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Post by Owen Merlowe on Oct 28, 2015 1:05:56 GMT -6
"Please, like John Smith is even that believable. John Wayne would work fine. I'll tell them I'm a distant cousin of those Waynes. I'll just tell them my parents had a bad sense of humor. They'll pity me and move on."
There was a reason Owen never stuck around for these sorts of things. Well, another reason besides the part where he was arrested and given 18 consecutive life sentences. Mostly, that was because of the chaos that followed. Cops showed up and pointed guns. It took all his training not to show them where they could put those particular devices. Too many years of being on the wrong side of the guns.
Statements were given and the officers thanked him for his quick thinking and the help he gave. They asked him not to leave town if they had questions. Owen nodded and smiled in all the right places. Yeah, like he was sticking around. If they had questions, they could feel free to ask someone who cared. After the statements were taken, Hood watched the rockstar make her rounds talking and offering a card to the kids and the parents. He wrote a phone number and address on a bar napkin and slipped it into the band of her dislodged trucker hat, which he placed on the bar for her to find.
It was time to leave. The Red Hood had spent too much time operating in broad daylight for anyone to be comfortable. Owen decided it was time to make his way back. He slipped out the back door and around to his motorcycle. A quick kick start and he was off on his way to the hotel again. He needed a shower to wash the smell of blood and cordite off of him. That particular cologne didn't suit him today.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Oct 29, 2015 2:24:57 GMT -6
Dinah opened her mouth and then closed it, simply smiling at his explanation for "John Wayne", deciding to keep to herself the fact that she could dismantle that little story rather quickly. She simply chuckled and shook her head. The was no need to share information he could really look up on the Internet. She never advertised that connection, but it was there to find if people are willing to look.
Hearing the sound of a motorcycle made her jump; her protective instincts flaring up, moving to put herself between whatever was coming and whoever was in her immediate vicinity. When she saw who was driving off into the sunset, she relaxed a little. She also felt a little out of sorts. He'd left, without saying goodbye. She didn't even get his number. Dinah Mary, she chastised herself. You do not need that kind of trouble. And that man is nothing but.
After they were done collecting evidence and taking photos, Dinah went inside to collect what was left of her stuff, including her hat. Much to her surprise (and her conscience's dismay), he had left not only his number but a location. She snatched it up and shoved it in her pocket before heading back to her hotel. After a shower and a long phone call to get manager that was mostly her listening and him yelling about not taking her security, she looked at the note. She stood back and just looked at it.
"No. You don't need it. Dinah you don't need it. Just leave it here and forget it." She turned away from the small, harmless piece of paper and buy down on her index knuckle. She sucked in a breath the spun back around and grabbed it as she headed for the door. "It's nothing different tab what I've done on tour. Just need to get it out of my system. That's all."
Roughly half an hour later, she stood outside his motel room with a pizza and a six pack, knocking on his door, wondering what the hell she was doing.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Nov 12, 2015 12:35:33 GMT -6
The hotel room lock clicked and the door swung open. Owen stumbled in and turned on the lights. He was bone tired and he felt like he'd been hit by a steam roller twice. He tossed his gear on the table and then peeled off his t-shirt. The spot on his chest where the shotgun round hit the armor was bruising already. Owen knew he shouldn't have taken the contract, but it was necessary to help him consolidate his power base. One less player to deal with.
The shower came on with a squeak of the knob and he set his pistol on the nightstand, outside the bathroom door. Easy reach if he needed it. Owen climbed into the shower and let the hot water run over him, washing off the smell of death. The scent of cordite and blood. He'd sleep for probably the entire night before heading back to Gotham. This mission was over and it was time to continue on. He lathered and rinsed away his troubles and after a few minutes, slipped out of the shower to towel off.
The adrenaline was gone now. His body now felt weary and sore since it had faded. Owen was going to need some painkillers. He went over to his bag and went to grab something that he could sleep in. There was a knock at his door. Owen dropped his sleep pants and went for the gun. Still wrapped in a towel, he moved over to the door and opened it a crack, keeping the 1911 behind the door, so he could fire through it if need be.
Dinah Gray stood outside his door, with pizza and a six pack. He unlatched the door and opened it, setting the gun aside on the table with his gear. "Huh. I didn't think it was my birthday already. This is like something out of a dream. I didn't get hit that hard, right?"
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Nov 27, 2015 13:27:09 GMT -6
Dinah was about to just leave the pizza and beer, just walk away from this bad decision, when the door opened and there he was, in just a towel. She sucked in a breath, reminding herself to look at his face, and failing miserably. Just like at the bar, she was staring, perhaps a bit longer than was considered decent. She was rarely ever that, though. She was not what one would call a "lady" with her swearing and fishnets, and rotating bed partners. And that was kind of why she was here, just to get it out of her system, so she told herself. Repeatedly. One of these days, your thing for bad boys is going to get you in trouble. She sighed and shook her head before grinning at John, holding out the beer.
"No, I don't think it's your birthday, though you're certainly dressed for the occasion. And I don't think you're dreaming, but you could pinch yourself to find out." She took one last long look at him before taking a risk and stepping inside, placing the pizza next to the small TV. She looked around the small room, taking in the details and his gear, noting the gun he must have had in his hand when she knocked on the door. Just another reminder of what exactly she was getting into. Dinah looked back at him before bending over and picking up his sleep pants from where he'd dropped them. looking at him mischievously.
"These look comfy. Sorry, I seem to have interrupted you. Looks like you were about to sleep. Just thought I'd show you my appreciation for saving my ass."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Dec 15, 2015 23:11:38 GMT -6
This didn't usually happen. Owen was fairly sure that rockstars only showed up with pizza and beer to guys hotels. That only happened in fantasies. Or porn. But he was okay with the outcome of either at this point. He took the beer with a smirk. "I think I'll let you do that. It seems like it might just be a bit more fun for me."
Adrenaline washed away the little pains in his body. "They are comfy. That's why I use them as sleep pants. But no, I wasn't going just yet. I just got out of the shower." Owen watched her carefully as she took in the details of his room. He stared at her for a few moments as well, taking in the details. It's a rather lovely ass. I'd be doing the world a disservice if I let something serious happen to it."
He returned the mischievous grin and moved closer to Dinah, setting the beer down. He slipped one arm around her waist and balled the other one up in her hair as he kissed her. The alarm bells were going off. It wasn't the fireworks that came with true love. Just the thoughts of the cynic. He shouldn't be sleeping with someone this high profile, but even Owen was a fool not to realize that chances like this only came once in a lifetime. He was fairly sure that the same would not be said about them that night. Besides, they'd fought together in the bar and even saved some lives together. It would be foolish to deny her the rewards for her labor. Not to mention his own need to reaffirm his life, especially since he'd been shot yet again.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jan 11, 2016 14:47:31 GMT -6
Dinah's fingers twitched slightly when he said she should pinch him to see if he was dreaming. It was a very tempting offer. But she tossed his sleeping pants away as he came in close, invading her space before fisting a hand in her hair. He had made her weak in the knees in just one simple moment. A little hair pulling went a long way with her. Well that, and blue eyes, and delinquent or dangerous behavior. Oh hell she was in trouble here but it was entirely too late to stop now. That little voice in the back of her head that had been constantly yammering at her since she decided on this course of action became silent the moment his lips crashed into hers. The kiss was rough, wet and full of need. It made her moan into his mouth at the intensity of it. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands grasping at the hair on the back of his head. She pressed herself against him for a moment before realizing she had entirely too many clothes on when all he had was a towel.
She knew this started like some cheap porno, her randomly showing up with pizza and beer and him in a towel. But all that (very small amount of) plot in those things was just a way to get to the good part. A reason. As was her now cooling pizza and lukewarm beer. She had kidded herself if she though she'd escape with her clothes on. She had done this all before, she knew exactly what she was doing. She wore clothes that were easy to get off, step out of and get to the good parts. So she practically tore her shirt off, causing one or more buttons to come off before she tossed it aside without breaking the kiss. There had been no bra under it, as they only got in the way and she liked things to be as simple as possible. Then she kicked off her shoes in some random direction and unbuttoned her pants before pausing for a moment, finally coming up for air.
"I feel like I should say some corny line like 'Won't the pizza get cold?' but I'll be honest, I don't give a f*ck about the pizza." She kissed him again, before shoving him toward the bed, snatching his towel away and tossing it aside like everything else.
As she pulled her pants back on, she winced a little at the short burst of pain from the cut in her leg. The soreness from the day had finally started to set in, the bruises on her back from the shotgun making themselves known with every little movement. She was completely and utterly worn out and most of that had been the man lying on the bed.
A thought, brief and bright, flashed through her mind. The bed looked comfy. He looked warm. She could stay there. Just until the sun came up. But no. That would cross a line, in her mind. Never stay the night. Never form that kind of attachment.
She went to stand up and grab her shirt from across the room and immediately feel back down onto the bed, her legs as useful as a bowl full of jelly. That had not happened in a long, long time. She looked back at John, grinning. "I think I just might keep your number. Being on tour can be so stressful. Might need some help unwinding."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jan 19, 2016 13:42:53 GMT -6
This was certainly opening up like one of those letters in a magazine that started with 'I can't believe this happened to me...' The rockstar seemed more engrossed with Owen than the pizza or the beer. Which was fine by him. He'd heat the pizza up later or something. Or eat it for breakfast. Or who cared. His questions were washed away by her reaction to the kiss. He would have questioned her willingness to be here, if her clothing had in fact, not almost spontaneously flown off. No bra, or underwear. Yeah, she was clearly willing.
"Who cares? F*ck the pizza. Pizza's fine cold." He was silenced again by another kiss. Then his towel was gone and Owen was being pushed on to the bed. This day had gone very differently than he had planned.
Owen rolled over and watched the rockstar start to get dressed. His body ached. Some from the fight, some from the night's amusements. He felt entirely spent, but most of that was the Rockstar. He'd sleep well tonight at least. There was that. There was a slight tinge of bruising forming across his chest in the area where the bullet impacted with his armor, that made it a bit hard to move. Owen rubbed his slightly chaffed wrists.
There was a grin when she fell back on to the bed. He was quite proud of himself. "Please do. You look like someone who gets stressed easily. And I wouldn't mind helping fix that again. I do so like helping people unwind." He flashed her a wicked smile. "I know you're eager to leave, but you look like you might need to go another round. Just for the sake of your health."
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Feb 8, 2016 19:18:54 GMT -6
"Do not tempt me, John. I have enough energy for one more thing. And that thing should getting back to my hotel." Dinah hissed slightly as she put her shirt back on, putting her arms through the sleeves agitating her bruises. It wasn't something she hadn't dealt with before, but it was still a pain in the ass. It was her least favorite part of the job. She'd just built up a tolerance to it.
Buttoning up her shirt, she looked back at him, catching him rubbing his wrists and smiled wider. Next time she'd just have to remember not to improvise with a belt. There will be no next time, Dinah. This was supposed to be it. Mentally she berated herself for even thinking like that. But she could not help it. It just popped in there. She turned away again, searching for her shoes. "Lotion helps with the chaffing. Sorry I didn't bring the silk ropes. Didn't pack them."
Standing, she stretched, reaching her hands to the ceiling, intertwining her fingers and letting out a low yawn. She really needed to get back to her hotel before she passed out in his bed. So she stuffed her feet in her shoes, wandered over to his side of the bed and grinned down at him. She traced her finger around the bruise forming on his chest, all too familiar with that particular pain. Bad guys liked to carry shotguns far too often. She'd learned how to dodge a lot quicker after she'd gotten sober. It had been awhile since she'd been shot there.
She leaned forward and kissed him one last time, locking the whole memory away to be used later when she got lonely or had a spectacularly shitty partner in bed. Then she walked over and flipped open the pizza box, snagging a slice for the road. "None of this goes to Penthouse. I mean it. They'll probably reject it anyway, but just in case...I'll lose your number real quick if I see this in a magazine." She grinned as she took a bite of the pizza, eyeing his discarded beer for a moment before looking at the door. She took another bite before going, giving him a small finger wave while holding the slice, opening the door with her other hand. She usually preferred them to be passed out when she left, it made for less awkward goodbyes. But he seemed to have untapped sources of energy even after all the things they'd done. She was going to crash so hard the moment she got back to her room.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 9, 2016 14:09:56 GMT -6
"Tempting is usually what I'm good for."
Stretching out the kinks in his own muscles, Owen felt things pop and crack. He knew he'd be sore in the morning from everything that happened over the course of the day. He rubbed his wrists. A smirk crossed his lips as Dinah mentioned lotion and the ropes. "It's fine. Just a new and exciting experience to add to the book. I'll be fine." He'd only been stationary for a few minutes and already the stiffness was setting in.
Owen watched her stretch and his eyes followed the curves of her body, drinking her in. As her finger traced the bruise, he winced a little. The bad guys always seemed to have shotguns. Probably since they were a rather common hunting weapon and rather easy to come by compared to most firearms. It was a rookie mistake, but again, his training wasn't as complete as he would have liked to admit.
The kiss was hot, passionate and rather final. "I suppose you're right. Might as well, put it with the other letters to be put into my memoir after I kick the bucket." He gave Dinah a grin and shrugged. "I won't mention it." Owen didn't say anything about the number remark. They both knew Dinah probably wouldn't call him again. They were both okay with it. He smiled and returned the wave, getting up and moving towards the pizza himself.
There were calls to be made and plans to be set in motion, but it was nice to see that the entire trip had not been a loss. He'd done what he set out to do and then some. Owen was quite happen with the events. Tomorrow, he'd start on the long trip back to Gotham and continue with his life.
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