Owen Mancing
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Post by Owen Mancing on Sept 18, 2013 23:31:03 GMT
10 pm 3 weeks after the half year mark of Batman's disappearance.
Owen sighed as he picked up the plates on the tables. The bowling alley was empty today, in fact....it was starting to always be empty. People were just too afraid to do things now. Too afraid to try and have fun. Sure, a few people took the risk by leaving their homes to go to a place that wasn't their work. Most were teenagers looking for a fun time though. Looking around, Owen could still see a few of the people here but quickly the number was falling.
His gaze went to his Uncle behind the counter, talking to one of his friends that was still coming. So many of his Uncle's friends stopped coming. Course, Owen couldn't blame them. They were all elderly or mostly crippled, so they didn't stand much of a chance if they got jumped on the streets. Owen looked at the tray of dishes he held, he could do something right? He had some abilities...maybe he could..? Owen shook his head, throwing the thought of him being a hero out. He was just a kid, there was no way he could do anything. He headed to the kitchen where he placed the tray of dishes next to the skin, while his Aunt was still washing the ones form before. His gaze went to her.
"Aunt Mally?" Owen started but went quiet.
"Yes? Something on your mind dear?" Aunt Mally answered as he glanced at her nephew with a smile.
"Eh...no. It's nothing. It escaped my mind, sorry about that." Owen left the kitchen, leaving his Aunt a bit dumbfounded.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Sept 20, 2013 13:43:03 GMT
She would never have gone to a place like this on her own account. She didn't see much fun in the idea of bowling, and she highly doubted that she was any good at it. But it seemed that a criminal roamed around this area, and everything pointed to the guy finding people around this place. Of course such a business would make one think, that she was here as a police officer, however she was here as a private person.
Her tiny pale being, pressed the door to the bowling alley open. Her dark brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, taking away a lot of the charm her face had potential to have. Dressed in oversized cloth, most likely grabbed at random, as she dressed herself, and with dark circles under her eyes, the rest of the charm died. She looked like something risen from the dead, and slouched a little as she walked over to the counter, to get a lane, or a table or something, while keeping an eye out for her guy.
It was hard having an artist as a husband, at least when he worked in a rather special material, but she didn't feel as bad about helping him anymore. It still nagged her a lot, but her love for Todd made it impossible for her to deny him doing what he did. It was a part of him, and he could never stop skinning people. For him it was as important as breathing, and he was as important as breathing for her. She still hoped that he would come later as he had said he would try. It was after all his prey.
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Owen Mancing
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I just need to make sure no one learns, that shouldn't be too hard.....should it?
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Post by Owen Mancing on Sept 20, 2013 16:32:40 GMT
Uncle Baxter turned his gaze to Abigal, stopping his conversation with his friend. Her appearance didn't seem to effect him all that much. Baxter had seen many strange things in his time running this bowling alley.
"Evening Miss, would you prefer a lane or just a table? You can have both as well." Uncle Baxter said to her, once Abigal answered he spoke again. "Owen! Can you give this young lady a table?"
Owen turned his gaze to his Uncle and nodded. Quickly he went over to Abigal. Trying to throw his worries aside, he smiled kindly at her.
"Welcome. Please follow me." Owen said in a polite voice, he then turned around and lead Abigal to a empty table. "Anything you need? A drink or food?"
Owen was only suggesting these things. He kept the smile though. It was just his thoughts that were running around in his head that would make him worry. Though, he was trying to hide it.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Sept 21, 2013 12:24:05 GMT
A greeting smile formed on her lips, as the man approached and looked around the bowling alley before answering. "A table please" She looked in the direction that was yelled in, and saw a young fella'. She returned his smile, followed him, and sloped into a chair.
"What do you have?" She replied, and started taking of her coat, shortly exposing her police badge. She threw the coat over the back of the chair and discreetly scouted the whole place, before looking up at the kid again.
There really was something off about his smile, it seemed a little stiff and rather fake in a way. Most people probably wouldn't see it, but Abigail had done that fake smile herself, so that might be the reason why she saw it.
"What'cha name kid?" She asked friendly, wanting to cheer him up a little. She did hate it when children were unhappy.
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Owen Mancing
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I just need to make sure no one learns, that shouldn't be too hard.....should it?
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Post by Owen Mancing on Sept 21, 2013 15:44:22 GMT
"We have water, pepsi, lemonade, and ice tea for drinks. For food we have french fries, tacos, a small pizza with any toppings you want, a salad, and hamburgers." Owen said, figuring it was best to give her all her options.
Owen did notice the police bag and it surprised him. Maybe she was off duty? Maybe...but...if she was off duty why carry her badge around? Upon her next question, Owen ignored the badge.
"Owen Mancing." Owen answered quickly.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Sept 25, 2013 19:30:51 GMT
"Some Pepsi and a hamburger would be nice" she said with a smile, and kept looking at the boy. He seemed a little frigid to her. "Owen..." She repeated, turning the name on the tongue, as if measuring it. She leaned back and pulled back a pair of loose strings of hair.
She crossed her legs, and looked over the bowling alley again. The guy she was looking for didn't seem to be here yet.
She looked at the door, while waiting for Owen to come back, pondering about work. Since Gotham had been overrun by criminals, she had less time to solve each case, and as Todd came along, she had a hard time concentrating on her job. Todd... Just the thought of him made her smile like an idiot and made her stomach feel full of tiny butterflies going crazy. She missed him a little when thinking about it.
As Owen came back, she smiled and thanked him quietly.
"So Owen, it seems to be rather empty in here... Is it always like that?" She asked calmly, and pulled the plate a little closer to herself.
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Owen Mancing
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Post by Owen Mancing on Sept 25, 2013 19:41:53 GMT
"Alright. Just a moment please." Owen said, he then turned around and went to the kitchen.
After giving the order to his Aunt Mally, Owen stayed there. Just being silent. His Aunt could tell something was on his mind, but she knew better than to pry at it. Once the order was ready, Owen took it back to Abigail and set it down on the table in front of her.
"Well....ever since the rise in crime it started to get this way. But it was just last week when a lot of people stopped showing up." Owen said. "Everyone's most likely in their homes trying to stay safe. It's understandable that they would. A lot of the people that come here are a little elderly but they're still able to roll a bowling ball and have fun."
Owen was trying to be polite by not calling a lot of the customers in the past completely elderly. Most of them were friends of his aunt and uncle or of someone else in the family. Part of the only reason the bowling alley was still going was due to the money Owen's father was sending Baxter. There was always extra leftover and seeing how the bowling alley was also Owen's home. Baxter thought it was best to used the left over money to help pay for the bills to keep the bowling alley up and running.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Sept 25, 2013 20:57:05 GMT
A warm smile came across her lips, as Owen started talking, sensing that he had kept that in for a while. At least he was talking, which was a comfort for her. She didn't want him look so worried.
"Everything has become a lot more complicated over the last couple of months" she caught a lose piece of hair, dragging it back behind her ear, so it wouldn't get in the way as she ate. "I doubt that even the homes in Gotham are safe anymore. It seems that the criminals have become bolder after the Batman disappeared" she said calmly, and started eating the hamburger.
"It's sad to see that it affect such a lovely place as this" lovely.. Not really. She really wasn't a bowler, and she never would be. The concept of throwing a ball to knock over some pins, didn't seem overly entertaining to her, but it would be rather rude to say that to a nice kid.
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Owen Mancing
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I just need to make sure no one learns, that shouldn't be too hard.....should it?
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Post by Owen Mancing on Sept 25, 2013 21:17:04 GMT
She's right. Nowhere is safe really. Owen said in his head.
How could any place be safe? Crime was just getting higher and higher by the day. There was no way to keep that fact hidden from the public nor keep them calm. The question was tugging at his mind as well as everyone else in the city. Why did the Batman disappear? Where did he go? Did he even care anymore? Those questions would most likely never be answered. Sure people had their own opinion on it, but they weren't the correct answers.
The bowling alley had seen better days and looked a lot better before. The paint no longer seemed to shine when the lights were on. If anything, the bowling alley was reflecting how everything else was. Gloomy and empty. Most places were becoming like that. Owen fell silent as he tried to think of something to say. Normally he could think of something but....his mind was just too occupied with many things.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Oct 22, 2013 15:26:42 GMT
"Excuse me, sir?" A semi-tall, bearded blond man stood by the counter, a smile on his face, as he tried to get the attention of the man, who was clearly the proprietor. Ollie didn't exactly look like the type of person, you would normally think to find at an establishment such as this: His white suit newly pressed, shirt ironed flat, the purple tie tied into a perfect knot and his shoes recently polished. At whim, Queen raised his left arm to check the time, exposing his wrist and the shiny silver Rolex concealed by the sleeve of his jacket.
In spite of all this, Oliver looked as if he felt right at home in these surroundings. The atmosphere was way more lively and relaxing than the more high-end places, that he was more often forced to frequent. Atypical to most other business owners, the smell of burned rubber filled him with a sense of joy.
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Owen Mancing
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I just need to make sure no one learns, that shouldn't be too hard.....should it?
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Post by Owen Mancing on Oct 22, 2013 16:03:07 GMT
Uncle Baxter looked at the semi-tall man. Well, he honestly didn't expect to see someone in a outfit like that here.
"Good evening sir, how may I help you?" Uncle Baxter answered.
It seemed Uncle Baxter could get used to anything. If it wasn't something he saw often, it just took a few moments for him to get used to. Course it all depended on the thing he was getting used to. Owen had glanced back over at the counter while lost to his worried thoughts. Since Abigail hadn't spoken to him after he went silent, he only thought it was okay to turn his attention to making sure everything else was alright. Although, he was pretty surprised to see a man in a suit here.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Oct 22, 2013 21:15:28 GMT
Smiling, Ollie turned to the man in front of him: ”Yes, a table for me and my lonesome self, please.” At one of the lanes, a couple of elderly men had stopped to stare at him, clearly not sure what to think of his presence. Queen smiled and waved at them, until they returned to their game:
“I take it, you don't see many snobs down here, huh?” He shrugged: “It's a shame, really,” He added, his gaze returning to the man in front of him: “This place is nice. It has a nice feel to it, you know?”
Ollie took a deep breath, inhaling the mixed smell of burned rubber, cooking oil and something dirty. In his head, this all lead to the well-known, refined scent he referred to as “the smell of America” . Well, almost. It lacked the fragrances of sweat and tobacco, but otherwise it was pretty spot-on.
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Owen Mancing
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Post by Owen Mancing on Oct 22, 2013 21:20:31 GMT
"Not many people come here wearing suits in any form." Uncle Baxter said politely, he then looked over to where Owen was. "Owen!! Come here please."
"Please enjoy the meal." Owen said to Abigail before he took off to the counter.
Owen honestly had never seen anyone in a suit before in the bowling alley. It was something that just didn't seem to work. Uncle Baxter looked back at Oliver for a moment and then back at Owen.
"Follow me sir." Owen said as he gestured for him to follow and lead him to a table. "Anything you'd like?"
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Post by Oliver Queen on Oct 22, 2013 21:42:28 GMT
“I got that vibe.” Oliver nodded politely to proprietor, and then followed the boy to the table. He diffibulated his jacket and sat down: “Yes … Owen, was it?” Ollie waited for a few seconds, to get either confirmation, or correction, before carrying on: “I'd like a coke, or whatever equivalent you have, and what's the selection of foods like here?” He looked at the boy: The lad looked to be around fifteen years old, plenty capable of looking out for himself, not to mention the fact that he seemed very well-mannered. All in all, he seemed like a good young man, be it from the perspective of a man, whom had hardly exchanged a word with the poor sod.
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Owen Mancing
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Post by Owen Mancing on Oct 22, 2013 21:50:02 GMT
"Yes, my names Owen." Owen answered. "I"m afraid we don't have coke. But we do have water, pepsi, lemonade, and ice tea for drinks. For food we have french fries, tacos, a small pizza with any toppings you want, a salad, and hamburgers."
It was just the same routine as always for him. He almost knew the menu by heart, but that didn't stop him from looking at it in the closed hours of the day to make sure he still had the things right. Although, there wasn't really much to remember on it.
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