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mick rory | heat wave ([personal profile] charbroil) wrote2016-11-03 06:45 am
icejacking: (Yikes)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-18 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
What are you talking about?

Where is this coming from?
icejacking: (Wut u say?)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-18 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's true he tends to have a plan for everything. But if he's honest, he doesn't often think about his own death. He doesn't plan to die any time soon, so he hasn't considered what to do if he does. Or what he'd want. Maybe he should. But more importantly this line of question is kind of worrying him some. What is going on with Mick?]

I don't know how to answer that considering I don't plan to die.

What's gotten into you? You're standing me up in the rain and asking about pointless what-ifs.

Why are you stalling?
icejacking: (Pathetic)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-18 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Drinking. Fucking and fire. I got it.

Are you planning on dying Mick? You're not going to do something stupid, are you?
icejacking: (Captain Cold)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-18 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Burn me. Scatter the ashes. Keep some if you want, or don't. Simple. Not like anyone's gonna mourn me but you and Lisa. Why bother thinking of any kind of funeral.

Spend the riches any way you want. Or bury them. Doesn't matter to me what you do with my stuff. I'll be dead.


[It's a depressing thing to think about and it's really no wonder why he doesn't think about it. He'd go out like the whisper of a frigid breeze in winter. No big party. No one crying. No one cares. So why make anything of it? Besides big things like a funeral with the whole mess of a wake is just too damn expensive. He's not paying people to dress up his body and lie about how much they're going to miss him. The whole damn thing is a racket and they're not getting a cent out of him even dead. Something private. Leaving it to Mick, no matter how hard it might be for him, would be the best way to go.

Course his riches are one thing but that Cold Gun is another. Could he let a weapon like that in anyone else's hands? There's no one he wants the torch passed to.
]

Keep the gun for yourself and only you, or destroy it.
Edited 2016-12-18 13:41 (UTC)
icejacking: (Try again)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-18 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure you need something good and useful to remember me by. I don't want it in anyone else's hands.

I don't really want it in yours if I'm honest, but you're the only one that knows how to use it properly. Might need it in an emergency.


[Just as he kept that ring and wore it all the time. The heist might've gone wrong and Mick nearly died but it was the one thing he got out of it to remind him. No more mistakes.]

What are you doing Mick?
icejacking: (Yeah right)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-19 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Fine. Where are you? I'll come to you and we can meet somewhere.

We're in the clear anyway.
icejacking: (Uhhh)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-19 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
What?

Mick, are you drunk? You're acting really strange.
icejacking: (Losing my cool)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-19 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Are you trying to tell me, you left me stranded here for an hour in the rain to go get shitfaced at saints and sinners?

Yes. I'm at the drop point. I should've just started walking.

I don't know what's gotten into you and I don't like it. Get your head out of your ass or you and I are done.
icejacking: (Wut u say?)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-19 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Len is making his way downtown, walking fast through a pretty quiet side of town, out of sight and inconspicuous. Of course all of that sort of gets blown out of the water when some sort of ship glides through the street to land at an intersection ahead of him.

He stops, blinking and staring, wondering if he should run or just pull his weapon and hope for the best. What if he's seeing things? Of course the place doesn't get enough foot traffic that anyone else is seeing this but him. No doubt anyone else walking by would've whipped out a phone and started recording by now. Not like Central City hasn't seen their fair share of weird, but never aliens...(not yet anyway)

He pulls his cold gun and it whines to life, watching the thing closely and approaching it with caution, giving it space while waiting to see who steps out. He's just about to text mick and warn him.
]
icejacking: (Yikes)

[personal profile] icejacking 2016-12-19 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Len freezes, putting his phone away and lifting his gun to angle it at the doorway, creeping a step back just in case. Then a form emerges and he very nearly drops the weapon. For a moment he hesitates, wondering if whoever this is is a doppleganger, what if this alien just LOOKS like Mick. He's just staring at the man, studying his features and everything from a safe distance, confused and untrusting.

Until the other makes that snide remark. Blue eyes sweep the street before his gun powers down and he'll bee-line for the door way and up the ramp to his partner. Who, up close, looks much older than he remembered, more worn and weary. He's definitely forgotten being angry but he's still soaked to the bone. It hadn't be raining the whole time, but just long enough. Little does he know that he's not even in his own timespace anymore and thats why Mick didn't arrive on time.

He'll move inside, following Mick without a word, only watching him, studying him, curious and confused by all of this. He takes a seat with his gun at his side and his prize tucked into his parka.
]

What is all this?

[There's so many questions, but he figures Mick can and will explain everything, so that's the best one to kick it off. The whole conversation was strange and then the guy shows up in a ship, drunk. Because yes, he can smell the alcohol on him and he's not entirely sure he trusts the other driving this thing while inebriated. But if he managed so far... and it's not like HE knows how to fly the damn thing. He just needs to trust Mick, which all things considered is not exactly easy, but he doesn't have much of a choice.]
Edited 2016-12-19 09:46 (UTC)
icejacking: (Wut u say?)

[personal profile] icejacking 2017-01-27 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Len hesitates, but as the ship starts to move he'll stagger, getting his bearings before moving for one of the seats as instructed. Again, considering the man is inebriated he's all too happy to strap himself in nice and tight. He's got a lot of questions rolling around in his head, namely he's fairly sure this isn't the Mick he'd been waiting for, so there's a part of him wondering where THAT Mick got to. Then again, time right now is a bit messed up for one Leonard Snart. He'd been thrown into said time, younger, reset, unaware of what happened to him. Not realizing his memories didn't match up. He was an anomaly of sorts. So in a way, Mick pulling him out of said time shouldn't disrupt things as badly as he had been thinking. It's hard to say if he can eventually integrate back into their world or not. He's supposed to be dead. ]

Are you going to quit playing games and tell me whats going on here?