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rekindleme2013-08-16 11:36 am
sixthdeadliest) wrote in rekindleme2013-08-16 11:36 am
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[OPEN] The Term "Offlimits" Exists For a Reason
Who: Six and whoever comes by
Where: District 1 by the river, not far from the OFFLIMITS area. (Bad Six.)
When: Friday (8/16) in the late-afternoon
Summary: Six decides after stalking the boundaries of the offlimits area that he's going to try and sneak in. He swiftly finds out that this was a terrible idea.
Warnings: Withdrawal symptoms?
Six never was one to take someone at their word unless it seemed like common sense. Therefore, the idea that there were areas cut off from the "guests" meant that there had to be something fishy going on.
He didn't enter right away, instead doing brief walks in the general vicinity of the borders of the closed-off areas to get an idea of how large it might be. The word "substantial" came to mind. At times, he'd even climb to the roof of nearby buildings to get an overhead view.
Just as the sun was starting to set, Six made his way to one of the security openings and slipped into the zone near the river. He saw very little, some buildings, maybe a few billboards and posters, but nothing definite.
No, he was much too busy trying to keep his feet to take a clear look around.
He maintained the absolute minimum of physical contact. Periodically, he'd brush against people in a crowd as much as he hated it. Just enough to take the edge off the "withdrawal symptoms" that he'd started to get the feeling of. Just enough to still function.
He stumbled back across the invisible border, tripping and landing hard on the grass. The world was spinning much faster than it should have, and Six wanted nothing more for it to stop.
Where: District 1 by the river, not far from the OFFLIMITS area. (Bad Six.)
When: Friday (8/16) in the late-afternoon
Summary: Six decides after stalking the boundaries of the offlimits area that he's going to try and sneak in. He swiftly finds out that this was a terrible idea.
Warnings: Withdrawal symptoms?
Six never was one to take someone at their word unless it seemed like common sense. Therefore, the idea that there were areas cut off from the "guests" meant that there had to be something fishy going on.
He didn't enter right away, instead doing brief walks in the general vicinity of the borders of the closed-off areas to get an idea of how large it might be. The word "substantial" came to mind. At times, he'd even climb to the roof of nearby buildings to get an overhead view.
Just as the sun was starting to set, Six made his way to one of the security openings and slipped into the zone near the river. He saw very little, some buildings, maybe a few billboards and posters, but nothing definite.
No, he was much too busy trying to keep his feet to take a clear look around.
He maintained the absolute minimum of physical contact. Periodically, he'd brush against people in a crowd as much as he hated it. Just enough to take the edge off the "withdrawal symptoms" that he'd started to get the feeling of. Just enough to still function.
He stumbled back across the invisible border, tripping and landing hard on the grass. The world was spinning much faster than it should have, and Six wanted nothing more for it to stop.
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It was strange to be out in the Batgirl costume as early as sunset, but it had a sort of forbidden thrill to it. As Batgirl she could accept invitations to spar, pick a fight, and generally just do the things she didn't allow herself as plain old Stephanie Brown. Even stranger than seeing the last rays of sunlight for the day was starting her nightly patrol with the sight of a man stumbling away from the off limits area by District One. It wasn't hard to figure out what had happened, but she kept a respectful distance even as she positioned her hands sternly on her hips.
"And they say nobody reads signs. That's tax money at work, folks."
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He eyed her and raised an eyebrow. "Halloween is a few months away last time I checked."
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"That's what they all say." She took a few non-threatening steps closer before holding out her hand.
"Need a hand there?"
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He just needed to wait until the symptoms passed.
"You're either going to rob a place or you're playing superhero, I'm guessing."
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"I'm hurt," she declared, a pout in her voice despite the playful smile on her lips. She had no intention of answering the implicit question that easily.
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He got one foot under him so he was now on one knee, but an attempt to stand wasn't well-received. He didn't fall on his face, at least, but he couldn't get out of his kneeling position.
He scowled in disapproval of his own weakness.
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"I know you can't see from down there, but there's not really anybody else around," she pointed out helpfully. "Just in case you change your mind about that helping hand."
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Six's scowling and stubborn attitude had driven off people before. It was impressive that "Batgirl" (as he was mentally referring to her) hadn't left him to his own devices yet.
At the same time, it was becoming very apparent to him that he needed physical contact with someone to fix his weakened state. However, he wasn't quite ready to swallow his pride just yet.
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"Wait, someone's coming... Oh crap, it's the cops. They have tasers, and they look seriously pissed. Come on man, let's get out of here!" She offered her hand again, a suspiciously innocent look on her face.
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Really, this girl reminded him of a certain other teenager he'd spent a significant amount of time with.
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"I'm gonna go with no, on the off chance that you'll let me help you."
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He reached out to grasp her wrist rather than her hand. A handshake was actually a vulnerable position to be in. One could easily break the other person's fingers, and Six knew how to do it in less than a second. The wrist would provide a good grip if she attempted to turn her assistance into an attack.
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He helped her by pushing off the ground with his free hand. He stumbled a little, but his sense of balance was already improving with the contact, so he corrected himself.
He maintained his grip, allowing himself more time to recover.
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"There now, isn't that better?"
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"A bit," he admitted grudgingly. It would likely take a few more minutes of contact before he was back to 100% normal. "What were you doing out here?"
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"Patrolling for what exactly?"
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