Baltimore, Late Monday Night
Sep. 1st, 2014 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gunslingerposeSo it was the ass end of a long weekend, which Nikolai figured was going to be as good a time as any to hit up Baltimore to do his part to keep whatever peace there was to keep. And he'd done pretty well along his usual beat as Gorgon, catching a couple of break-and-enters. Hell, apparently he was starting to get a bit of a rep around the areas he frequented most, because one dumbass purse-snatcher outside of a bar actually pulled up short, gasped as he realized who had just stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of him, and then babbled an apology before shoving the purse at Nick and running off in the other direction.
Yeah, he was feeling pretty damn okay near the end of his beat, up a few tiers and burning off some excess energy by doing crazy parkour across the rooftops while he kept an eye on what was going on in alleyways below. He was no Banzai, no, at least not riding tier three the way he was, but what he lacked in crazy gymnastics, he made up for in strength and speed and, apparently, the ability to clear an entire rooftop in a single leap.
Sometimes he hated his powers, having to hide his eyes all the time, not being able to look at people without worrying about hurting them with his uncontrollable energy-vampire bullshit. And some days, like today, he wouldn't trade being Gorgon for anything.
[OOC: Open to anyone out in Baltimore that late at night!]
Yeah, he was feeling pretty damn okay near the end of his beat, up a few tiers and burning off some excess energy by doing crazy parkour across the rooftops while he kept an eye on what was going on in alleyways below. He was no Banzai, no, at least not riding tier three the way he was, but what he lacked in crazy gymnastics, he made up for in strength and speed and, apparently, the ability to clear an entire rooftop in a single leap.
Sometimes he hated his powers, having to hide his eyes all the time, not being able to look at people without worrying about hurting them with his uncontrollable energy-vampire bullshit. And some days, like today, he wouldn't trade being Gorgon for anything.
[OOC: Open to anyone out in Baltimore that late at night!]
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Date: 2014-09-18 07:04 pm (UTC)"I'm not done yet. Coffee. Your treat. Delivered to my room. Where we sit on a much better couch and marathon westerns until one of us is begging for mercy."
If she looked disappointed now, then he could be reasonably certain she either hated westerns, or this thing going on here was very literally a pity party.
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Date: 2014-09-18 08:06 pm (UTC)...Which was probably for the best, because she really might have ended up saying, 'Yes please' or something equally embarrassing.
"Ow! I mean, yes! I mean, ha! That had better be some shimmy for all that!" She tilted her chin up. "It'll take more than a couple of Westerns to make me beg for mercy."
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Date: 2014-09-18 08:24 pm (UTC)Of course, underneath that duster was the body of a man who clearly spent plenty of time working out, wearing some impressively tight black pants, body armor just serving to highlight the contours of his torso.
Have fun with that, Kathy.
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Date: 2014-09-18 08:34 pm (UTC)She took his duster, carefully folding it on her lap and trying not to be obvious about licking her suddenly dry lips. His back...It was weird to find someone's back sexy, right? But...wow. Just...yeah. Also? Ooooh. DAT ASS. She finally really got that Tumblr shorthand. Because there was no other way to describe it. "All right Gorgon." She had to clear her throat. "Let's see you work it."
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Date: 2014-09-18 08:39 pm (UTC)Not that he was showing off or anything. Really.
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Date: 2014-09-23 07:14 pm (UTC)Yeah. There was no competition there. Watching Nick fuck the air was pretty much the sexiest thing that Kathy had ever seen.