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Post by question on Jul 27, 2011 15:07:28 GMT -5
An there it went, Vic planted his head into the table causing the small things about it to rattle in protest to the action. Not only did this other lady have connections with the mob but was a reporter. An he knew what things like that did to people, more or less what trouble it caused. Mentally an physically, she must have been fairly new tot the game if she was in Gotham, but then again he couldn't say much. His first city was Hub, Imagine Gotham without the masks an no cops. That was basically Hub, good old Hell city.
He raised his head off the table before planting it back into it again. thankfully he had a hard head.
Vic had tried earlier to get out of town but was denied, must have been the nasty little past he carried with him. Growing up in an orphanage, Punching his college professor, nearly beating a drug dealer to death, making a name for himself as the single most hated person in Hub by the corrupt, lets not forget getting shot in the head an disappearing for a good year.
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Post by megan on Jul 27, 2011 18:46:49 GMT -5
Nodding to Rebecca, Margaret simply says, "My customers..." and moves as if she's about to glance at the few scattered people nearer the front of the cafe but not actually looking. Not all of Margaret's customers are criminals, but the main demographic is the type of person you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley - as benign as they look while drinking coffee during the middle of the day. Of course, most of them are actually decent people when they're not a work, and they only do that sort of work because it pays a lot better than their other options - money is the reason behind most anything in east Gotham. And Margaret knows this more than anyone; she's as doting over many of her regular customers as any mother.
A sudden banging noise causes Margaret to turn sharply and look at Vic, concerned for a moment until she sees that it's intentional head-banging. What it might have been instead... Let's just say that all the other possibilities has probably happened in her cafe at one point or other over the years. But she dryly comments, "That's not very good for the table."
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Post by rebecca on Jul 27, 2011 20:19:22 GMT -5
Rebecca was about to smile at the comment and make one of her own, but the man at the other table caught her attention. She turned to him, startled. She blinked a moment before leaning forward, her face colored in concern.
"Are you alright?"
There was also something familiar about him, but at the moment she couldn't place her finger on it.
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Post by question on Jul 27, 2011 22:23:49 GMT -5
"Just peachy," He said looking up from the table an towards Rebecca then Margret. "If my thick skull breaks it I'll buy you a new one, scouts honor" oddly enough, he was never a scout, or anything remotely close to it. His head on the other hand was thick. Vic knew that, he was never one to keep his mouth shut even in the most dire of situations he still managed to pop off with some wise crack.
"I was serious about the table thing though."
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Post by megan on Jul 27, 2011 22:36:12 GMT -5
"Why risk the table in the first place, then?" Margaret has to ask, though really her money would be on the table over his thick skull. She's found, over the years, that it's better to have sturdy tables that can take a lot of punishment instead of having to repeatedly replace cheap ones. Because that is a frequent problem for her. Just like she knows to always buy the cheapest glass - because if someone wants to break your windows, they're going to get broken.
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Post by rebecca on Jul 27, 2011 22:42:31 GMT -5
"I think the table may outlast you," Rebecca chuckled. "And you certainly don't look peachy, you look tired, worn out, but in this town who can blame ya, especially now? Not been getting much sleep myself."
She broke off a piece of her muffin and stuffed it in her mouth as she watched the man, "Though, I'll tell you one thing," she pointed at him, "you look really familiar to me for some reason."
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Post by question on Jul 27, 2011 23:25:45 GMT -5
"just instinct," he said jokingly, sitting back against the booth seat. "I'll sleep when I'm dead" he said, knowing that he had already been dead once. Technically. Vic smirked, "Just one of those faces" he said knowing good an well that it was a mask, a false facade.
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Post by megan on Jul 28, 2011 0:02:30 GMT -5
That answer causes Margaret's eyebrow to raise just slightly and she asks, "If your instinct told ya to jump off a bridge..." She leaves the rest of the question unasked. But after that, she ignores the talk of sleep in favor of peering thoughtfully at the man. She's always been good at reading people - that's how she knew that he needed and would appreciate a decent sandwich. This time, however, she's trying to figure out what, exactly his problem is.
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Post by rebecca on Jul 28, 2011 0:15:29 GMT -5
Rebecca smiled at the instinct comment, but shook her head. "No you really do look familiar I just can't put my finger on it." She frowned. It was on the tip of her tongue, the front of her mind.
She knew she had seen him somewhere. Suddenly it hit her. She snapped her fingers. "Hub City. You used to be a reporter."
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Post by question on Jul 28, 2011 0:26:53 GMT -5
He smirked at Margret, "Been there done that, the water was freezing." he commented jovially. Always the charismatic one. But his problem was that he had been up for far to long, jumping roof tops an smashing faces. Vic put all of that behind him when he was out of his face. Right now he was just the usual, fun loving, smart ass.
"are you sure about that?" he paused for a moment toying with her but figured that he could at least be polite enough to slate her curiosity, "you got me, I was."
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Post by megan on Jul 28, 2011 0:45:51 GMT -5
Margaret doesn't so much as crack a smile at that answer, instead simply saying, "Yeah, I thought you'd say that." That the man needs more sleep is certainly a problem, but that's blatantly obvious. She's always been one to be able to see deeper than that, but she'll keep that conclusion to herself for now.
Instead, she shifts her attention to what they're talking about now. "Now why would someone escape Hub City, only to wind up in Gotham?" she asks: perhaps rhetorically, perhaps not.
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Post by rebecca on Jul 28, 2011 0:58:45 GMT -5
'That is a question.' Rebecca thought. "I'd much rather be in Hub than here. Compared to this place, I think Hub is better."
She felt pride at knowing who he was, she even now recalled his name, but that wasn't important. She instead focused on finishing her muffin before speaking again. She was in the mood to listen now and it seemed that the owner had taken over the questions.
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Post by question on Jul 28, 2011 1:25:59 GMT -5
"Hub used to be worse than Gotham, Way worse." He answered, "I figured if I could make it there during its peak of corruption, I figured I could make it anywhere. " Vic smiled genuinely. "speaking of Questions, That guy is insane" It was funny to be talking about himself in some odd way. He decided to continue "But If it wasn't for him I would have been out of a job." He finished before he took another bit of the awesome sandwich.
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Post by megan on Jul 28, 2011 2:56:13 GMT -5
"Sounds like a good way to get killed," Margaret notes. Then again, she does live and work in one of the worst parts of Gotham, rubbing elbows with criminals, so she's one to talk. Then again, she knows these people and that's a sort of protection of it's own. And perhaps it helps that she doesn't really care all that much if she does get herself killed at this point.
The comment on Question gets a shrug, and Margaret says, "There's nothin' wrong with bein' insane - what's wrong is what ya do with it. Some people say Batman is crazy. The worst mob bosses are sane." She shrugs again, showing her indifference to the label.
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Post by rebecca on Jul 28, 2011 3:06:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, nothing wrong with it, people like him and Batman always seem to give me something to report on too. But I think what he does is right. I mean, Hub City's crime has gone down. I hope that happens here, but this new direction...I think it's a mistake. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, afterall."
She had been silent and just as she knew would happen, a subject shows itself for her to comment on. She took a deep gulp of her coffee which had finally cooled enough for her to comfortably drink.
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