11859/After the bomb(s)

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After the bomb(s)
Date of Scene: 03 July 2022
Location: Garment District
Synopsis: Post Fight Shopping. Yay!
Cast of Characters: Heather Danielson, Gabby Kinney




Heather Danielson has posed:
    And so, having ripped the shopping bag full of stolen merchandise away from Renee, Heather ended up blown out a window and into the street. But the saved hundreds of thousands of dollars of jewelry. So she got back to her feet, healing again... most of her outfit blown away by Renee's plasma bombs.... fortunately, her Titans uniform unitard was worn under her civilian clothing. And she peeled the last vestige of her blouse away, tossing it to the ground as she hands the bag over to the owner of the store. "Sorry about the window... and the wall." she mutters.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
The door on the side of the building that leads down to storage was nearby and it rattles a few times while Heather is handing the bag of stolen goods back to the store owner. There's a muffled oath behind it before whomever it is finally manages to get it to work. It's Gabby, the dark haired girl that had also been fighting. Though judging by the tatters of her own clothes and the fact that she wasn't sporting D cups, it's actually her and not her Clay doppleganger.

She steps out running a hand through her hair now that she's in fresh-er air and looks over to see Heather and the others with a guilty cringe. "Sorry," she offers up as well. "I really just wanted to shop today." Then with a glance she looks between the shop owner and Heather to ask, "Did anyone else get hurt? I tried to lead him off."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "You did a good job of that. He followed you like you were a steak and he was a hound dog." remarks Heather in her Midwest accent. She grins and holds a hand out to shake, "Honey Badger you say? You can't possibly be mean enough to have -that- moniker."

    But she chuckles and adds, "And I think shopping can still be on the menu today if you really like. I mean I came here for the same reason, and now I need a new outfit to wear home."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Yeah we've got a bit of history. I won out at an audition over him not too long ago and he lost his absolute mind." Gabby admits while reaching out to shake the offered hand. "I don't give up a lot though! Plus it's kind of a family name scheme to some extent," she admits with a little laugh. "Nice to meet you for real this time, Knock Out. Sorry I couldn't do more. I'm a good fighter but he's kind of... not able to be harmed by what I can do. And I just get up from what he does to me."

Looking back to her clothes she wrinkles her nose. "Maybe not a bad idea. I was intending to buy a whole new wardrobe since I'm gonna be eighteen soon. Time for more than jeans and tshirts at least," she points out with a broad grin of her own.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Blinking, Heather smiles... more of a beaming smile, "You are in show biz too?!" she asks, "It really is a small world. But yeah, that's about all I have too. I heal real fast and I'm strong. If he can't really be hurt by punches then what's a girl to do, eh?"

    "And geez, I'm sorry about my lame moniker. I didn't pick it.. when I got shot on a photo shoot and my healing powers first manifested... some reporter gave me the name and it stuck. But... I -am- on the Titans. Or more to the point they took pity on me and let me join to help do their PR and such." She shrugs, "Since being strong is kinda all I do in a fight, and of all of the -strong- Titans, I am five to ten times weaker than the next one up from me... kinda takes the wind out of the sails, y'know?"

    But she doesn't let that keep her down. "Well, I'm nineteen now. What say you let me treat you to a whole new wardrobe?" A pause and she mutters, "I'm kinda rich."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Well. No, not really," Gabby has to admit with a little shrug at the mention of show biz. "It was a casting call for some extras in a movie. I thought it would be fun to try," she explains with a helpless little shrug. "Not something big or anything. But apparently they liked my acting and wanted to give me a slightly bigger spot and he got all butt hurt that they didn't recognize his 'talent' and accused me of using my youth and 'big boobs'." At this she pauses meeting Heather's gaze. Then looks down to her chest pointedly. It was not large by any means. "Then he held a family hostage until I said I wouldn't take the part."

She grins in response to the name issue, shaking her head. "My first name was 'Dropbear' so let's not talk about odd monikers. Knockout is actually a pretty cool one. Layers of meaning." At the offer of treating her to the wardrobe she chuckles. "How about at least some fashion help? A lot of my relatives have too much money to their name and they really want to treat me, too, but I gotta admit I could use help in looking... uh. Nicer."

"Oh, yeah, my real name's Gabby though."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Heather." says the blonde. "And I'd be glad to help out however I could. Us show girls gotta stick together, right?" she asks with a grin as she offers an elbow in a whole showy way. "Now come on. I am already thinking of ways we could use your gorgeous hair to offset the colors of tops and such."

    And that said, she looks back to the ruined jewelry store, "God, I hope folks in New York have Meta Attack insurance or whatever. But how about we try that shop over there?" She asks with a gesture to something more like a private boutique than like... Target or even The Gap.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grins warmly in return, and steps over to take the offered elbow with her head held loftily. It didn't do much to increase her height any but it was still fun. "Oh I'm sure they do, this stuff happens a lot. Not too much, but enough. New York is like the capital of insurance culture too. If that's a thing. Is it a thing?" she ponders over it thoughtfully only to shake herself out of her thoughts.

"Sure! That place looks good. And not at all threatening or filled with bomb people. So do you know Nick Drago? I bodyguarded for him for awhile."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "The name sounds familiar. But I have only done like a single movie.. and it was a -terrible- movie. Some B action thing, and all I got to be was the helpless girlfriend getting rescued. It was enough for me to know I didn't want to try to do Hollywood. I'm happy with my modeling and the Titans."

    "You know, it is amazing how good it is that such a place has no bomb people. I hope you'll excuse me for saying it but that lady was a class A bitch." And then inside! Blouses, tanktops, and all that jazz. "So you do bodyguard work at the age of seventeen? That seems odd."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Oh no, I sixteen at the time," Gabby corrects as her gaze sweeps around the room taking in all the various tops that weren't t-shirts. Oh sure there were some but they were far thinner and with v-necks as opposed to the sort she usually wore. "I've got a long history but I've been trained to fight since I was created. Er. A kid. Since I was a kid."

Pointing toward a top she declares, "Oh that's a great color!" It was neon green so maybe not so great. "I don't think I could get away with it plus it's very high visibility but it's a great color." Lightly clearing her throat she looks back to Heather with a little shrug.

"Nick's more a musician type anyway. I know a guy who ran security for him and he knew my skills were up to par, so gave me some under the table work. No one suspects a kid of being security after all. That's kind of why I've been trying other things, though. I have *no* idea what I want to do in my future." A pause, before she adds, "Other than the heroing thing."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Laughing, Heather shakes her head, "I was thinking of something like gray or beige to go with your dark hair. There are times I thought about dying mine darker. It'd be easier to match things to it but... my agent tells me folks like my natural blonde." she admits.

    "But yeah, I've had some real basic karate and tae kwon do training. But I just started a Krav Maga class. It's a -lot- different." she admits. "I grew up a cheerleader, not a bodyguard. I just happened to have the luck of getting something stuck in my blood that changed me." She shrugs, "But long as I do good with what I got, right?" She asks with a grin.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Krav Maga is good, but also try some Systema. They work well together and are all about ending a fight quick," Gabby suggests helpfully. "If you need any help practicing I can help! Like I said, been doing this for a long time." Looking down to her clothes she considers with a nod. "My sister wears black a lot. I think it's about the only color she has really. Good base of things but I do want a BIT more color in my life."

Looking back to Heather she glances the woman over a time or two thoughtfully. "Yeah blonde looks good on you. My oldest sister is blonde, but the rest of us are all dark haired. Oh, other than one brother. They're the only blondes. And I have one sister that's albino. I'm a mutant so my powers came with puberty," she explains with a grin. "But it's nothing flashy. You work with what you got."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, where it comes from isn't important. All that matters is how you use whatcha got. And you're protectin' folks so good on you." offers Heather with a grin and a thumbs up.

    Then she dives into the idea of shopping. "Oh, maybe a dark green vest over a gray blouse for you? For colder months that is." She suggests, holding up her ideas for that. "Maybe with blue jeans?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney considers that a long moment only to nod in ready agreement. "Yeah. Trying to help where I can... I think I stretch myself thin too much, but I wouldn't really want to be doing anything else." Her attention pulls away from the atrociously colored shirt to consider the idea suggested. "Maybe? I have jeans down pat, and leggings. Maybe jeggings? Are those still a thing?"

"For now though I think a shirt or two so I'm not looking too ragged out there. Maybe just a tanktop for now," she reasons while fingering a ribbed knit in a raspberry color.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Sure, that could work too but.. girl, I don't think Jeggings ever -were- a thing, and if they were, then I am lucky that I missed the three days they were popular." suggests Heather with a smirk.

    "I am going to see if I can locate something blue or silver or... blue -and- silver." she says as she steps off to one side to work her way through a rack or two.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney laughs at the response. "Okay good point. I didn't get to express myself a lot so kind of went wild when I was allowed to." To indicate what she means, she leans a foot out wiggling her ankle to display her hightops which were rather modified by paint, sharpies, and colorful shoe laces. "I'll keep my color choices down to darker ones for now. I like this one," she decides going with that raspberry top. "It's not -red- red, but still colorful."

While they part ways she calls out, "You can always add silver!" She's already meandering toward skirts though.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Now red.. Red is good. As is blue. They work for my two favorite sports teams." offers Heather with a smirk. "But I am from Missouri so.. most New Yorkers think that if it doesn't involve the Yankees, it doesn't count." She snorts and shakes her head, "Trust me, the cardinals are a great team." she says a tiny bit too emphatically. "But I digress. It's actually kinda funny on days when the cubs -and- blackhawks are in St Louis... cubs wear blue, blackhawks wear red. Cards wear red, blues wear blue. So you see people wearing the color of one team.. it might be the enemy, or your team, and it's really hard to tell until you get in close."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney nods in agreement as she pauses to finger a long flowy skirt with some watercolor flowers on the whispy fabric. "This is cute. Right? Yeah, one of my brothers does red. Says it hides the blood. Er..." Her gaze sweeps over to the shop keeper to flash a sheepish smile. "Sports teams right?"

A glance is shot back toward Heather nodding in apparent agreement. "Never really watched anything other than hockey, or the school baseball games. Those were wild. You got a favorite?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Don't worry. I bleed a lot too." admits Heather. "Doesn't mean it don't hurt. But pain is an old friend by now." She says this as she leans in to look at the skirt, "I don't think -I- could pull that off, but I think you would rock it." she admits.

    And then she grins, "Love me some hockey -and- baseball. So yeah. You gimme your number, and the next time -my- team is in town, I'll treat us both to tickets. Whatcha say?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney goes from touching the skirt gently to plucking up the hanger with a decisive nod. "I'll give it a shot, then! I want a few nicer things to hopefully start uh, maybe dating. Maybe. If I find someone. Plus it's super soft," she has to admit quietly looking at it once more.

Mention of sharing phone numbers earns a quick nod. "Oh sure! I know Terry too, I usually send him a lot of kitty memes. Because. Cat." She does fish her phone out at least to pull up her text screen. "Gimme your number and I'll shoot you a text real quick. I'd love to see a game some time!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Grinning at the skirt, Heather nods, "Go try it on and I'll see if I Can find something with blue and silver for myself." she suggests before she pulls out her own phone, "Three one four. <insert 7 digits here>." Yeah, she still has a St Louis phone. But with wireless phones, who needs a local one, right?

    That done, she adds, "I love cats, but also dogs. Yes, I like both.. get over it." she adds with a smirk.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Doggos are the best, but they don't meme as well," Gabby states with a solemn nod as she scoots toward the dressing room with a broad grin. The phone number is input of course, and she does shoot off a quick text of 'Hello from the other side!' jokingly. Because she's lame like that.