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Edward Morgan Blake // The Comedian (allajoke) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-15 15:07:00

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Who: The Comedian (Open, especially to Laurie)
What: Waiting for Laurie
When: Early Evening
Where: Bar near the housing
Warnings: The Comedian has a foul mouth and there will be spoilers for Watchmen

He went to the bar dressed as The Comedian. Eddie rarely went out in public without his mask. It wasn't so much that it was a security blanket, just that he liked being able to kick people's asses when he needed (or wanted) to without fear of any repercussions. At least where (and when) he was from, the mask inspired a fearful respect out of the general population. He wasn't sure if it was working the same here, but Eddie's large size did the job where the mask couldn't. He was built like a line backer and still in fabulous shape, despite being in his 50s.

And Eddie was nervous. That was something that very rarely happened. It didn't show, he'd be damned if he let it show, but there was a touch of nerves all the same. He was sitting at a table in the far corner of the bar, cigar in hand and a scotch sitting on the table in front of him. He was waiting for his daughter... No. Laurie. He was waiting for Laurie. The second Silk Spectre. Sally had made it perfectly clear that Laurie was all she would ever be to him, nothing more. And be damned if he didn't respect that woman's wishes. But it was Laurie's idea to meet him here. He'd just agreed to a request made by someone he used to fight crime with. That was all.

Though he wondered what she knew by now and what she didn't. He'd never mentioned anything to her, but had her mother? And if so, just how much of the gory history had her mother told? He took a swig of his drink, downing a little too much a little too fast. And yet the alcohol still wasn't having much of an effect. He'd been drinking too heavily for too long to get tipsy that easily. He cast an annoyed glance down at the pen and pad of paper he'd had to dig up to bring with him to use to talk and puffed on his cigar. This was going to be interesting.

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rarerthanaquark
2009-06-15 11:31 pm UTC (link)

It seemed better to go dressed as Silk Spectre than as Laurie, particularly when meeting with the Comedian...and in a bar of all places. She hadn't really had any experiences with bars that hadn't ended in fighting some creeps. And it just seemed easier to fight in costume, rather than out. There was something intimidating about a woman in black and yellow latex and spiky heels, particularly if she was breaking your arm. People were just less likely to mess with you if you dressed like you could do serious damage. She threw a black leather coat on over her costume and headed to the bar where she'd told Eddie to meet her.

She was nervous about meeting him, especially knowing now that he was her father, and that he was from a much earlier time than her. Still, she needed to deal with the lingering emotions from finding out the truth. And she couldn't do that without talking to Eddie. Some small part of her still hated him for what he'd done to her mother, but she'd gotten past most of that. Now all that was left was the pain of finding out that most of her life had been a lie and that she'd lost the chance to know Eddie as her father.

She walked into the bar, taking a seat next to Eddie and pulling out a cigarette. She took a pad of paper and a pen from her jacket pocket and wrote down a greeting.

Hello, Eddie.

She looked at it, scratched it out and crumpled up the paper, starting over. All or nothing, right? She slid the paper over to him this time, letting him see what it said.

Hello, dad.

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allajoke
2009-06-16 12:34 pm UTC (link)

He saw Laurie as soon as she stepped inside the bar. Damn but if she didn't look just like her mom. Just as beautiful, but could just as surely kick someone's ass when it came down to it. He liked to think that maybe, just maybe, a little of her toughness came from him, even if she didn't know it.

Eddie looked down at the note. Only a trained eye could have seen the eyes behind the mask go ever so slightly wider and his breathing momentarily stop. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, considering this. Had he been able to speak, he might have let out a quiet "Oh my God" before he was able to catch himself. Instead, he simply pulled his own paper and pen in front of him and wrote a return note. His handwriting was small and, admittedly, a little sloppy.

She told you?

He turned it around, but did not push it toward Laurie. He couldn't believe it. Just couldn't fuckin' believe it. Sally had told her? That was something he didn't see coming. It wouldn't have surprised him if Sally had told Laurie the bad things that had happened between him and her mother all those years ago, but she had told Laurie what happened later?

Secretly, Eddie Blake was glad he couldn't talk, for fear that his voice might have actually cracked. That had never happened to him before, but it just might have now. Jesus tap-dancing Christ.

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