn't get passed the confusion of a fight with the two attackers.

"C'mon, I'll walk you out. You walk the street in that makeup with a limp, somebody'll take a shot at you."

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[info]veryperceptive
2011-02-11 03:48 am UTC (link)
"Thank you." And he'll walk with her.

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