dannyrand401 (dannyrand401) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-04-28 11:01:00 |
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We won't destroy you, no we will not destroy you...
Characters: Danny Rand, NPC- Luke Cage, OT: Any non-villains, Danny would have made special point of inviting Scott Summers, Professor X, Moira Mctaggart, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Nick Fury
Setting: Kun Lun Plaza, Central Harlem, New York
Content: PG-PG13
Summary: Danny throws a gala party after 2 years abroad. Meet and greet, possible political scheming.
Within the school was a mixture of traditional and stylish modern architecture. The main hall featured a large open bar and polished cherry floorboards. Delicate paper lanterns hung from exposed wood beams, candles twinkling. Tibetan and Chinese artwork adorned the walls. Celebrities, politicians and socialites were all in attendance, glittering with the adornments of wealth and power.
A short man with spectacles and thinning hair took his place before a small, raised podium against the far wall. He smiled and coughed softly, waiting for the murmur of conversation to die down. He fidgeted with his large purple bowtie, before leaning toward the microphone.
“Uh, good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m Jeryn Hogarth, and I’d like to welcome you all to tonight’s gala fundraiser, on behalf of the Immortal Optimism Fund.” There was a polite smattering of applause, and Jeryn nodded in appreciation.
“But before I tell you about our charity- I’d like to draw attention to one person in particular. He’s just returned after being away from us for far too long. Please welcome Danny Rand!”
The audience applauded as Danny Rand joined Jeryn at the podium. He shook his old friend’s hand then turned to wave at the crowd. His blond hair was cut short, and he wore a close-cropped beard and moustache. His good-natured features were creased in a smile, although he came off as slightly shy. He shifted uncomfortably and nodded, until the applause gradually died down.
“Thanks a lot everybody,” he said, his voice muffled slightly from standing too close to the microphone. He adjusted it, and continued. “Uh- yeah that’s better. I-I just wanted to thank everyone, for coming out this evening. As you’ll hear from Jeryn- he won’t speak for too long, I promise-“ he said with a wry grin, “-you’ll hear about the amazing things that he and IOF have accomplished in just two short years. So I ask that you open your minds and hearts to our cause…and hopefully your wallets too.” Chuckles erupted from the crowd. He laughed as well, but then straightened his features into earnestness “But seriously, I’d just like to emphasize the importance this school- and the IOF- have for me. I can categorically say that this is worthiest cause that I’ve ever been attached to- as Daniel Rand, and as Iron Fist. So have a great night, and thanks for coming, and it’s great to be back home!!”
Thunderous applause and cheers swept over him, as Danny stepped down from the podium. After what felt like introducing himself to a thousand different people in under thirty minutes, he was finally able to slip out of sight. He made his way to a secluded nook at the rear of the hall, where there sat a set of silver elevator doors. Although normally a numeric code was required, tonight he simply hit the button and waited.
As the doors closed behind him, Danny sighed heavily and rubbed his face with both hands. He punched the top button- marked 6- and watched the floors change on the display above him. He managed to wrestle his bow-tie loose and unbutton his collar, before the doors finally opened.
He was met by cries of ‘Danny!’ and ‘Hello!’ from the crowd who waited within his apartment. He shook hands and embraced friends as he stepped gratefully into his home, once more.
A glance around the messy abode seemed to speak volumes about its owner. An ancient kung fu sword hung in a glass display case, a surfboard below it.
A vintage Coke-a-Cola sign glowed next to a pair of weathered boxing gloves Next to them- partially obscured- was a picture of Muhammad Ali wearing the very same gloves.
Posters of Bruce Lee and Humphrey Bogart faced each other across the dining room. The fridge- an old icebox with a silver handle- bore obnoxious stickers and dozens of photographs. Smiling children with missing teeth waved from the streets of Hong Kong, a weathered old Afghan man raised a glass of tea with a younger Danny, Luke Cage grinned as he gripped a costumed Iron Fist in a headlock. Frozen moments of a life, displayed freely for all to see.
The apartment served as a kind of “VIP” section for the gala, with a classic Danny twist. While the high and mighty endured Jeryn's speech below, the real guests were up here. The owner of a nearby barbershop chatted with an elderly Wushu master, a police detective hit on a social worker, Ben Urich- editor of Frontline- found himself speaking with two local reverends.
The lights of the city twinkled all around, as people milled around bonsai garden which covered the large rooftop. The only vegetation Danny could readily identify were the four great cherry blossom trees- the rest were a wonderful mystery. Tacky white Christmas lights snaked around bushes and lined the glass railing at the perimeter of the rooftop. All in all, it was a rather strange and uncouth scene. And Danny wouldn’t trade it for the world.