open } { say say my playmate, won't you lay hands on me

[im_apimp]

[Hello, world. You have an Alec.

Being the social creature that he is, he's decided to go out for the evening. He's headed to Crash. Why Crash? Because that's where his friends are is the reason he's going to give, but if you really play your cards right, he could be there for a completely different reason.

Maybe he's meeting a contact, looking for something to steal. Maybe he's doing some informing to some law enforcement personnel. Or maybe he actually is just picking up a game of pool. Never know. Won't know until you try.

Feel free to bug him.]


[Open post is open. Have fun with him. ALSO, specify if we're sticking him in the post-Pulse corrupt Dark Angel universe, or whether he's molding to your characters. He's flexible. It's good for him. Also, specify if you want an actual verse that's already present.]

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[huntersdaughter]

[She doesn't actually need a reason to head to Crash, so she's there. Bugging him.]

Am I bugging you? [grin]

[im_apimp]

[smirks. he's leaning over the pool table trying to line up his shot]

Not yet.

[huntersdaughter]

[returns the smirk]

Am I distracting you?

[im_apimp]

[still lining up his shot, and the smirk turns to a grin, but he doesn't look up at her]

I don't think it's possible for you not to distract me.

[huntersdaughter]

[takes a seat on a nearby stool, taking a drink of her beer]

I think I can live with that answer.

[im_apimp]

[takes the shot, watching as the balls scatter across the table]

Good.

[huntersdaughter]

[watches]

I think you're cheating.

[im_apimp]

[glances back at her]

Am I?

[huntersdaughter]

[all-knowing lift of an eyebrow]

Yeah.

[im_apimp]

[looks over at her with a daring look]

Prove it.

[huntersdaughter]

[hums in thought]

I don't think I should have to.

[im_apimp]

Hey -- I am innocent until proven guilty. That's the law.

[huntersdaughter]

The law, which you always follow. [a glance] Right?

[im_apimp]

Of course. I am the picture of an honest citizen.

[he's totally not]

[huntersdaughter]

I'll notify the dictionary to update their definition.

[im_apimp]

[nods]

You do that.

[huntersdaughter]

Yep. I'll get right on it.

[im_apimp]

Good.

[lines up his second shot, and misses. whether it was intentional or not is up for debate]

[huntersdaughter]

You missed.

[she'll point it out for him. 8D ]

[im_apimp]

Thank you. I didn't get that when I saw the ball miss the pocket.

[smirks before handing the cue to her]

You're up.

[huntersdaughter]

[moves over to take the cue, sliding against him a bit as she goes past him toward the table]

I'm just being helpful. [bends over, lining up her shot for a lot longer than she needs to... and sinks one to the corner]

[im_apimp]

[he takes note of that, and just leans back on the table to watch her line up those shots, and making no complaints.

In fact, she could take her time]

You are. Very helpful.

[huntersdaughter]

[glances over her shoulder before she sinks another one, then stands up and moves over toward him]

I like to help.

[then she goes to line up another one and it just banks off the side]

[im_apimp]

[smirks]

I like to both help and be helped.

[huntersdaughter]

[glances to him, handing him the cue]

Well, if you need anything, let me know.