07-24-2016, 12:41 PM
Mick wakes up slowly, with a bit of a headache - understandable, given what he'd been through - and looks around, not quite remembering where he was. The same post-modern design as the streets of the city, with a small bedside stand with a lamp and the key on it, a bed, and a table with a chair.
Then, memories return to the Rogue...This is the hotel room he bought last night...Last night. The first good sleep he's had in a while. Though, to be fair, Snart and Mick's hideouts back at home weren't exactly luxury. He gets up, grabbing the key, and opens the door to the halls of the apartment, walking down the steps to the first floor.
"Sleep well?" the employee asks.
"Yeah..." the arsonist responds, placing his key on the counter. "Any idea where Snart is?"
"Your friend woke up an hour ago, placed the key on the desk and took the door out to Tier 5. No idea what he's doing now." the man responds, taking a few quick puffs of a cigar.
"I guess I'll see if I can find him."
Mick steps out of the hotel, seeing about finding Snart.
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A half an hour passes as the Rogue continues to search for his companion. Suddenly, someone taps on his back. Turning around, Mick sights the companion he's been searching for.
"If you're looking for me, Mick, I'm right here." Snart says.
"Did you find any jobs?" Mick asks.
"I found a couple chores, but nothing that suits our particular set of skills." the Rogue leader remarks. "What about you, did you find anything?"
"I was focusing on finding you." the arsonist explains, taking a look around the city that is tier 5. Cars are cluttering the roads, and the metal and glass structures are across the street. There's an alleyway further down the street.
"I was searching for some jobs we could do. We're gonna need a lot of Omnilium." Cold says. "And it doesn't exactly grow on trees."
"I guess you have a point." Mick responds. "I'll keep an eye out."
"For the type of jobs we lead, I think alleyways would be the best choice. Out of Imperial eye." Snart says. "...And keeping things out of Imperial eye is crucial."
"Understood." Mick responds. He then walks towards the alleyway he saw. "I'll check here, you check any alleyways you find up ahead."
"On it, Mick." Snart says, walking off as well.
Mick enters the alleyway, his boots creating sound with every step he takes. He sights a girl - dark red hair in that kinda emo-looking hairstyle that covers one eye, black blazer over a similarly-colored tank top cut halfway, and similarly black jeans, with shoes that are - you guessed it - black.
"Looking for work?" the girl asks.
"Yeah..." the arsonist responds.
"I think I might have a job for you."
Then, memories return to the Rogue...This is the hotel room he bought last night...Last night. The first good sleep he's had in a while. Though, to be fair, Snart and Mick's hideouts back at home weren't exactly luxury. He gets up, grabbing the key, and opens the door to the halls of the apartment, walking down the steps to the first floor.
"Sleep well?" the employee asks.
"Yeah..." the arsonist responds, placing his key on the counter. "Any idea where Snart is?"
"Your friend woke up an hour ago, placed the key on the desk and took the door out to Tier 5. No idea what he's doing now." the man responds, taking a few quick puffs of a cigar.
"I guess I'll see if I can find him."
Mick steps out of the hotel, seeing about finding Snart.
---
A half an hour passes as the Rogue continues to search for his companion. Suddenly, someone taps on his back. Turning around, Mick sights the companion he's been searching for.
"If you're looking for me, Mick, I'm right here." Snart says.
"Did you find any jobs?" Mick asks.
"I found a couple chores, but nothing that suits our particular set of skills." the Rogue leader remarks. "What about you, did you find anything?"
"I was focusing on finding you." the arsonist explains, taking a look around the city that is tier 5. Cars are cluttering the roads, and the metal and glass structures are across the street. There's an alleyway further down the street.
"I was searching for some jobs we could do. We're gonna need a lot of Omnilium." Cold says. "And it doesn't exactly grow on trees."
"I guess you have a point." Mick responds. "I'll keep an eye out."
"For the type of jobs we lead, I think alleyways would be the best choice. Out of Imperial eye." Snart says. "...And keeping things out of Imperial eye is crucial."
"Understood." Mick responds. He then walks towards the alleyway he saw. "I'll check here, you check any alleyways you find up ahead."
"On it, Mick." Snart says, walking off as well.
Mick enters the alleyway, his boots creating sound with every step he takes. He sights a girl - dark red hair in that kinda emo-looking hairstyle that covers one eye, black blazer over a similarly-colored tank top cut halfway, and similarly black jeans, with shoes that are - you guessed it - black.
"Looking for work?" the girl asks.
"Yeah..." the arsonist responds.
"I think I might have a job for you."