It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
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bakerstreet2012-05-05 11:11 pm
06 u///u i hope you're okay with OCs
[Every new city had its own flavor. If she had to describe Gotham it would be like black licorice. Looked like a candyland, but once you took a good bite out of it you realized how bitter it was. She did her best to keep to the ‘sweeter’ parts, so to say, avoid the dark alleyways. It wasn’t that she was necessarily scared, just that she wanted to avoid trouble. She had heard odd rumors about Gotham—rather how crime was taken care of here. No need to bring attention to herself.
Nike hadn’t settled down in any single place for a while now, she had been on the run from a lot of things. Most especially the things she couldn’t escape, her own demons—her darkest memories. She hadn’t really found any place which could help chase them away.
And tonight was no exception. It wasn’t the lack of a proper bed which made it hard for Nike to sleep, no she could sleep on concrete if need be, rather the haunting images in her head seemed clearer tonight. Much more vivid and real.
Well, there was no point in waiting around for sleep to hit her, time to find a different section of the city to melt into. She hauls herself up to her feet and stretches out all the kinks in her back. Athena isn’t too far behind her as she begins to move out on to the street, gathering her hoodie tightly around her form.
And it looks like she’s a bit more engrossed in her own thoughts than usual tonight, because wouldn’t you know it. She bumps right into Bruce.]
Whoa-! [Staggering back, grabbing on to her glasses as she stumbles.] Uh… didn’t see y'there. Sorry.
[HERP.]
absolutely! :D
When the woman stumbles into him, he catches her, a hand at her elbow, another at her waist, steadying, as the patented Bruce Wayne smile slides into place.]
Oh, no need to apologize, I should have looked where I was going. Are you alright?
8D YAY! ♥ Bruces are so hard to find
Yeah, I'm fine. I've been knocked into harder than tha-- [This is the point where she looks up and realizes-- oh. She's just bumped into "the" Bruce Wayne.
She may not be from around here, but even she knew what his face looked like.] --t.
[Okay. Now this is the point where she should be polite. Not bring up the fact that he's "richandfamous" and be on her way. No harm, no foul.]
Huh, never expected t'see a guy like you wanderin' the streets this late at night.
[Or that. She could do that too.]
awww. well, he's kind of intimidating muse-wise, so I can understand that. :/
Yeah, I've been told it's a bad idea. Alfred tried to get me a cab at least, but I thought it was such a nice night, why waste it?
...You've got me at a disadvantage though.
yeah definitely. Well |D At least I know there's a few around ♥♥♥
S'long as y'think you can take care of yourself, I don't see the harm.
[ At his question, she raises and eyebrow and gives something of a grin]
The name's Nike. Nike Crawford-Marine. [She holds out her hand to him, handshakes only polite at this point]
true! ...I can't remember the last one I've seen around, actually. :(
[Understatement of the year.]
The city can be a dangerous place sometimes.
[He shakes her hand easily, the patented Bruce smile softening into something a little more personal.]
Lovely to meet you, Miss. So do you live here, or are you just visiting?
Hoping more pop up once the Dark Knight Rises come out! I have a Bruce and Babs but Nike is my main
Yeah with all the press you guys get, I'm not surprised he's a bit jumpy.
[She waves her hand at the "miss"]
Please, Nike suits me just fine. I'm not one for formalities, Mr. Wayne.
And I'm just... visitin'. [Sorta the truth. Explaining that you're a homeless runaway wasn't exactly the easiest thing. It was something she actively avoided.] Y'know seeing the sights and all that usual touristy stuff. [In the middle of the night. In a hoodie. ...By herself.
I'll buy it. Sure, why not?]
guhhhh. I WANT A COMMISSIONER GORDON TO PLAY OFF OF. SO.BAD. Also Fox. I would kill for Fox.
There's not much to see at night, Nike. Not unless you know where to look, anyway. [No, it's not a reprimand, or even that much of a poke at the hole in her story. He's just curious now.]
...I may know a Gordon. Who would kill puppies to have a Bruce/Bats to play against...
And you don't know what I'm lookin' for, could be somethin' completely off your charts. [Nope. Nike's got nothin'. She's not a terribly good liar at the best of times. And this was less than the best of times]
ffffff omg. *grabby hands*
[Teasing, although he's legitimately curious.]
I have passed the message along :|b
She stretches her arms over her head before settling into a bit of a more relaxed posed]
Peace of mind.
woohoo!
[And now there's a hint of the real Bruce, the one all too familiar with the need.]
c; ♥
I dunno, myself, I guess.
[She may be talking casually but there's a bit of an undertone, lost and insecure that belies her attitude.
She's been searching for answers, but hasn't found any. She's not sure she should even try to find those answers any longer.
Still, humor was her method of covering up any painful memories--]
Why? Y'got some place y'can find that locally?
<3
Heee~ I see you met muh Gordon ♥
Suppose it's never that easy.
[A glance out of the corner of her eyes]
Got any other recommendations for late night sight-seein' then?
I did! EEEE
But what the hell.]
I know of a few, sure. How good are you with heights?
x3 I lahve bringin' people together.
Her first magic instructor, Louie, had thrown her off a building to get her used to heights. Fond memories.]
More than good. I can handle whatever y'give me.
<3 MATCHMAKER MATCHMAKER MAKE ME A MATCH
[He holds out his arm; no reason not to be gentlemanly, even if they're just going to go climbing around places that are a little less clean than his clothes should tolerate.]
Milady?
...AND THEN MY MULAN MUSE TWITCHED OUT OF FEAR.
Such chivalry.
[Taking his arm now.]
awww, poor bb. NO MATCHMAKING FOR YOU, PROMISE.
[...It's a joke. But he leads her down the street and around towards one of the higher buildings, one of those art-decco things built in Gotham's heyday that mostly just looks out of place these days.]
WOOOO THEN THE MATCH MAKING IS UP TO US!
[Teasing of course. And she's just going to follow willingly!]
HOORAY!
[And not much later they come to the entrance, and from there it's a subdued break-in (which looks like he just let himself in because...that's really pretty much what happened.) and a trip in the elevator up to the roof! Oh man. How exciting. ...It pays to have Connections.]
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For most people. But old fashioned guys are cuter in my opinion. [Especially getting them riled up and flustered.]
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[Ohhh and here's the charm. It's reflex, hard-won, and he escorts her out onto the roof when they get there. It's not much, maybe, there's no table or chairs or really much of anything that indicates people come out here, but step out a little and she'll see why he brought her here.]
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She hadn't been in Gotham long, not long enough to take to the roof tops at least (plus there was the fact that she wasn't entire sure she wanted to risk that considering the night crowd). So this. This was new.]
Whoa.
[She walks out, closer to the edge.]
When's someone like Bruce Wayne got time t'find something like this?
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