001 - Log - A New Brand of Rogues

[slowburn]

WHO: Mick Rory | Open to All | Open to Rogues and Rogue allies
WHAT: Open post for general Mick things
WHEN: A week to two weeks after his appearance
WHERE: Carlyle | Thiefy Blockbuster Hide-Out
WARNINGS & NOTES: Nothing planned. Mick's taken from the beginning of Season 3 of LoT so no spoilers from him. If other people tag from anything new, just cram a spoiler warning in the subject.

Home Sweet Home - Open to Thieves or Wannabe Thieves

[First hide-out acquired. A strip mall in the next town over, just outside of the range of the immediate police patrols (they'll probably have to move further out, eventually, considering how often people go searching for new arrivals like they're fucking Easter eggs.]

[In that strip mall is an old Blockbuster, shut down for a good ten years and with a breakroom in the back that has an exit to the front, an exit to the back, and doors leading to a back corridor and to Mick? That seems like a fair number of escape points. If they turn on the lights in the break area, no one is going to see outside. With the water and electricity working, this old fridge boots up fine. There are enough doors and old (if empty) safes among the stores that Mick can do some of that thief training he promised.]

[In the breakroom itself, the flatscreen TV is still a huge box of a shape rather than one of the new things. A relic from a few years before the store actually closed and the whole mall went belly up. There are VHS rewinders still back there. Some abandoned B-Movie DVDs in boxes (non of which Mick recognizes and that's weird to him).]

[Ah well, good enough. He finds a copy of what looks like a tacky vampire movie and pops it into an ancient DVD player, so abandoned that he actually leaves dust prints from his fingers.]

I remember when we first got out of Juvie we stole a bunch of movies from the video store. Lisa loved the cartoons we brought her.

[Mick's saying. He has a donut. There's no immediate clue as to how he got this donut.]

Watching for Friends - OTA

[The Legends should show up here eventually. There's going to be a hell of a lot of explaining to do, too, when that happens. What with Leonard fucking Snart dicking around. He's been keeping an eye out for them, ignoring feelings with the occasional food or drink or flickering lighter, as he's prone to.]

[For the most part whenever he comes into town, it's in full disguise. He's some deliveryman wearing a winter uniform, moving boxes, holding a clipboard. He's come in on a different day in plaid and suspenders and a broad, worn cowboy hat. No one has been any the wiser (he can pull off that gruff farmboy look well). He watches the police station (tiny, but full of fucking feds), the bank (one bank, unimpressive, probably don't know how to deal with their newfound cash but also too much trouble to deal with while the station is full of feds), and the general area for any sign of the Legends.]

[Who knows. Maybe they can figure this out for everyone.]

[Today Mick is wearing his "casual farmhand Joe" disguise, drinking a bottle of some generic brand of grape soda because he ain't risking a beer in public right now and sitting on a bench outside of the modest post office.]

Comments

Home Sweet Home

[ragingbeauty]

Where did you get that donut?

[Raven is apparently more interested in that than the movie. She's in normal clothes now, tight jeans and black shirt with a yellow cropped hoodie. She's half-looking at her phone, intrigued by the social media aspect of it, and leaves a "like" on a post that makes her smirk slightly before looking back up at him.]

I've stolen food before, but not movies. Food seems more useful.

Home Sweet Home

[slowburn]

I don't think the movies count as stealing. I just found them. Throw something out? It's not stealing anymore. And this whole damn place- [he gestures around him] -is thrown out.

[He looks at the donut, of which he's eaten half.] This I stole.

[And then he offers her half the donut, which is actually nice of him. He can always steal more later.]

[ragingbeauty]

You said you stole them.

[Still, she takes the donut and sighs as she takes a bite. Oh, it's good.]

Where did you steal this from? I want to try.

[slowburn]

Oh, I thought you meant these movies. No, no. Movies used to be worth a lot more money. You could resell 'em and turn them at pawn shops and have enough to pick up lunch. But Papa Snart was a jackass, so me and Leonard [a rare time to use his first name, but almost necessary when talking about the full family] decided little Lisa deserved something nice.

Never really talked about what ended up happening to the old bastard. Lisa turned out stand-up despite him.

[His version of a stand-up individual, anyway. He looks at his donut, then at her.]

Do you want the donut or to try and steal?

[ragingbeauty]

What did happen to him?

[She assumes he's talking about his father. She huffs at the question, though.]

I want to try to steal something. You said you'd teach me.

[She pops the rest of the donut into her mouth, though.]

But I also want more of these, yes.

[slowburn]

He died. Snart killed his old man 'cause he was a piece of trash. Always had been. [He'd threatened his sister.] Scum backstabbing pig.

Right. Yeah, we can do both. That's the good thing about this place. Lots of doors, lots of safes, and-

[He fumbles in his pocket, and then presents her with her very own shiny new lockpick.] Happy birthday.

[ragingbeauty]

It sounds like he did a good thing.

[Raven takes the lockpick and smiles, turning it over in her hands. It may not be much, but people don't often give her anything.]

Do you think we can steal a gun some time, too? I hate walking around here unarmed.

[slowburn]

Don't know. Probably. But the question is, do you hate walking around unarmed because you feel unsafe, or do you it because you can't shoot people when they piss you off?

You don't have an identity here, Legs. They catch you in this sort of thing they can eat you up and do what they want with you. You can't shoot your way out of that sort of thing, either. 'Cop killer' is not something you want on your resume in prison.

[Oh boy, does he know that.]

So, yeah, I can help you get a gun, but you gotta promise to use the thing as little or as discretely as possible. If there's a camera or a witness, don't even bother. If the man has a badge or a uniform, pretend it doesn't even exist.

[It is for her benefit that he says this.]

[ragingbeauty]

If someone pissed me off, I could kill them without a gun. But it means getting close, and I don't want to have to do that.

[In her right mind, she can tell it's a stupid idea. It's a useful skill to have in an emergency, but she doesn't want to go around hugging everyone who tries to hurt her.]

I don't feel safe. I don't know where I am, my unit isn't here, I don't know anyone. And a lot of people enjoy hurting those who are unarmed and defenceless.

[She bites her lip, fiddling with the lockpick.]

I don't want to be vulnerable.

[slowburn]

Oh yeah, they do.

But certain mouthy drama queens like turning you into their personal threat the moment you're armed.

Thieving normal stuff first. [He goes over to one of the doors and crouches by it.]

Sometimes pigs look for excuses to shoot you so they can be the hero. The very first excuse is them seeing a gun on you. Alright... see how I'm putting the pick in? You're going to be able to feel a little series of pins inside the lock. Now you try it. Go slow at first.

[ragingbeauty]

I wish Snake hadn't stolen my grenade launcher.

[She says it woefully, but gets up and comes over to see what Mick is doing.]

Maybe I could just get a little gun. One that I can hide easily. That's stealthy, right?

[Octopus was the stealth expert of the group, but she had a P90 submachine gun. Still a considerably sized weapon.

Raven uses her pick and starts jimmying the lock, going slow as instructed. She frowns as she works.]

I can feel them. What do I do now?

Home Sweet Home

[perfectlychill]

Glad we never got caught with those. [And not just because they were violating the terms of their parole and would have ended up right back in juvie. His teenage boy self would have seethed at getting caught stealing The Care Bears Movie, Sleeping Beauty, and Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer. And if he'd gone back to juvie and the other boys found out that he was back in for that even Mick's protection might not have been enough.

But it was for Lisa so it was worth the risk.]

[slowburn]

Are you kidding? I would have gone down fighting for Fiddler on the Roof. [He seems amused with the notion, though. Lisa had been pretty happy with it. He hadn't been there except a few times. Leonard had been a good caretaker even if he shouldn't have been a caretaker at all.]

[He regrets, a little, not helping out more. Now that he's been in the positions he's been in, he thinks he could have.]

Last time I was in Central City I checked in on her. Real quiet like. She was doing okay.

[perfectlychill]

Did you tell her I kicked it?

[ She knew he left for a job. He wonders if she's still waiting for him to return not knowing what happened or if she's grieving. He doesn't know which would be worse. ]

[slowburn]

Yeah.

Someone broke it to Scarlet, too. Not me. Didn't figure I was the right person for it. Aliens were taking over the world so there wasn't a lot of time to get too sentimental, anyway.

...

By the way, aliens are real and they're asshole telepaths. Nerds will have to save us.

[He makes little gestures with his finger in the air, as if he's mentally writing it out.]

[perfectlychill]

[Telepathic aliens still not the weirdest thing he's ever heard of. Damn, life got strange after the Star Labs explosion. Sometimes he almost wants to go back in time and tell his scifi-loving teenage self that when he's in his forties he becomes kinda like the protagonist in Terminator, only less robots and more crime.] First thing when we get out of here is tell Lisa that I'm okay. [He'll let the Flash know later. Preferably through an amazing heist with Flash-bait built into the plan. Snart can't wait to see the look on Allen's face when he realizes that Snart's not dead. The kid'll probably be so shocked that he'll forget that he's supposed to be stopping the theft.]

[slowburn]

Yeah. I mean... I probably wouldn't have told her if we hadn't searched so damn hard for you. At one point I... I thought I was talking to you. I could hear you and see you. Then the professor decided he was going to run some tests. No sign of you. No psychic links or time connections or that mumbo jumbo.

I was just sad, and my brain was playing tricks on me. Worst trap I ever fell into I made for myself. But I guess that's when I knew for sure.

[He sounds pretty pissed off about it. But after that, he'd had to resign himself to the fact that Snart was dead and he'd never get to really admit how he felt. But it occurs to him then, finally-]

Wait. Wait, do you remember a time when I invited you to just talk at a strip club... Have drinks? Called you a hero?

[perfectlychill]

[Snart remembers it. He found it so damn weird at the time that it stuck in his head.]

Yeah. I remember. Thought you were either drunk or about to tell me that you had six months to live.

[Or that Mick was about to tell him that he was in love with him.]

Didn't believe you. [The man he was back then couldn't imagine being a hero to anyone.]

[slowburn]

Right. Didn't figure you would. Had to say it, though.

[Where it wouldn't be lost to a non-existent entity, like where that 'love' confession went. Leaving the DVD player to do its sinful work in the background, he goes to sit on a plastic chair he's found somewhere. He wants to ask if it had changed anything at the time. But he's worried he'd not like the answer and he's had enough of a bucket of feelings for one week.]

Honestly, it feels good to get away from it. We can be what we are again. Within reason.

['Within reason' vaguely acknowledging that they've become different people. Both of them.]

[perfectlychill]

It put the idea in my head. [And then when the Flash kept telling him that Captain Cold could be a hero, that seed slowly grew.] Never been a hero to anyone before. [Mick was the hero. Saved him in juvie. Snart's never told him how he felt, though. Guess Mick's the hero in that regard, too, the only one of them who can actually say what he feels. Snart settles himself on the floor, legs up against the wall and ankles crossed. His parka gives him enough padding for it to be comfortable.] It's gonna take some time to get our feet under us. Don't even know what's worth stealing around here. I'll hit up an ATM tonight and grab us some spending money.

[slowburn]

[Well, it's nice to think that his words meant something, not something easily disregarded. At the time he'd been sure he was making a fool of himself. Expressing thanks somehow before the man even chose to show his better colors.]

Yeah. I need some gas money, too. [For the delivery van he acquired. Honestly they'll need it if they have to make a getaway from the town.]

We can't make one of those signal things to tell people where we are. We gotta figure out a way.

[perfectlychill]

Maybe we can create some time anomaly that Gideon can pick up. [Except he doesn't know how the history of Carlyle, Montana is supposed to go. That makes it harder to intentionally screw up history in a way that might get the Legends' attention. And although something national, like burning down the White House, would definitely read on Gideon's time radar, and be fun for Mick, they don't need that kind of heat. Changing time in such a way that no one but future people will notice requires a lot more detailed knowledge of the minutia of history than Snart has.]

For Snart

[ragingbeauty]

[Raven finds Snart elsewhere in the abandoned mall while looking around. She approaches curiously, looking him over.]

Are you Snart?

[She'd seen him earlier in the Blockbuster hideout, but hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him.]

[perfectlychill]

[Snart's checking out the Radio Shack, seeing if there's any useful electronics tools left behind.]

Yeah, I am. But call me "Cold." [He turns his attention away from the small pile of gear he's collected--wires, wire clippers, batteries, anodes--and looks at her.]

Raven, right? [The one Mick called "Legs."]

[ragingbeauty]

Cold?

[Raven looks down at the pile of electronics before glancing back up at him again.]

Is that your codename?

[She's used to animals being used as codenames.]