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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-18 22:58:00

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!log, bob falfa, cameron, cinderella, cloud strife, galen, gwen cooper, ianto jones, jack harkness, kurt wagner, light yagami, linda carter, roger smith, selina kyle, terry mcginnis, tony stark, zatanna zatara

Who: Tony Stark and OPEN TO EVERYONE
What: A day at the races
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The World's Fair
Warnings: None
OOC: See here and feel free to post separate threads!

Living within the bubble of his social circle meant that Tony didn't meet many new people on a daily basis. He tended to know the names or faces of each person he interacted with from day to day, and if they were new in his life then more often than not they were women. Women entered and left his life through the revolving door at the entrance to Stark Industries. Normal people, on the other hand, they were hard to come by. He didn't lack for company --Misty and Ianto certainly kept his life interesting-- but they were only two of what he was slowly realising were many people stranded in New York, outside of their own times and locales. While giving to charities was certainly a plus and he would never turn down the opportunity to drive a car extremely fast, the real purpose of the race, in Tony's mind, was to mingle. He wanted to know what was going on in his city.

He didn't blend into crowds particularly well, what with his distinctive facial hair and blue, Stark Industries racing jumpsuit, but this was still more new people than he'd been around in ages. The jumpsuit was quick to fall down at his waist once Tony had jumped off stage after saying the necessary few words about the importance of philanthropy, human responsibility and giving the winners their checks. He slid the sleeves down and tied them haphazardly around his waist before wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. There was a change of clothes waiting for him somewhere, but after fifty laps of the track he wasn't so eager to be confined again too quickly. His thin undershirt was good enough for the moment, even with the arc reactor glowing visibly beneath the surface. It was a conversation starter... of a sort.

The main pavilion was bustling when he finally made it in that direction. Unnoticed at first, that was spoiled when a pretty, female reporter approached him and asked yet again if Stark Industries had anything to do with the new building complex that had gone up in Midtown. Tony wasn't sure in just how many languages he could tell these people, "I had nothing to do with it." Just as curious as the next person, the only reason he wasn't there examining the building himself was his prior obligation and plan to the race that afternoon. He could have slipped away then to see it, but not only would Misty have his neck, it would have defeated the purpose of being there at all. Tony continued his walk, a leisurely pace set towards the Globe and fountain at the center of the fair.

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thatdarncat
2011-06-19 05:18 am UTC (link)

She was perched gingerly on the edge of the fountain, trying not to look pretty and chipper instead of as miserable as she felt. Large black hat, small black dress, the highest heeled black shoes she owned - what in God's name was she thinking? She avoided fanning herself with her hand, and instead skimmed her fingers along the surface of the water in the fountain. A black outfit in June. Honestly.

With a finger sliding across her forehead to wipe away sweat (a move she hoped at least looked graceful), she scanned the crowd for men she recognized from the newspaper or from work. Or anyone who looked like they had liquid assets, really.

"Hmm. Handsome. Ooh, very handsome - ooh, mechanic, damn. Nice watch - upper middle class. Nice shoes. Racer. He looks famili-...is that-?"

And there he was. One of the richest - well, probably the richest man she had ever seen in person, at least since she had seen Bruce Wayne that one time. And what was he wearing? She supposed it was no surprise - it's not like he could wear a suit during a race.

No matter what clothes he wore, this was big. This could be her meal ticket from here on out. She smoothed her dress and crossed her legs. Placing her hand behind her head, she raised her chin, Audrey Hepburn on her mind.

"Let him come to you," she thought, resisting the urge to chuckle with her own sudden nervousness, "Oh God above, let him come to you,"

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sansiron
2011-06-19 05:44 am UTC (link)

There was little need for prayer. When was the last time Tony Stark had failed to notice a beautiful woman? There were more than a few looking at him now, in fact, and he saw them all. It was hard to miss them when they gawked-- wide eyed shock could turn even the prettiest girl's face. Unique about the woman in black was that she didn't appear to be gawking. The rim of her hat made it difficult to tell completely, but she appeared to be more interested in the world around her than him. Used to being the center of attention, that never failed to pique his interest at least slightly.

Mingling with the crowds would wait for a moment. Besides, for all he knew, she was one of the many stranded in New York. Approaching her could prove useful.

That he was wearing nothing more than his jumpsuit and an undershirt didn't bother him. The women at work had seen him in less and in worse states (though, it seemed that if Ianto had anything to say about it, that would soon cease to be the case) and he was still Tony Stark. He was one of the richest men in the city and rather charming when outside of his labs and away from anything that moved by itself or had a combustible engine. That wouldn't be changing any time soon, no matter what he wore.

Tony walked up to the fountain, pausing a few feet from the lady in black. He leaned over, cupping a hand into the water and bringing it up to his face. His fingers ran back through his hair and then wiped his brow again with the back of his hand.

"Excuse me," he said when he finally glanced over at her, apologising for any droplets of water he might have sprayed in her direction.

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thatdarncat
2011-06-19 07:40 am UTC (link)

"Oh God here he comes, oh God."

She didn't look at him - and she had to admit, it was difficult. She had heard that he was handsome, seen pictures of him on television and in the newspaper, but seeing him in person was quite different. She had never really been one for facial hair, but on Tony it looked rakish and debonair. She let her eyes flick to him for just a moment as he reached down into the water. Disheveled definitely worked on him.

A few drops splashed onto her cheek. She relished it - even the briefest release from this God-awful heat was wonderful. She pretended to be just a touch peeved, however, and gently brushed her cheek. With a slow glance upwards, she met his eyes.

She decided to play it cool. It wasn't a hard choice to make, seeing as all the other women in a thirty foot radius gaped and giggled in his direction.

"You're excused," she murmured, briefly looking him up and down. "Did you do well?" she added, glancing at the crumpled jumpsuit tied around his waist.

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sansiron
2011-06-20 03:55 am UTC (link)

"Well enough for something that didn't count," Tony answered easily. The race hadn't been much of a competition for him, so he'd taken the Aston Martin out for its debut run on it's modified engine and as such had driven far more conservatively than was his usual style. She'd come out without a scratch on her, which was more than he could say for some of the other cars. One day he was going to have to sit that one employee of his, Rex Racer, down and talk about defensive driving.

Tony noticed her glance down at the jumpsuit. "Didn't really have time to change. When you organize the race, they expect you to hand out the prizes." He grinned before tugging a bit at the suit until the white lettering spelling out his last name was visible. "Tony Stark. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss... I would say Hepburn, but for all the similarities, you're much prettier."