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Post by connor on Oct 9, 2010 16:05:36 GMT -6
Connor had to get off the coach when it reached the end of the line, get onto another one, and eventually, take the train in order to reach New York. He'd slept for much of the journey, knowing that he wouldn't be able to for a while once he got there. Aside from having to find a place to live, where he was working, and just getting used to the city life, there was gonna be a lot more noise. He'd probably get used to that too, but even from here he could pick up the sheer scale of the activity in this city...
The train eventually came to a halt, which meant it was time to get off. He grabbed his suitcase, readjusted his glasses, made sure he still had his coat, and then stepped off. The extra shirts in the suit made it a bit warm, but it would help the disguise in the long run. He initially started making his way up to the concourse, intent on making his way out of the station quickly...
But found the prospect of eating at the Oyster Bar too tempting. After all, he'd just travelled through six different states. Was he not entitled to a little grub? As he walked, he bumped into someone, causing him to drop his case.
"Ah! My apologies!" He said as he quickly grabbed his dropped luggage, before turning to the person he'd collided with, giving a short bow of apology.
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Post by Batman on Oct 12, 2010 18:02:24 GMT -6
Coming off the train in his tailored black suit, he fixed his undid the buttons of his jacket, and looked around the station. He hadn’t stepped foot in New York City since he graduated from Columbia University and wasn’t particularly fond of being back. He hated leaving Gotham, but he had duties to perform as the head of Wayne Enterprises. So there he was at Grand Central, making his way through the crowd towards Park Avenue where he was going to hold a press conference related to a charity ball that was being thrown by the Wayne Foundation for underprivileged children.
I shouldn’t be here. I should be back in Gotham getting ready to patrol. I should have sent Helena to do this. Charity events are more her thing anyway, any excuse to dress up in evening gowns and mixing with high society. I don’t know how dad ever did this.
Had Thomas not been so lost in his thoughts he would have noticed he was heading straight for the luggage carrying man. Bumping into him, he was jarred from his thoughts, and brought back to the present.
“No no. It was my fault,” he said rather embarrassed. “I should have been watching where I was walking. You okay?”
“Good job Thomas. Nice way to mind your surroundings.”[/i]
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Post by connor on Oct 13, 2010 13:39:52 GMT -6
“No no. It was my fault,” the man said, rather embarrassed. “I should have been watching where I was walking. You okay?” Connor looked up, before jumping back slightly. It was a mixture of both an act, and actual genuine shock this time.
"T-thomas Wayne?! I-it's an honour to meet you sir!" He extended a hand forwards, semi-expecting a handshake.
"I was heading to the oyster bar myself, decided I needed some food."
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Post by Batman on Oct 13, 2010 17:00:20 GMT -6
He grinned and let out a small chuckle as the mild-mannered man before him stuttered his name and offered out his hand. Taking the man’s hand, he gripped it firmly, and shook it.
“Well thank you, but please. There are no honors that need to be given. I’m only just a man like you,”[/b] he said as he straightened his dark red tie.
When the man mentioned the bar and food, Thomas felt his stomach let out a small inaudible grumble. He hadn’t eaten since early yesterday and found himself more hungry than he had previous thought himself to be. Glancing down at his watch he noticed that he still had a couple hours before he needed to be at the press conference.
Some grub wouldn’t be a bad idea. And the Oyster does have some good food.[/I]
“Well how about I join you and buy you a drink to make up for slamming into you,”[/b] he said with a genuine smile as he slide his left hand into his pants pocket. “And I won’t accept no for an answer Mister...”[/b]
He had let his sentence trail off intentionally as to allow the man to introduce himself.
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Post by connor on Oct 14, 2010 9:54:07 GMT -6
“Well thank you, but please. There are no honors that need to be given. I’m only just a man like you,” Well, not completely true, but he guessed half would have to do.
"Still, you are one of the most prominent billionaires around, like your father before you." It was true, even in smallville, Connor had heard of the man known as Bruce Wayne. And of course, about his son.
“Well how about I join you and buy you a drink to make up for slamming into you,” When the offer was made, Connor considered the option. Though not long, as it was pretty easy to figure out what was both the smart, and polite thing to do.
“And I won’t accept no for an answer Mister...”
"Kent. Connor Kent." He said, before beginning to walk.
"Well then Mr Wayne, shall we get underway?"
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Post by Batman on Oct 14, 2010 10:17:31 GMT -6
“Well thank you for the compliment Mister Kent,”[/b] he said genuinely. “But I am not half the man was father was.”[/b]
Moving beside Kent, he casually strolled through the terminal with the man. This time though, Thomas was careful to mind his surroundings and make sure he didn’t bump into anyone else.
“So I’m guessing from the luggage and your politeness that you’re not from around here. Where you travelling from Mister Kent?”[/b] He asked as he made a gesture towards the man’s case.
Thomas himself already figured that thanks to the man’s accent, dress, and mannerisms that he was either from the south or the Midwest. He didn’t reveal that of course as Thomas Wayne isn’t someone that analytical, but Batman certainly was.
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Post by connor on Oct 14, 2010 10:38:06 GMT -6
“So I’m guessing from the luggage and your politeness that you’re not from around here. Where you travelling from Mister Kent?” The question emerged as they walked, garnering Connor's attention.
"I'm all the way from the state of Kansas. I've lived in a place appropriately called 'Smallville' all my life. Its my first time in a city quite this big." He explained, beginning to smell the sea food.
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Post by Batman on Oct 14, 2010 11:28:43 GMT -6
He couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that there was a community called Smallville, and in Kansas of all places. At least the mystery of the mild-mannered Mister Kent was solved.
“So what brings you to New York Mister Kent? Vacation or permanent move?”[/b] He asked as the restaurant came into view.
The sight of the restaurant had caused his stomach to grumble louder this time, but not loud enough to be heard over the bustling of the terminal...at least not for a normal person. Unbeknownst to Mister Wayne, was that his companion was the furthest thing from normal.
“Just a suggestion, but the Oyster has the best pacific salmon in all of New York state,”[/i][/b] he said with a grin as they drew nearer to the Oyster.
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Post by connor on Oct 14, 2010 11:40:56 GMT -6
“So what brings you to New York Mister Kent? Vacation or permanent move?”[/b]
"Work, though I'm on the look for a place to live as well. I've been hired as a reporter for the Daily Web." He answered, his far above average hearing picking out the growl of Thomas' stomach. He nearly mentioned something about it, but considered that he was still in disguise. And amongst crowds like this, somehow picking up the growl of one's stomach might seem more than a bit odd.
“Just a suggestion, but the Oyster has the best pacific salmon in all of New York state,”
"Pacific salmon it is then I guess." He said, walking into the restaurant, looking around. You'd never this many people at once in Smallville, except maybe whenever the fair came around. But even then, these people were all here for a quick bite to eat.
He could hear trains still in the background, but didn't care too much.
"So... where do we sit?"
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Post by Batman on Oct 14, 2010 12:16:55 GMT -6
“The Daily Web? So you work for my competitor? Maybe I’ll have to reconsider buying you that drink,”[/b] he commented with a joking tone.
Looking around the restaurant, he spotted the table that was always reserved for him when he was in the city, and pointed it out to Connor in response to his question. Moving through the crowd of people, he finally reached the table, and took a seat in the plush leather chair.
“So tell me Mister Kent. How does a small town boy from Kansas get a gig as a reporter for one of the biggest newspapers in the country?”[/b] He asked as he picked up the menu that was already placed on the table.
Looking over the menu for a moment, he picked out something to drink, and set the menu back down as he waited for one of the waitress to venture over to them.
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Post by connor on Oct 14, 2010 13:00:44 GMT -6
“The Daily Web? So you work for my competitor? Maybe I’ll have to reconsider buying you that drink,”[/b] Though one could easily tell that the comment was made in jest, Connor couldn't help but gulp physically and mentally. How could he forget that the wayne estate owned the Daily Planet? Perhaps he should omit how he'd specifically decided against working in metropolis...
Regardless, they were here already, so he couldn't really help but follow Mr Wayne to the table. As he sat down, placing his belongings down as well, the billionaire asked a rather good question.
“So tell me Mister Kent. How does a small town boy from Kansas get a gig as a reporter for one of the biggest newspapers in the country?”
"Funny thing that." Connor began, picking up a menu as well, looking over the options. "The Web had put up a very curious advertisement in which anyone wanting the job had to make an article from the various sources."
He put down the menu, placing his finger on a particular brand of red wine, indicating that it was his choice.
"What they failed to mention to any participants was that it was actually a case being explored by the police. I happened to be the first one to figure out how a certain contractor could seek to gain profit from the local authorities if their new prototype firearm was mysteriously 'stolen', and something better was needed to combat it. The police followed up on what I'd sent in, and faster than a speeding bullet, the contractor is getting at least a ten-year sentence."
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Post by Batman on Oct 14, 2010 13:47:54 GMT -6
He was about to comment about how impressive Connor’s story was when a young brunette waitress approached the table. Looking up at the smiling woman, he noticed her nametag, that stated her name was ‘Coco.’
“Welcome back to the Oyster Mister Wayne,”[/b] she said quite enthusiastically. “What can we get you today?”[/b]
“I’ll have the smoked pacific salmon with the clubhouse on whole wheat and a glass of the house wine,”[/b] he replied.
Nodding, she wrote down his order before taking Connor’s. Taking the menus from the table, she hurried away. Thomas, of course, watched the shapely woman with a grin. The other thing he enjoyed about the Oyster was it’s attractive staff.
“You know Kent. That’s impressive. With skills like that you could make it as a private detective. Or do you prefer life behind a desk writing articles?”[/b]
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Post by connor on Oct 14, 2010 13:58:45 GMT -6
When the waitress arrived, Connor simply ordered the salmon and the wine, less than Thomas, but until he was sure of the food's taste for himself, it was better he not risk too much. He couldn't help but notice Thomas' more than lengthy gaze at the woman's curves. Perhaps the rumours were true then.
“You know Kent. That’s impressive. With skills like that you could make it as a private detective. Or do you prefer life behind a desk writing articles?”[/b]
"I'd prefer giving truth to the people, than keeping between me and a client. And speaking of truths, I guess those rumours about your inability to stick to one woman count as such then?" He said, indicating the waitress. If someone were not able to spot it, they'd probably be blind.
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Post by Batman on Oct 14, 2010 14:42:26 GMT -6
Turning his attention back to Kent, he couldn’t help but chuckle. In reality, Thomas wasn’t nearly the playboy that he portrayed. While he did play the role, and even enjoyed it sometimes, that’s all it was. It was just a role to hide who he truly was inside.
“Well what can I say Kent? Life is just too short to spend with just one woman when there are billions of gorgeous women around the world to enjoy. Maybe someday when I’m older I may settle down like my father did, but right now I am certainly is no rush to find Mrs Right. Just Mrs Right-Now,”[/b] he said with a grin. “Speaking of women. You leaving behind a small town girl to come here or looking to sample the fine wares of the Big Apple?”[/b]
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Post by connor on Oct 14, 2010 14:45:55 GMT -6
He wasn't sure if he was to call Mr Wayne the ultimate appreciator of womenkind, or its greatest threat. He blushed slightly when the question was raised about his own love life.
"Sadly my parents were a bit overprotective of me. Relationships were always hard to establish. Who knows though, maybe that special someone is waiting for me in this city. Only time will tell..." He said, a curious sound filling his ear.
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