high flying

Richard Grayson's the name, but you can call me Dick. Everyone else does. Twenty-five and running from my past, but who isn't these days right? rp account

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💬 [TEXT TO: Diana.g]

Diana: Yes. I got my drink spilled on me by some big, blundering man. One who didn't even have the decency to realize what he'd done.

Diana: But no matter. That's in the past. It's over.

Dick: And then some charming gentleman offered to help you clean it up

Dick: did the stain come out btw?

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nick.

“Of course! You are very welcome! I am always here for friends.” Nikolai smiled as he helped clean up the mess in front of them. It’s a lot of liquid so eventually he has to run off a few feet and grab some more. One barista gives him a sympathetic look, gently pushing the container forward so it’s closer to the man’s reach, though another, when Nikolai looks over in that direction, looks pretty annoyed at the situation. He paid it no mind, returning back to the other man, the negative attitude from the stranger not even slightly influencing his current demeanor. The words that were spoken made Nick laugh, making him lean backwards in the act. He hadn’t noticed the people looking over in their general area during the spill, and he didn’t notice the ones that were occuring now either. “That is funny! I would not believe such things, but if shoe fits.” He winks, assuming his joke came across successfully. “No, no,” Nikolai says upon being asked about his sketches, though the work that he picks up first has a dripping corner. “Or maybe just smidge,” he chuckles.

Dick couldn’t help but smile wide as he watched the other man laugh, having forgotten just how much he showed his emotions. Dick wasn’t sure he had ever met someone who showed their joy quite the way this man did; without a care in the world about what anyone else thought about it. It was enough to make his wonder what kind of world they would live in if people were a little more like this jolly fellow. Wiping his hands on his jeans, Dick shakes his head as he sees the mans work, a hand already making its way to his chest to show his feelings. “Oh man, I’m so sorry. I hopped it hasn’t ruined you’re um...sketches?” He asks, eyes trailing over the work as he tries to make out just what they are. “Is that a design for something?” He finds himself asking.

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chris.

Chris raised his brows, despite his own tolerance training, he would still jump up if freshly brewed coffee was spilt on him. The only person he knew who wouldn’t might be Tingting; but that was only because her fists were tough as rocks due to years literally punching one. He wondered what might have built up this man’s tolerance.

“No problem.” Chris was almost ready to leave it at that before remembering he was at the compound in the first place to promote himself. He might as well get introductions on the way. “My name is Chris Yan, uh, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

Shaking his hand out, Dick used one of the napkins still slightly dry to wipe his hand on, already knowing his hand was going to be sticky until he could break away to find a bathroom to use. But it was fine, he could deal with that later. “Nice too meet you Chris. I’m Dick Grayson. I’d uh, shaking your hand but,” he held his hand up, flexing his fingers a little with a laugh. “You been here long?”

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💬 [TEXT TO: Diana.G?]

Diana: I guess it was – in a way.

Diana: This is Diana.

Diana: The only 'Dick' I know I met a few months ago. Is this the same person? Dick Grayson?

Dick: Well then. Apology accepted

Dick: The very same

Dick: We met at the gala, right?

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💬 [TEXT TO: Diana.G]

Diana: You did. It was last week. Can't you remember? Or have you lost your ability to do so?

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Diana: Alright. You may be right. I believe I switched a number from the correct person.

Diana: Who is this then?

Dick: I'll take that as an apology then should I?

Dick: This is Dick.

Dick: who's this?

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💬 [TEXT TO: Diana.G]

Diana: I'm having computer issues again. You were supposed to fix this problem the first time. I paid you my hard-earned money and you didn't hold up your end of things.

Diana: If you can't fix this problem, then I want my money back.

Dick: Hi, I think you have the wrong number. I've never touched your computer?

Dick: But if you're having some problems I could try and help?

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chris.

As someone who had been rather trained to be aware of his surroundings, Chris had already noticed the spill and happened to be holding a clump of paper napkins in his hands already.

“Yeah, uh, of course. Are you okay there? Does it burn or anything?” Chris handed the majority of the napkins to the other man and caught some drip from falling down with the bits in his other hand.

Dick hadn’t even noticed his hand getting covered in the brown liquid, let alone the temperature of it, he had long ago become accustomed to holding burning things. Which he supposed wasn’t exactly a good thing. Shaking his head as he started wiping up the table Dick said, “Nah, it’s not that hot. It was actually the perfect temperature to start drinking.” It was a little ironic he supposed. “Thanks,” he nodded at the table the other man was helping him clean, “Lucky you were nearby.”

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nick.

As the leftover ice cream bars from Nikolai’s piled up in him and Jackson’s freezer, the brunet man smiled to himself. He had passed out about half of them, and although he would have rather given out more, there would always be more opportunities for passerbyers who wanted to partake in the fun. That was something the man was definitely ready for when ti came around.

Today was more focused on working on more toys – the recent past had graced with finishing his first prototype (one that he’d happily posted online for everyone to see), so now it was time to put pencil to paper and come up with something new. Only about the first quarter of the sketching was done when he’d walked in and spotted his relatively new friend sitting, to which Nick, without hesitation, walked up to join. He was about to sit down when Dick spilled his drink on the table the large sketch designs were just about to be laid out on. Nikolai threw them on the empty couch after pulling them away from the wood and ran over to grab some paper towels from the bathroom down the hall. He sprinted back, placing them on the liquid. “Here we go, all is good,” he says, trying to clean up the mess but more so just spreading everything around under his hands.

With a grateful smile Dick took the napkins, relieved it was someone that he had at least met before and not a complete stranger whose work he had nearly ruined. “Thank you!” Haphazedly he began patting the table dry with wads of napkins already knowing he should have gone about it in a different way when the liquid began to seep through quickly. Glancing up from the table to put his phone down on the chair he had just vacated with a sigh before turning back to Nick, holding a lump of sodden napkins in one hand, “Hope you don’t think I did that on purpose when I saw you come through the door.” He joked, attempting to stuff the napkins into his now empty coffee cup, nodding in the direction of the sofa behind them, “I didn’t get any of your sketches did I?” That would really make him feel awful, if he’d ruined the other mans hard work. 

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Frowning, Dick looked at the text notification on his phone again, trying to make sense of his brothers nonsense and if he should be concerned. Surely Damian hadn’t really locked Tim on the manor roof for a night and half a day. But even as he thought it the acrobat knew it was entirely possible. Rubbing at his forehead with one hand Dick tried to pick up his cup of coffee with the one still holding the phone, but he misjudged the distance and sent the cup falling, dark liquid spilling across the table. “Shit!” As quick as his reflexes were they weren’t quick enough to stop more of the coffee from spilling, glancing around he called across to the person nearest to him “Hi sorry have you got any napkins?”

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💥 (Diana)

💥 our muses share a tense moment

Ever since the winter gala Dick had been cautious whenever his path had crossed with Diana – not that it often had, but still, he was being careful. The last thing he had wanted to do was get in a conflict with someone quite so soon after arriving at the Compound. But it would seem the world was not heeding his wish as he stood face to face with the other brunette, their voices raising just a little with each sentence. All over a fucking charging port. “I’m sure your work is very important, but would it really kill you to let me use the vacant plug for literally 20 minuets?” He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering if she was deliberately being annoying about the matter. It wasn’t like he was asking for her damn seat as well. In fact, if she had just let him plug his laptop in when he had first asked he would have probably gone by now. 

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lucas.

“I suppose so. I regret to say that I’m not really the type to go out for picnic dates. It’s unfortunate that we were surprised so heavily by the circumstances of these events.” Lucas shuffled to sit down on the checkered blanket. Many others may enjoy such an outing, but the whole thing was just uncomfortable to him. “So…uh, where are you from?”

Ah, so they were going to go for small talk, thought to himself, following the others lead and lowering himself down on to the blanket. He could do small talk, all the gala’s growing up at taught him that skill early on. “I don’t know, I quite like dining out under the stars,” he said with a grin, shuffling as he got comfortable on the hard ground. “New York, though I’ve been all over in my younger years. Yourself?”

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lucas.

Lucas hadn’t been pleased to see the set up for his ‘date’ and reluctantly leaned himself against a nearby tree. The only reason he’d agreed to be a part of the event is to see if he could make connections around the compound. That meant he had to play nice, whether he wanted to or not. “Uh, yeah. Hi…Dick. That’s me. My name is Lucas Tremaine.” He extended his hand, ready for an awkward hand shake.

The pause before his date - Lucas - said his name wasn’t lost on Dick, and he felt his lips twitch up in response, almost hoping his new acquaintance would make a comment. “Pleasure to meet you,” he replied, easily reaching out to shake the others hand quickly before dropping it and gesturing to the blanket spread out on the floor. “So, should we get this thing started?”

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duchess·.

They hadn’t met a long time ago, but Dick was being awfully nice to her with his false assumptions. “Well, you’d be surprised, really! I’m not the best at most sports, actually.” Any ball games or team sports were a no-go for her, for example. “Why, thank you. I hardly believe it, though.” When he talked about a trick, she was intrigued. “I didn’t know there was a trick to it! What is it, then?”

“Really?” He asked, turning his head towards her as they walked, raising an eyebrow to show his intrigue, “More of a watcher to a doer then?” Which was just as important a role to the players if you asked him, every player needed an audience of sort. Dick grinned at her, slowing his pace as they joined the line of the House of Mirrors and shoved his hands into his pockets to wait. “Well of course you didn't. It’s a secret of the trade, I’m not sure I should tell you…” He trailed off for a moment before smiling slyly and leaning just a little closer as he lowered his voice to ask, “Are you any good at keeping secrets?”

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@lucastremxine.

Glancing down at the note in his hand and back at the picnic set up in the grass for him and his mystery date; who had apparently beaten him to the location. Blowing out a breath, Dick folded the note up and pushed it into his pocket before approaching the stranger with an easy smile. He had been set up on dates before, but he had always at least known his dates name or sort of what they looked like. A blind date was something completely new to him, but hey, he was always willing to try anything. “Hi, I’m Dick. And I’m really hoping you’re my blind date from Astra?” If not, this could get awkward.

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karnchana·.

    ❝  MADEMOISELLE …  Isn’t that a french word?  ❞  The redhead laughed, knowing she should have seen that coming. When Dick asked her on a date, possibly under the excuse of it being Valentine’s Day season, Kari was surprised yet excited about the prospect;  after all, she had little to no experience with dates or with the holiday as a whole. Sure, she knew what it was  —  it was hard not to when the decorations revolved about hearts and the color red,  but the redhead never had the opportunity to celebrate it, whether it was with a friend or a significant other.  Hadn’t it been for her family’s house arrest, perhaps that wouldn’t be the case, but Karnchana didn’t want to think about what could have been;  what mattered was that she had the opportunity to go on dates now and better yet, with one of her favorite people. Stepping into the store, her eyes wondered around for a moment, hands clasping together in excitement.  She’d heard about Ikea before,  but it was her first time at a furniture store and there was far too much to explore!  ❝  Ooh … This place is huge!  Where should we start?  Do they have pre-set rooms?  Thanks for bringing me here; I’ve never been to an Ikwa before!  ❞ She exclaimed, only to let out a chuckle upon realizing she’d completely butchered the store’s name,  ❝  sorry, an Ikea.  ❞

“I told you I knew enough to get by,” he grinned at her, glancing over as they walked into the store. He knew she’d never been to Ikea before and wanted her to enjoy her first outing to one of the worlds best shopping experiences, or worst, depending on who you went with. Dick knew that if any of his brothers found out he was taking a girl on first date furniture shopping they’d never let him live it down, which was why when they’d asked what his plans where he’d left this particular trip out. He liked Kari, the last thing he needed was was one of his siblings scaring her off. “We start that way,” he turned her carefully to the right, pointing to where a slow stream of people where walking. “They’ve got some pre-set rooms and lots of stuff just...out for testing. I’ve always been a fan of the rug section, some of them are bigger then our entire apartments!” He grinned at her, offering her his arm so they could start this thing properly. 

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duchess.

She definitely hadn’t expected to have two trips to two different, enormous cities in the span of less than two months. It was amazing how much of the world she was getting to see with the initiative, and the people she was meeting on the way. Dick Grayson was one of the rarer finds who intrigued her more than anything, so when he had invited her to a fair, she agreed. “I’d definitely be rubbish with the bottle game, so I say we try our hand at the house of mirrors. If that’s alright with you?”

“I have a hard time believing you’d be rubbish at anything,” Dick said with a small smile, gesturing for her lead the way to the house of mirrors, “And I have a feeling you’ll find a way to make the even wobbly of mirrors look good.” Dick had always liked the man who ran the house of mirrors at Haly’s, he always used to let him run through until he knew his way like the back of his hand. “Do you know the trick for these places?”

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@kavnchana​.

Dick had never felt quite so nervous about a first date in his life, and he was pretty sure he had something to do with the fact he wasn’t even sure if this was a date. Sure, he’d asked her to come with him, even called it a date at the time. But, what if she thought he’d said it in a joking way, given the day and just everything. As they stood outside the shop, the bright yellow glow of the sign seeming so harsh in contrast to the orange of the sky, Dick handing their taxi driver some money with a quick ‘keep the change’, he wondered if asking Kari to come to Ikea had really been one of his better ideas. Slipping his wallet back into his pockets, he stood awkwardly next to her for a moment before getting a grip of himself. Grinning, Dick placed one hand behind his back (not feeling quite so silly in his fancy suit jacket when he got to slip into a persona for a moment) and letting his other one make a sweeping gesture towards the front of the store, “After you, mademoiselle.”