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capitalh2014-05-27 06:36 am
bothhavesharpteeth) wrote in capitalh2014-05-27 06:36 am
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and we know the patterns
Who: Natalie Rushman (or Natasha), Clint Barton and YOU
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What:Natasha is scoping out a target. Natalie is jogging on her day off. It is innocent and not at all suspicious.
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.
There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.
There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What:
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.
There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.
There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.
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Her running partner... apparently does not see the point of bothering with that sort of thing. Natasha catches her vaulting over the newspaper machine out of the corner of her eye, and smiles to herself, swallowing down a chuckle. Whatever she is, this girl, she's not good at hiding it. It's almost cute.
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But no, Aña's not trying to hide that she's used to running and vaulting up and over and under things that most people would consider things to go around. She's never seen the need - in New York especially, parkour was pretty in vogue with the teenagers.
And running, in broad daylight, in her civvies, not even caring for the first time in days about the glint of sunlight on metal as her arms pump? This is worth maybe making a little bit of a spectacle of herself.
She is gonna win this race.
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She comes in just a step or two behind the girl, putting on an ineffectual extra burst of speed at the end, and tags the bench with a slightly rueful smile. "Maybe I should have ruled out parkour too..."
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"Can't stop the parkour, I think it's woven into my DNA at this point." She does a split, rolling forward onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands and watching Natasha's own stretch-out. "You probably would've won though, if you had. You're muy rápido."
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She straightens up again, stretching out her back with a little sigh.
"I'd offer another lap or two, but after that, I think I actually am done. You want that coffee?"
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"I will totally forego making you weep from exhaustion if I get coffee out of it."
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"I appreciate your mercy," she says with a laugh. "I think there's a Starbucks on the corner over there... I'm Natalie, by the way."
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"Aña," she says, grinning. "You think you can make it to the corner?"