october catch-all

[firetouched]

Who: Danny Rand (firetouched) & OPEN
What: Milling around the city.
When: October.
Where: Olympia.
Warning(s): TBD



[ Danny is actually pretty impressed with what Olympia has to offer. There are plenty of businesses around, places to practice skills or relax or find a job. He'll have to get a job, for sure, but right now he's more interested with getting a feel for the city. He can't just jump in. He learned that the hard way before.

You can find Danny in an number of places on any given day. Sometimes he's at the beach. K'un-Lun wasn't exactly a resort destination, and New York's beaches are fine but they're not like this. Danny enjoys just lying in the sun, or splashing in the water, or maybe you can catch him doing a series of tai-chi on the beach. Or he's at the dojos.

The bags and dummies are more than enough, but he'll never say no to a sparring partner or two.

And sometimes he's in the gardens. It's the most relaxing place in Olympia. Sitting amongst the plants and the flowers, even if there's a chill settling in the air. He ignores the benches in favour of sitting on the manicured lawns, legs crossed and eyes closed. He won't be upset if you interrupt him. ]

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BRITTLEFIST!!!!

[reek]

[ Theon has his new teeth, he has his dyed hair, and along with that comes a certain resurgence of confidence. For the first time in months, he’s taken up his bow again. He comes to the gardens where he can use trees as his markers, away from Claire’s prying eyes, away from anyone who might try to make a fool of him. The strength in his hands and his arms is gone, but he’s hoping that his eyes will be enough to help him work his way back up to it.

Unfortunately, he’s impatient and grows frustrated too easily. His shaking hands make poor use of the bowstring. One arrow misses its mark and comes to rest in the ground right beside Danny. Theon has had enough experience with doppelgangers now to observe before he assumes. Jean was nothing like Sansa, and Maximus was nothing like Ramsay. This man, as much as he may look like Loras Tyrell, does not behave as Theon assumes the southron knight ordinarily would. He can’t see Loras, a man more accustomed to the warmth of Highgarden and Wyver, sitting on the cold Olympian ground without complaint.

Theon says nothing. He merely limps over to retrieve his arrow, his mouth set in a grim line and his eyes blazing, like he’s daring Danny to say something about his poor shot. ]

please respect the grass.

[givingback]

[ It's as Bree is returning from helping her mother at the clinic that she sees Danny lounging around. Well, not lounging. What is he doing, just sitting in the grass like that? Bree's heard of meditation but it's for people who pay a lot of money to go away or something, to live in the mountains and channel whatever.

So, she's curious when she sees him and tilts her head, watching before settling into the grass across from him. She's not exactly quiet, but she doesn't outright interrupt him either. Instead, she's trying to see what the deal is. ]

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl watches the tai chi from a distance for a few moments before approaching. ] I knew you were old but I didn't realize you were tai chi years old. Shouldn't you be headed back soon to catch the early bird lunch special, Gramps?

[ don't worry, Danny. Cheryl is mostly only mean to people she actually likes. ]

gardenboi

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire visits the gardens now and then to take a break from the occasional chaos that is her own home. It's a good chaos, usually, but even she likes peace and quiet from time to time. She at first thinks she spots Loras, but a second take reminds her that there's another young man here now with the same face. Danny.

He's... sleeping? Sitting up?

She'll just slowly approach to see if that's the case.]

dojooooooo!!

[redweb]

[When Natasha runs into Danny, it's at the dojo. She's still getting herself settled, and given that this isn't New York City with a handful of superhero friends on speed dial, it's not like she has a place she can workout and spar at her beck and call. So she's been checking out a couple different places.

She doesn't really bother with the punching bags herself, just smiles a little slyly with a tilt of her head, sizing up the opportunities. She's dressed down in casualwear, red hair in a ponytail that bounces with her steps.]

You want a partner?

[She doesn't realize who he is- yet- but she still likes his form. Seems familiar.]