too fast for you (laterhater) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-27 19:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | black cat, speed |
Who: Felicia Hardy and Tommy Shepherd
Where: Deli, Gotham City
When: Wednesday afternoon, June 27th
What: Random lunch meetings. We're mostly sure it'll be sans thievery and explosions.
Rating: PG-13
Tommy didn't know what compelled him to run over to Jersey this morning or why he ended up sitting outside his old house for a good ten minutes. (Okay, he had a pretty good idea but he wasn't about to cop to it.) As soon as he'd fully registered what he was doing, Tommy had taken off again. He didn't bother to dart around the old neighborhood. Nostalgia was overrated. But he wasn't exactly in the mood to head back to New York.
He'd stretched his legs a bit, taking advantage of the summer day, and eventually figured he should grab some lunch. He hadn't even realized he was in the city of doom and gloom (and bats) until he caught sight of one the highway signs. Huh. In the light of day, Gotham looked almost normal.
The deli he'd stopped in was packed. He figured it probably had something to do with the sandwich board out front that proudly declared "LUNCH SPECIAL $5" in brightly colored grease pen. But for all its advertising, the store was little more than a hole in the wall. Along one wall was a long display which held lunch meat, salads and other specialties to buy. A long chalkboard was posted over head and served as the place's menu.
At the back was a small sandwich bar with someone taking carry out orders and off to one side was a cash register crammed next to a display of assorted potato chips. In one corner was a small small seating area crammed with wrought iron chairs and even smaller table tops. It looked as if someone had brought garden furniture indoors.
Tommy managed to make his way through the crowd (mostly business suits) only occasionally needing to elbow people out of the way. The ticket dispenser was even one of the retro looking red things. He grabbed a slip of paper then got out of the flow of traffic. He grabbed a soda out of the refrigerated case, twisted it open and took a drink.
Finally, he looked down at the little slip of paper in his hand. It read '78' and the red digital display currently read '57'. "Oh man," he muttered. "This is going to take forever."