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001 - Log - A New Brand of Rogues

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.]

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[He offers her that lockpick back.]

Good. Memories just hurt.

[Not the most helpful advice, but to Mick he can rarely associate memories with anything good. Even the good ones are tainted with negative shit.]

Was it someone's fault?

It was soldiers.

[Who were they working for? She doesn't remember.]

They killed my family and took me.

[She rubs her fingers over the lockpick, focusing on the look and feel of it.]

Never got on board with the nationalistic uniform crap that excuses that. Some soldiers just end up fucked up. [Mick's never been too fond of them, but maybe because he knows his dad did some shit during the war that desensitized him. A lot of innocent people died because Dick Rory (yeah, that was his name) wanted some answers.]

Did you ever really get out? [Or did she end up with someone else.]

Not for a long time.

[Raven puts the lockpick back into the lock, focusing on that.]

They put me in a cage with some other children. They beat us and starved us. And when they were done with us, they tied us up and left us for the ravens to eat alive.

[She bites her lip, her hands shaking slightly.]

I watched them eat the other children. But when they came for me, they accidentally pecked me free. I followed the soldiers. And when night came, I killed them all.

[Her rage had been so strong that even half-starved and bruised, that one child could muster up the energy to murder an entire group of soldiers and their hostages.]

Those bastards... they deserved it.

[Instead of responding, he puts his hand over hers, the one holding the lockpick in particular. And he holds it firm, steady, to keep her from shaking.]

You can be angry. They deserved what they got. [He won't argue that, and there's no judgment in his eyes. The worst part is, seeing what he's seen, and knowing some of the things that his own father did during Vietnam, he isn't surprised to hear about her history. Pain. Death. Survival. It's what's made many of the people he knows.]

[But there's still a lesson happening here.]

You need a steady hand and precision for the first stage of breaking in. From what you just said, you've had that patience in you. As a little girl, following, waiting until night, right?

It's there. Find that sweet spot. Ignore the memory. Capture that feeling.

[Raven looks over at Mick with a slightly trembling lip, but grits her teeth and blinks away angry tears.]

Okay.

[She tries to remember what it had been like to have that patience, to be able to just wait. She had been so focused on revenge back then. Thinking of all the ways they'd die passed the time. What kind of gratification will she get if she opens this lock? If she can just be a little more patient, she'll get it.]

If I open this, I want more donuts.

[As a reward. She can be patient for a reward, mostly.]

Legs, you were already getting the donuts. You open up that lock and I'll top it off with a milkshake.

[He says it with a practically hilarious amount of earnestness, were anyone else listening. And, honestly, he'd get her one of those too even if they were something not really meant to be stolen.]

[Oh, that's a good reward. Raven focuses harder on the lock, closing her eyes as she concentrates.]

What kind of milkshake?

[It had better be a fancy one.]

There's a place here that does them with the sprinkles and whipped cream on top. They can blend them with chocolate chips or caramel.

[Can someone make milkshakes sound a little menacing? Yes. It's Mick Rory, with his voice at a steady rumble as she works, a sound that comes from the very hollow of his chest. The way you'd expect a demon in a horror movie to sound, talking about sugary toppings.]

[Raven can sound like a demon too when she's pissed, so Mick's voice is nothing new to her. She is absolutely on board with what he's offering, and after a little more tinkering the lock clicks and she opens the door. She looks immensely proud of herself, even if it had taken a while.]

There, I did it.

[Give Raven enough of a reward and she will do anything, it looks like.]

There we go! [Hank chuckles approvingly before offering a hand to help her up.] let's job.

Now lets go get a sugar rush on, huh?

[Mick needs a constant supply to keep that wall of muscle he carries around going.]

[She takes his hand and pockets her lockpick, standing and tugging him along with her as she walks.]

What kind of milkshake are you getting?

[Someone is very clearly excited about this small thing, but she hasn't experienced things like this before.]

Chocolate. I love chocolate. Malted, too. Best kind. Haha.... [That chuckle comes from the depths of the chest and he gestures ahead of him like he's talking about a grand scheme for ruling a city rather than shambling out of an abandoned mall to get to a repainted mini-van to take a girl for a milkshake.]

Never had that kind of thing, huh? Welcome to Earth, Legs. I like the chaos but some of the best parts are made by bakeries and brewers.

[He leads her over towards that minivan.]

I love chocolate, too. At least, I did when I tried it earlier. I'd never had it before.

[But she had fallen in love with it instantly.]

But I think I'll see what the choices are before I pick. It's nice to have choices.

[Another luxury she never had before.]

That's how I felt whenever I'd get out of Iron Heights. A few years at a time eating prison gruel does what it can to muscle you up. But then you get out ready to get your fill on the most sugary, fattest, greasiest food you can just because you can.

[He hops into the driver's seat and leans across to pop open the passenger door for her.]

You got a favorite liquor, sister? Or is that not something you've had much of a chance with either.

[Mick doesn't know of the tragedy of her being unable to get drunk.]

[Raven slides into the passenger seat and closes the door behind her.]

I've never had alcohol before, but... I can't get drunk. My nanomachines break down the alcohol to prevent that.

[So she has to settle for sugar highs.]

Is it fun? Being drunk?

Oh yeah! Drinking is a trip. Makes Jokes funnier, makes you forget bad stuff almost as soon as you think it. Makes you feel invincible. What makes it unfun is circumstantial. Like when you drink alone or something.

Sorry you can't experience the good version of it. You really got a raw deal. The bad memories, then robbed of the experience to wash them away with a mouthful of good vodka.

[He turns on a classic rock station on the cars radio. God, radio stations have gone to pot. No one cares about the local things anymore so they just crank out generic hosts and pitiful repeats. Even the classic stations are really getting it.] I need to update my spotify for this fuckin' Earth.

Would it really make the memories go away?

[She sounds wistful and sad at the same time. She really did get a rough deal, didn't she?]

Well, I can do other fun things. Like drink milkshakes and eat donuts. They won't make the memories go away, but they'll taste good.

[Nothing will ever make the memories go away, and that's still something Raven can't stand, but what can she do? Nothing, which makes her angry, but she's trying her hardest to focus on the good things. She can do that now, without losing herself to her rage. Maybe she owes Snake.]

It does for me.

[Mick drives them back towards the main drag, not too far away. But he likes using the car. It's less attention drawing than walking that long span from stripmall to main street.]

[He parks in front of a cafe, where he usually gets his coffee, but there's an ice cream shop a few doors down.]

Donuts here. Milkshake there. We'll pay so we can have more than a few.

I wish I could get drunk, then.

[Too bad she's stuck with nanomachines. Raven hops out of the van and heads into the donut shop first, waiting for Mick as she looks at what she can order.]

Oh... these ones are filled with chocolate...

[But these ones are filled with strawberry jam, which also sounds really good. How is she supposed to choose?]

[While she's debating, Mick rolls right up to the counter.] Yeah, I'd like a dozen. Full dozen. See... that one, and two of those. Then one of those for her and one for me. And then one of those for her and one of those for me... That's [he counts on his fingers, eyes rolling up as he does his addition at the old cieling.]

[The teenager behind the counter with the rurally defiant nosering raises her brows.]

That's seven.

Right. [Says Mick.] Okay, three of the good old fashioned glazed ones. That leaves two. What else?

[He looks to Raven then, ready to let her pick a couple more. He's already pointed out the filled ones she'd been eyeballing.]

[That's a lot of donuts, and Raven approves. She points to a pink donut with multicoloured sprinkles, and then to one filled with cream with chocolate on top.]

Those two.

[She's probably going to feel sick after all this, but it'll be worth it.]

[He has them added to the box, pale pink with little bears and a plastic see-through window to show them off properly. He hands the lady a twenty at the register, declares a quick-] Keep the change I don't like how coins feel rattling around in my pockets. [And walks out to head to the ice-cream shop and that promised milkshake.]

By the time we're done filling you up you'll be ready to do a sprint around the planet.

Maybe, if I wanted to.

[Raven smirks a little as she walks with Mick to the other store.]

But all I want to do is sit in the hideout and eat donuts and drink my milkshake. And maybe watch a movie.

[Simple things, but ultimately pleasurable. She hasn't had a chance to do much of that in her life.]

I wish that's all I need to do. But me and Snart [and probably Lang] got a lot of planning that needs done. We figure our friends will come, get us out of here. I'm sure you could hitch a ride if you wanted. But we gotta figure out a way to get ahold of them.

[He ponders quietly, rubbing his mouth in thought.]

We're not exactly the scientist types. Hard to build a device that can peer between universes.

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