IC CONTACT ⟶ duplicity.

[runnerupper]

❝ Ｌｅａｖｅ ａ ｍｅｓｓａｇｅ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ Ａ－ＴＲＡＩＮ， ｂａｂｙ！𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢
𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝟿-𝟷-𝟷; 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. ❞ ( ♪ )

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[runnerupper]

I'll remember that.

un: canary

[killersong]

Hey... so... this is a bit awkward but what if I told you I may or may not need bail money in the next few days?

@a-trainofficial

[runnerupper]

[ He stares at his device and mouths what the fuck? to himself, before responding: ]

You're in fucking jail?

Re: @a-trainofficial

[killersong]

Well no. Not yet anyway

Depends if Roman goes to the cops

[runnerupper]

Well obviously don't fucking let him do that. What the fuck happened?

[killersong]

Man it’s bad. I’ve lost my shit at him. He was fucking laughing at me again. I’m fucking - man!
Man, and I’ve told him where to go. And then I’ve beaten the bastard

[runnerupper]

[ A-Train knows there's undoubtedly a lot of history here that he's missing, but man, he still does not fucking understand this whole twisted dynamic Dinah has with her boss. Damn. ]

Damn. [ Some things merit saying out loud, too. ] So now what? You need to make sure he's gonna stay fucking quiet.

[killersong]

Well that’s kinda the other thing…

[She trails off. Oh it’s bad. Awkward and bad.]

I made him suck a strap on. He’s too embarrassed to do much about it

[runnerupper]

[ That's so unexpected that it makes him snort. ]

Damn! For fucking real?! [ A laugh. ] So then you're probably gonna be fine, right? Sounds to me like it's taken care of.

[killersong]

I'm telling you. I fucking lost it. Man, I only wanted a pay rise. Then he called me a cunt and - and I just lost my shit. Kicked the hell out of him, stole his damn mask. Fucking loser's sobbing somewhere right now.

[runnerupper]

Cool, uh... [ A long pause. ] But you're like, all good now, right?

[killersong]

What? You scared I’m gonna kick you in the balls too?

[Dinah grins]

I can think of a lot more fun things I wanna do to you.

[Dinah’s still being ruled by her emotions and when it comes to A-Train, it’s pure unbridled lust.]

[runnerupper]

Please. Nah, I'm not scared... [ Well. Maybe a little. ] Just, y'know, still gotta make sure you're okay, don't I?

[ He's clearly going to have to be a little more careful and on his guard around her from now on, given that now he really can't tell how she might react to ever finding out some of the stuff he's done in the past -- not that those weren't accidents, or that he didn't have good reasons! -- but A-Train's had a lot of practice with that, it'll be fine; he knows how to play nice.

And, similarly, he's also still very attracted to her, so that always helps in overlooking nearly anything. ]

Yeah? [ A grin in his voice now too. ] You got any examples for me?

[killersong]

[Good job Dinah is completely oblivious to that then!

She grins.]

Oh, you mean a little something like this?

[She’s in a sports bra as usual , and she lets the camera pan down to her toned abs]

Not quite what you had in mind, huh?

[runnerupper]

Are you kidding? This is probably one of my new favorite views.

[ See? Playing nice. Not that he really has to make any effort to flirt with her, that part comes pretty damn naturally. ]

Is it my turn?

[killersong]

[Dinah smiles cheekily]

Oh I was absolutely counting on you doing that!

[runnerupper]

[ He turns the video on, flexing for the screen, then laughs. ]

You take off yours and I'll take off mine.

probably nsfw links

[killersong]

Man, you are such a damn tease.

[She laughs though.]

Yeah? We playing that game again? You know I always win it.

[Good job she's still locked in Roman's Red Room. There's a whole host of toys and shit in there, there's a bed, but more importantly, it's private. She smiles as she pulls her crop top over her head, revealing her bra. The body chain she's wearing round her neck quite clearly disappears into the bra, linking to her nipple piercings before coming out the other side and circling her toned waist.]

Your turn, big boy.

[runnerupper]

[ A-Train bites his lip, grinning as he takes a few moments to really appreciate the view -- that chain and those piercings, man... who wouldn't love that view? -- then raises both his eyebrows in an expression of mock-offense, an excuse me? challenge accepted sort of look. ]

Would a fucking tease do all this, though?

[ He's smirking though, all playful banter, then the image suddenly flickers, blurs, and it's like his shirt just disappeared, hand resting on his belt as if already prepared to lose that too. ]

Cuz I don't think so.

[killersong]

All this?

[She's not even going to pretend that she's not attracted to him. She smirks]

Good fucking job not everything happens that fast. You gonna lose them too? Let me see what I'm missing right now?

@rey

[forcevisions]

Do you want to meet?

@a-trainofficial

[runnerupper]

[ Although this isn't something he actually realizes until them moment that it happens, he's glad to hear from her; his conversation with Rey on the D/S finder was one of the more interesting (read: not dumb as fuck) that he's had in Duplicity, he's glad he's not the only person here just blindly swallowing all the ominous "it's random / nobody knows" bullshit this city seems intent on feeding them. ]

yeah.
got a place? drop me a pin n i'll be there inna sec

[forcevisions]

Wherever?
That's bold, around here.
I could be sending you to a torture dungeon.

[ but she does send her location, and while it's yet unlabeled on the map (these businesses turn over so quickly!), it is not a torture dungeon. it's just scratch's gym. she's climbing out of the ring at the moment and figures by the time he makes it there, she'll be done in the showers. they can walk from there to somewhere more fitting what she has in mind once she gets a feeling for what he's interested in. he's new, after all. ]

[runnerupper]

[ See, one perk (of admittedly many) to being a speedster is that A-Train can arrive, circle the entire perimeter, perform reconnaissance, and scout out for any ambushes / hidden back-up before making his presence known, which is what he does do this time too, even though he doesn't particularly suspect Rey of laying a trap for him. He may be paranoid, but he's not that paranoid; what possible reason could she even have, after one conversation?

So, all that taken care of, he bursts inside the doors like a temperamental gust of wind, stopping on a dime right at the shower's edge, exactly as far away as he'd need to be not to get misted by the spray. ]

Whoa.

[ When he'd been scoping the place out, he hadn't thought the person in the showers would be her; after a beat of silence it finally occurs to him to "respectfully" avert his gaze down toward the tiled floor, hands on his hips, one foot tapping restlessly. ]

Okay, uh, so did I like, get the time wrong or somethin'...?

THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PATCH'S GYM whatever you figured it out

[forcevisions]

[ fortunately for a-train, she's been in the city long enough to be more confused than scandalized by the intrusion. she hadn't figured he'd come into the locker rooms of the gym, no matter where she put her pin, and frankly that's on her. but it's —

well, he'd gotten here so quickly. that's the part that doesn't make sense. once she has processed that he's indeed here, she grabs her towel from over the edge of the shower stall and wraps it around herself, stepping out. ]

I didn't see you in the ring. [ she puts it as bluntly as she can before arriving at her best conclusion. ] Were you — Are you following me? [ a little incredulous sputtering on, ] How did you get here so quickly?

[ she's certainly not going to apologize for not being ready because if he'd taken a normal human amount of time, she would have been. obviously, this is his fault. ]