1533/A Run through the Park

A Run through the Park
Date of Scene:	05 May 2020
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	A nice run, pushing the limits, and enjoying the conversation. Many plans laid for getting rid of Grodd curing the world.
Cast of Characters:	Henry McCoy, Carrie Kelley

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Henry McCoy has posed:
This time, he'd suggested jogging in Central Park - it was nice enough out, and the world was hopefully coming back to normal soon enough. He'd offered to meet her there, possibly grab a quick lunch at a gourmet hot dog stand. Either way, it was a chance to talk to her, see her, and potentially run with her!

Henry was already at the park, wearing his jogging shorts and a t-shirt. Again, no shoes - he runs better without them. He was leaning against a tree, stretching his legs in preparation. No need to injure oneself when working out!

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Running was always something Carrie was good at. You didn't have to be a superhero to do that. Maybe that's why she enjoyed it so much, or simply for the fact that it was such a familiar way to boost endorphins. Meeting someone to run with was new to her though. So far, enjoyable as well, since she knew he was pacing himself around her. Maybe this time she could find out just how much she could push herself and him alike.

It was still chilly enough at times to warrant jogging pants, so she opted for a grey pair of those and her shoes. Along with it is a t-shirt that bore the old Reading Rainbow logo complete with the butterfly. Throwback t-shirts were all the rage and they were usually oh-so-soft and comfy.

As she approaches she grins over at Hank lifting a hand to wave in spite of it being totally unnecessary. Some habits were hard to break. "Not waiting too long I hope?" She calls out with a chuckle of amusement as she joins him to stretch down toward the ground herself. "How're you doing, Henry?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
His smile is bright when he spots her, chuckling and returning the wave. "Hey there, Carrie. Doing well, and not waiting long at all." The Beast comments, twisting at the waist to stretch in that range of motion as well. A grin at the shirt choice. "Very big fan of that show. Loved him and Bob Ross. They are good calming shows with a purpose."

More stretching! Both to encourage her, as well as to keep himself limber. "Finally getting a little sleep. I have to get to a news interview soon, I think I've got a cure for the dinosaur and gorilla dilemma." A sigh of relief, the weight of the focus clear on the man. "We caught one of the problem people who started the mess."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley grins broadly at the mention of the shirt earning a nod of agreement. "I'm a current fan of The Great British Bake Off. Even though it's a competition everyone is so nice and supportive of one another. It's rather enjoyable to watch," she has to admit as she laces her fingers together and dips down to stretch side to side. Just enough to work out any kinks before standing once more.

"Really? That's fantastic. Who was it? And do we know about the source for the gorilla yet?" In spite of the casual attire and situation there was enough room in the park around them that she felt relatively safe speaking of such things. "We were thinking Grodd for that one, but didn't have enough information to follow up on where to find him yet."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank presses his back against the tree, lifting one knee to his chest to stretch. "Well, yes, Grodd - he's behind the gorilla issues. Sauron has been taken into custody, for now." A sigh of relief. "My team mates saw to that - had to head to the Savage Land to take him down." He comments, tone low to avoid anyone accidentally overhearing.

"I don't know who's going for Grodd, but if you know someone who wants in, I can put in a word." He grins, nodding to her. "I've got serums to revert those affected to normal. I'll be getting them out to the various agencies and hospitals as needed." He looks, exhausted - but happy. "Hopefully we can have things ship-shape in no time. The information my informants provided was invaluable. If you see them, pass on my thanks?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
There's a little look that flits across Carrie's face; a look as if her suspicions had been vindicated. That was always a good feeling to konw you were on the right track after all. Even as he drops his voice to fill in with more information she gives a solemn nod and glances around herself while stretching one arm over the other. Merely stretching and not looking about.

"That's great news actually. I'm sure my sources will be delighted to hear there's a cure on the way. Which is great. Dealing with grumpy gorillas that don't like one another in the best of times..." Her head shakes lightly. Ah no she wouldn't give too much away there, she was just amused. "I think it might not hurt to tag along if allowed. We Gothamites are a suspicious bunch unless we're involved in something ourselves," she explains with a wink cast toward him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He's more than happy to give credit where it's due! Yep, more stretching, this time with his other leg. "I'll drop word to my team and let them know." He offers over, smiling to her. "It'll be good to have help and a concerted effort." That much, is true. Henry rolls his neck. "How have you been doing? Up for a bit of a run?" Now, he didn't say jog... so perhaps a bit of sprinting?

"And gorillas can get down right angry, this much I know." Personal experience, perhaps. "But hopefully the logic of the person trapped inside will help tide them over long enough to get innoculated and cured." A wry grin at the mention of Gothamites. "Is that so? I'll have to keep that in mind."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Logic is not in the wheelhouse of one of them, typically," Carrie informs with a small shake of her head lest she go on a bit TOO much about the brotherly issues that had arisen between Tim and Jason reuniting. The fact that one had recently attempted to kill the other certainly didn't help the dual gorilla factor now that they were having to play nice until a cure was found.

An eyebrow lifts at the insinuation of a run versus a jog, or similar. "Oh, I'm up for it," she assures with a sweep of her arm at Hank. "Lead the way!"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank cants his head, looking to her with a grin. "People you know, then? It always hits hardest when it is someone you know." He nods, pushing off from the tree. One last squat, and he's back up right. "We'll stick to running flat, unless you get a want to swing through the trees." He winks.

"Ready."

"Set."

"Go!"

The Beast launches into a run, staying upright to allow for conversation if she's up for it. He is by no means slow, bolting into a sprint almost immediately."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"They'll survive. They're tough boys," Carrie assures with an amused grin none the less over the situation. Hulking brutes of guys made into more hulking brutes. It really was amusing. A single dip of her head is given in understanding of the apparent race they were about to have.

"I'm a city girl, flat out is fine with me," she assures. One final tug on her ponytail to ensure it's tight is given, and she lowers her hands to her sides... Just in time for him to call out for them to start.

She's off in a flash herself managing (so far) to keep pace with him in spite of his longer stride. It was hardly the first time she had to do so.

"So this hotdog stand is how far? I'm just asking because I'm probably going to want one after all this," she points out cheerily.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's glances over his shoulder - spotting her there alongside him. A wide grin. "The other side of the park, you got the wind to make it that far?" He teases, clearly not doubting her capability. She does hop from building to building, after all! A hand extends before him, pointing to the opposite edge of the park. "He should be set right inside the edge of the park, so he can get park and sidewalk traffic."

He aptly avoids running into people - polite as can be. No trampling over picnics, either! He is pushing her to her limit, doing a sprint that would make most Olympians proud.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The pace set is met and even though she's going practically double-time to keep up with him, she pushes off with each step so that she gains as much distance between them as possible. A loping run meant to help regulate her breath as she does indeed take measured, deep lungfuls. There was no doubt that she was getting more than her fair share of cardio at the moment. It wasn't stopping her though. This little challenge was something she was up to. If anything it was just a bit easier due to not having to throw around as much body mass as he might.

That's her theory and she's sticking to it.

"Good location," she has to admit with a nod even as she swerves around a slower runner with the typical, "To your left!" warning before passing by. Never hurts to be polite. Even while her face is set to a look of fixed determination along with a broad grin. She *was* enjoying this.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He loves to run - it's evident. Whether it was on the football field, through a jungle, or parkour with her in Gotham. It was the rush, the adrenaline of moving so fast. Barefoot, big feet padding along the earth or trail - whichever they prefer. "Glad... you appreciate it." A nod to those people they are sprinting past - perhaps to alleviate any fear that they were attackers or running from something bigger.

"How often... do you get out for this sort of excercise?" He wonders, still grinning over at her. It's clear he's impressed with the focus and determination to keep up. It's no easy feat, even if her career involves leaping from buildings and defeating Gotham's worst.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Daily," comes the short reply from Carrie if only because she was having to focus on her breathing. It wasn't often she had a chance to talk during runs. When she did have to, it was with purpose. Like 'coming at you!' or 'East alley!' or the like. "Five miles in the morning, five in the afternoon, the rest all night." She was aiming mostly for speed and skill, not marathon runs. That didn't mean she couldn't keep up for awhile such as now in a straight out run across Central Park.

"Rarely WITH someone though. Usually I'm chasing."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The two make fantastic speed - getting odd looks, but Hank is used to that. About a quarter of the way to go, and he's still grinning madly. Something about the air and company. "I don't... usually have running partners either, not like this." A chuckle, veering away from a group of children playing with their parents. No need to raise an alarm!

"Almost there, Carrie... holding up?" He asks, though he's almost certain of her reply. "You can chase me if you like..." He laughs.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Thought I was?" Carrie jests back with a quick laugh even as she finds those measured breaths coming a bit quicker than before. This was a faster pace than even her five mile jogs would allow her, usually. She'd have to work on that. For now though she was anticipating the finish line with a little itch of annoyance. Maybe it was the urge for a hotdog, or maybe just to properly catch her breath. Either way she buckles down for that short distance left.

"You owe me a dog," she blurts out with a laugh as she leaps over a suspiciously dark patch of grass that might have been the leave behinds of one of the park's animal residents. She wasn't going to stop to check.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Finish line indeed! He could smell what she leapt over, and it was better that she did! He also can scent the hotdog stand, nodding in the direction. "You got it." He grins, leaning down to bear into the run now. Barreling ahead, he laughs happily at the wind rushing past his ears.

"I think... you're doing a damn fine job of keeping up." A grin. "But I have an advantage... much like Inigo." A snicker. "I can run faster on four limbs."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"You brat!" It was hard not to just blurt out the first thought that comes to mind when he announces that. There was no way she would be able to keep up with him if he were to do that... And she can easily admit it. They finally come toward the stand though allowing her to slow her pace, and double over one stopped resting her hands on her thighs. Several gulps of air later she looks up again decidedly a bit out winded in spite of her own level of fitness. "I'm going to have to up my game. Though I think you have me beat there, easily. Good run," she offers with a tired chuckle.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The run complete, he's barely breathing heavier. Mutants. He grins, stretching as she catches her breath, nodding to her. "Four limbs to locomote one, gives a rather large advantage." A nod. "You're a fantastic runner, Carrie." There's no patronizing tone with that - he means it. "That was a long sprint, most folks don't keep up." A wink. "I'd suggest soaking tonight to placate your legs, though."

True to his word, he orders her a dog - or two if she likes. He grabs a couple for himself as well. The rest of the early evening is spent chatting, small talk until the two part ways. Hank promises to let his people know, so her associates can get in on the action.