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

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Entry tags:!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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Re: Open
[info]roger_smith
2011-06-21 01:35 am UTC (link)
When all was said and done, Roger was happy about the results. The Griffon was a sturdy, fast piece of art, but when all was said and done, racecar was not its primary function. Seventh place was a pretty decent result in his eyes.

Besides, racing had only been one of his reasons to show up. He wanted to see and be seen. He wanted prospective clients to see he was more than a pretty boy in a fancy suit - or the brown and beige casual outfit he had chosen to wear today. He wanted to show he was not afraid of taking chances and getting his hands dirty if circunstances called for it. After the race, he spent a few minutes examining his vehicle. There were some dents and a rearview mirror that could have used some replacing, but nothing serious. He would need to look into it later, but first, a cold drink and maybe soimething to eat.

As he made his way around the area, a man caught his attention. A fellow racer.

“That was a good race,” he said as he stopped by the driver.

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Re: Open
[info]55chevy
2011-06-22 04:21 pm UTC (link)
Bob nodded as greeting towards the newcomer-- a man who he recognized as one of the fellow racers. His car had been black, like Bob's own, but of a make and model Bob didn't recognize.

"Eh," Bob shrugged, "I'd've liked a better result, but it ain't no skin off my back." Standing up straight, Bob extended his hand to shake as he introduced himself. "Name's Bob Falfa. Say, that's some ride you've got. Never seen nothin' like her."

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Re: Open
[info]roger_smith
2011-06-27 12:39 pm UTC (link)
"Winning would have been great," Roger admitted, shaking the offered hand. "But there's always the next time. I'm Roger Smith. My car and I are not from around here I'm afraid." He looked at the vehicle behind Bob. "You got a very nice ride too."

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Re: Open
[info]55chevy
2011-06-27 07:13 pm UTC (link)
Bob smiled at the compliment and regarded his car fondly. Of course he's got a nice ride. The nicest. "Yeah, she's the best." He patted the hood then turned back to the other racer, this Roger Smith fella.

"Not from around here?" Bob asked, rubbing his chin in thought. "Seems to be a lot o' that goin' around. Met a blonde the other day who said the same thing. Plus that colored woman who won second place? Ain't natural." He paused to wink at Roger and added, "Damn sexy, but not natural."

With a shrug, Bob stood up and clapped a hand on Roger's shoulder. "Not like I mind, anyway. Would love to have a bird like that in my ride. Color don't matter to me."

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