@caughtinthecog (Continued from this thread: http://caughtinthecog.tumblr.com/post/159884918229/excuse-me-but-ive-lost-a-dog-cogwheel )

“So, you’re like an inventor then?” It was hard not to get too distracted from the task at hand, but how could he not be interested? “Is it hard? Why animals? Do you use them for something or is it for fun- ”

He stopped, staring intently at a bush. “…That can’t have just been me. Did you see that?”

“I guess? That is one way to see it… And well, if it’s hard, isn’t that relative? It’s not that hard for me, but- Well, I’m too forgetful to take care of real animals, and I love animals, so I thought why not build my own animals, really. They also do lots of stuff, like guard my workshop and such-”

Providing company. Heating. Killing bullies. Being her weapons during crimes. That sorta thing too.

She turns to him. “See what?”

She follows his gaze to the brush and moves over to it silently- And the dog dashes out. and she throws herself after it, barely managing to grab it with her left arm, letting out a huff from the contact with the ground.

He was about to reply, but the dog’s sudden bolt sends him tumbling back with a yell. It took him a few minutes to recover from the shock before he realized that she’d caught a robot dog- OH! Robot dog!

“Shffff- hang on, I-I’m coming!”

Tripping a few times over his feet, he joined her and stood directly in front of the dog- only to hesitate. Frick. What if it bites? What if it shoot lasers?!

But from the looks of things, she might have hurt her other arm, and she definitely wouldn’t be able to keep it there for too long alone. The backpack quickly came off, along with his jacket.

…Which he then proceeded to trap the metal dog with, pinning down the sides over it like a tent. “O-OKAY, I GOT HIM? If you’re gonna do something, do it fast!”

She manages to scramble so she reaches to shut off the dog. “Sorry Warren- And you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyway, I guess it looked a bit worse than it was…”

She sometimes forgot not everyone knew she had a metal arm under her jacket. She easily picks the dog up with said arm, and places it under it.

“I’ll have to check him for bugs again when I get back to the workshop, he shouldn’t do this.”

“Ohh… ohokay.” He made a face, let go of the jacket and pulled it off the dog with a small cough. “Kinda, yeah. Sorry.”

He wore the jacket and brushed the dust off his knees. “But hey, you’re welcome! Uh- you’re not hurt, are you? It kinda looked like you took a bad fall- one sec.”

He dug through his pockets. After a few seconds, he held out a fist and produced… an unused, but crumpled bandaid. “Uh. Here?”

“It’s fine, though, really, I appreciate it!” She laughs slightly. “And nonono, I’m not hurt, just, my left arm might be a teeny bit stronger than my right so- Catching him with my left is far easier. That’s all.” Well, it was really a lot stronger…

But that was details.

“Thank you.” She does not accept the bandaid, however.

He shrugged. “If you say so!” And back into his pocket the bandaid went.

Now that he didn’t have to worry about potentially being disintegrated, he could properly admire the robot. An impressed whistle soon followed. 

“You even got the hind legs down! Our art class always draws them like human knees.” He glanced up. “Are you going to be able to fix him? All the bugs and stuff?”

She did like how he didn’t question it openly, what a nice kid he was…

“Well, sure I did- I’ve done a lot of research on animals and their anatomy to make my robots as close to the real deal in appearance and movement and behavior as possible.“ Well, while keeping them tame… And not always in size. “And yeah, I’ll be able to fix him. Eventually, once I figure out what causes these bugs. Programming is easy-peasy- For me, at least, I mean-“

“It… Sounds anything but easy, to be honest! Especially if, y'know, you’re programming how they act - I mean, I don’t know anything about programming, but that sounds like…like…“ he paused. Eventually, he just shrugged. “Heck, it’s just pretty advanced stuff.”

It almost seemed like he was about to ask yet another question, only to jump at a sudden buzzing. “…Mom! Oh man- I gotta head home. I was Damien- I mean, I’m Damien.” A hand went up in a semi-wave. “Nice meeting you, um…?”

“I guess it probably is why most people don’t do it…“ She mused. She smiles brightly at him nonetheless when he announces that he must get home. “Cogwheel!” The reaction on the implied question was instantaneous. She doesn’t even bother to ponder that it was maybe a bad idea to not use her actual name now. “It was nice meeting you, Damien!“

“Um.” He hoped she hadn’t seen his smile falter. He was almost certain he’d heard that name before, and not for good reasons.

…There had to be some sort of mistake. She was way too nice. The smile returned, albeit still somewhat hesitant. “Thanks- Good luck with Warren! Bye!”

Yep… just coincidence.

notthesonofabillionaire:

They perked up ever so slightly. “I didn’t expect to gain a potential customer this way but okay.” They pulled a small business card out of their pocket. “Hayden’s Hairstyles. I do walk in’s too, mainly the rogues use that though, or people with hair emergencies. I this city anyone getting their hair dyed could either be a rebellious teenager or a wanna be rogue it’s amazing.” 

He snorted. “Right? I dunno about me being a rogue, but I could try dying my hair sometime. Just to see what mom thinks.” He took the business card and studied it carefully. Then back to front, front to back, before eventually pocketing it. “I don’t think you’d have to worry about us doing walk ins, our mom’s pretty good about booking appointments and stuff.” 

The sun was beginning to set, wasn’t it? “…Uh… speaking of. I should probably head back. Um- you gonna be okay there?”

This is not just an rp blog.

alwaysyourlittlebrother:

Unfortunately for the kid, the White Rabbit had other plans. As soon as Damien started backing away she was on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Hello, where do you think you’re going? The fun is over here!” Tick grinned before bringing her mask back down and then leading the poor kid back to the action. She nodded to her sister to continue.

“Who’s your friend?” March Hare asked with a snicker. 

“Don’t know. What’s your name, kid?” White Rabbit asked before looking back at her Sis, “I think this one ‘s shy.” 

He froze, his grip tightening on the cart’s handle.  

Shit.

The first thought that ran through his head was that his little sister was going to be so mad if he didn’t return with her candy. The second and more pressing thought, was that he’d somehow managed to break the one rule of surviving a stick-up in Gotham: Don’t ever be the center of attention.

Vaguely aware that he’d taken his cart with him, he reluctantly followed her. As much as he tried to avoid eye contact, he couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at his captor’s mask. There was a terrible feeling he was forgetting something important. 

He balked at the question. “D-Dai… Um. Nobody?” It was said half-wincing, half-hopeful.

The two sisters looked at the boy with unreadable expressions before Tick snorted and they both burst out laughing. Tick slapped the kids back as if he just told the funniest joke.

“Hey, March Hare, yah better call Maxie, we seem to have ourselves a lil Odysseus!” 

March Hare laughed, before continuing to tell everyone get on the ground and empty their pockets and hand in their purses and wallets. 

“Hey, Nobody, why don’t help a couple of pals out, and give us a hand in collecting these wallets.” March Hare teased.

The shove was enough to make him stumble and, for a moment, it was almost enough to annoy him despite the situation. His annoyance is cut short however- first by confusion, then by dawning realisation.

…Oh.

His eyes darted between the two. He gulped. Maybe it was just coincidence. Alice in Wonderland is a popular gimmick… right?

As he looked to the rest of the crowd, he began to look ill. “Um… I… mom. She’s going to get mad if um… ” His eyes shift once more to the other customers. His cart made him feel relatively safer, but what if they were armed? “I-if I don’t get home soon.” Did the cashier have a panic button? There had to be one somewhere.

notthesonofabillionaire:

“Normal people are horrible. They think that just because you’re working for the public that they can be just horribly rude. I’ve had people yell at me because I couldn’t do a thing that was literally impossible with their hair. Or the color of dye wasn’t exactly the color they wanted. It’s like, ever hear those stories about people being absolute twat wads to customer service? Like that! Then they bring their kids in and don’t watch them. Then they complain about the price.”

They put their head in their hands. “I’m surprised I haven’t murded any of them yet. Rogues don’t complain about prices or if their hair dye isn’t exactly perfect, believe it or not.”

He wasn’t sure for what to say. For a moment, he considered patting them on the shoulder, only to withdraw. He eventually settled for a sympathetic look. “I’m really sorry. They sound like assh- I mean, jerks. It’s not your fault they’re stupid.” But maybe don’t kill them, he added privately. “I hope things get better. ”

He paused, trying to think of what to say next. “…Say, what did you say the name of the place was? Maybe mom or my sis might my want to drop by, or I can check it out myself? I promise we’re nothing like the other customers!”

@caughtinthecog (Continued from this thread: http://caughtinthecog.tumblr.com/post/159884918229/excuse-me-but-ive-lost-a-dog-cogwheel )

“So, you’re like an inventor then?” It was hard not to get too distracted from the task at hand, but how could he not be interested? “Is it hard? Why animals? Do you use them for something or is it for fun- ”

He stopped, staring intently at a bush. “…That can’t have just been me. Did you see that?”

“I guess? That is one way to see it… And well, if it’s hard, isn’t that relative? It’s not that hard for me, but- Well, I’m too forgetful to take care of real animals, and I love animals, so I thought why not build my own animals, really. They also do lots of stuff, like guard my workshop and such-”

Providing company. Heating. Killing bullies. Being her weapons during crimes. That sorta thing too.

She turns to him. “See what?”

She follows his gaze to the brush and moves over to it silently- And the dog dashes out. and she throws herself after it, barely managing to grab it with her left arm, letting out a huff from the contact with the ground.

He was about to reply, but the dog’s sudden bolt sends him tumbling back with a yell. It took him a few minutes to recover from the shock before he realized that she’d caught a robot dog- OH! Robot dog!

“Shffff- hang on, I-I’m coming!”

Tripping a few times over his feet, he joined her and stood directly in front of the dog- only to hesitate. Frick. What if it bites? What if it shoot lasers?!

But from the looks of things, she might have hurt her other arm, and she definitely wouldn’t be able to keep it there for too long alone. The backpack quickly came off, along with his jacket.

…Which he then proceeded to trap the metal dog with, pinning down the sides over it like a tent. “O-OKAY, I GOT HIM? If you’re gonna do something, do it fast!”

She manages to scramble so she reaches to shut off the dog. “Sorry Warren- And you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyway, I guess it looked a bit worse than it was…”

She sometimes forgot not everyone knew she had a metal arm under her jacket. She easily picks the dog up with said arm, and places it under it.

“I’ll have to check him for bugs again when I get back to the workshop, he shouldn’t do this.”

“Ohh… ohokay.” He made a face, let go of the jacket and pulled it off the dog with a small cough. “Kinda, yeah. Sorry.”

He wore the jacket and brushed the dust off his knees. “But hey, you’re welcome! Uh- you’re not hurt, are you? It kinda looked like you took a bad fall- one sec.”

He dug through his pockets. After a few seconds, he held out a fist and produced… an unused, but crumpled bandaid. “Uh. Here?”

“It’s fine, though, really, I appreciate it!” She laughs slightly. “And nonono, I’m not hurt, just, my left arm might be a teeny bit stronger than my right so- Catching him with my left is far easier. That’s all.” Well, it was really a lot stronger…

But that was details.

“Thank you.” She does not accept the bandaid, however.

He shrugged. “If you say so!” And back into his pocket the bandaid went.

Now that he didn’t have to worry about potentially being disintegrated, he could properly admire the robot. An impressed whistle soon followed. 

“You even got the hind legs down! Our art class always draws them like human knees.” He glanced up. “Are you going to be able to fix him? All the bugs and stuff?”

She did like how he didn’t question it openly, what a nice kid he was…

“Well, sure I did- I’ve done a lot of research on animals and their anatomy to make my robots as close to the real deal in appearance and movement and behavior as possible.“ Well, while keeping them tame… And not always in size. “And yeah, I’ll be able to fix him. Eventually, once I figure out what causes these bugs. Programming is easy-peasy- For me, at least, I mean-“

“It… Sounds anything but easy, to be honest! Especially if, y'know, you’re programming how they act - I mean, I don’t know anything about programming, but that sounds like…like…“ he paused. Eventually, he just shrugged. “Heck, it’s just pretty advanced stuff.”

It almost seemed like he was about to ask yet another question, only to jump at a sudden buzzing. “…Mom! Oh man- I gotta head home. I was Damien- I mean, I’m Damien.” A hand went up in a semi-wave. “Nice meeting you, um…?”

Unfortunately for the kid, the White Rabbit had other plans. As soon as Damien started backing away she was on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Hello, where do you think you’re going? The fun is over here!” Tick grinned before bringing her mask back down and then leading the poor kid back to the action. She nodded to her sister to continue.

“Who’s your friend?” March Hare asked with a snicker. 

“Don’t know. What’s your name, kid?” White Rabbit asked before looking back at her Sis, “I think this one ‘s shy.” 

He froze, his grip tightening on the cart’s handle.  

Shit.

The first thought that ran through his head was that his little sister was going to be so mad if he didn’t return with her candy. The second and more pressing thought, was that he’d somehow managed to break the one rule of surviving a stick-up in Gotham: Don’t ever be the center of attention.

Vaguely aware that he’d taken his cart with him, he reluctantly followed her. As much as he tried to avoid eye contact, he couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at his captor’s mask. There was a terrible feeling he was forgetting something important. 

He balked at the question. “D-Dai… Um. Nobody?” It was said half-wincing, half-hopeful.

notthesonofabillionaire:

“Not really. They are kinda like normal customers, just, more eccentric. Most f them. Scarecrow isn’t as fun as Harley Quinn or Mad Hatter. And they always tip well. No, it’s the normal civilian customers that I usually have a problem with. Unless it’s Joker. I’ve had a few issues with Joker. He keeps to himself though because I have blackmail.”

“You actually met the Joker? And blackmailed him?” This just keeps getting better and better. Heck- he wasn’t sure what to be more mind-blown by: The fact that Gotham’s most dangerous rogues not only got haircuts, but paid and even tipped for them, or that Hayden seemed to think they were easier to handle than normal customers.

Eventually he decided, with an awestruck expression, that they were the most badass person he’s ever met.

“But... geez, they must be pretty horrible if you think they’re second only to the Joker. How can normal customers be worse than rogues?”

@caughtinthecog (Continued from this thread: http://caughtinthecog.tumblr.com/post/159884918229/excuse-me-but-ive-lost-a-dog-cogwheel )

“So, you’re like an inventor then?” It was hard not to get too distracted from the task at hand, but how could he not be interested? “Is it hard? Why animals? Do you use them for something or is it for fun- ”

He stopped, staring intently at a bush. “…That can’t have just been me. Did you see that?”

“I guess? That is one way to see it… And well, if it’s hard, isn’t that relative? It’s not that hard for me, but- Well, I’m too forgetful to take care of real animals, and I love animals, so I thought why not build my own animals, really. They also do lots of stuff, like guard my workshop and such-”

Providing company. Heating. Killing bullies. Being her weapons during crimes. That sorta thing too.

She turns to him. “See what?”

She follows his gaze to the brush and moves over to it silently- And the dog dashes out. and she throws herself after it, barely managing to grab it with her left arm, letting out a huff from the contact with the ground.

He was about to reply, but the dog’s sudden bolt sends him tumbling back with a yell. It took him a few minutes to recover from the shock before he realized that she’d caught a robot dog- OH! Robot dog!

“Shffff- hang on, I-I’m coming!”

Tripping a few times over his feet, he joined her and stood directly in front of the dog- only to hesitate. Frick. What if it bites? What if it shoot lasers?!

But from the looks of things, she might have hurt her other arm, and she definitely wouldn’t be able to keep it there for too long alone. The backpack quickly came off, along with his jacket.

…Which he then proceeded to trap the metal dog with, pinning down the sides over it like a tent. “O-OKAY, I GOT HIM? If you’re gonna do something, do it fast!”

She manages to scramble so she reaches to shut off the dog. “Sorry Warren- And you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyway, I guess it looked a bit worse than it was…”

She sometimes forgot not everyone knew she had a metal arm under her jacket. She easily picks the dog up with said arm, and places it under it.

“I’ll have to check him for bugs again when I get back to the workshop, he shouldn’t do this.”

“Ohh… ohokay.” He made a face, let go of the jacket and pulled it off the dog with a small cough. “Kinda, yeah. Sorry.”

He wore the jacket and brushed the dust off his knees. “But hey, you’re welcome! Uh- you’re not hurt, are you? It kinda looked like you took a bad fall- one sec.”

He dug through his pockets. After a few seconds, he held out a fist and produced… an unused, but crumpled bandaid. “Uh. Here?”

“It’s fine, though, really, I appreciate it!” She laughs slightly. “And nonono, I’m not hurt, just, my left arm might be a teeny bit stronger than my right so- Catching him with my left is far easier. That’s all.” Well, it was really a lot stronger…

But that was details.

“Thank you.” She does not accept the bandaid, however.

He shrugged. “If you say so!” And back into his pocket the bandaid went.

Now that he didn’t have to worry about potentially being disintegrated, he could properly admire the robot. An impressed whistle soon followed. 

“You even got the hind legs down! Our art class always draws them like human knees.” He glanced up. “Are you going to be able to fix him? All the bugs and stuff?”

@caughtinthecog (Continued from this thread: http://caughtinthecog.tumblr.com/post/159884918229/excuse-me-but-ive-lost-a-dog-cogwheel )

“So, you’re like an inventor then?” It was hard not to get too distracted from the task at hand, but how could he not be interested? “Is it hard? Why animals? Do you use them for something or is it for fun- ”

He stopped, staring intently at a bush. “…That can’t have just been me. Did you see that?”

“I guess? That is one way to see it… And well, if it’s hard, isn’t that relative? It’s not that hard for me, but- Well, I’m too forgetful to take care of real animals, and I love animals, so I thought why not build my own animals, really. They also do lots of stuff, like guard my workshop and such-”

Providing company. Heating. Killing bullies. Being her weapons during crimes. That sorta thing too.

She turns to him. “See what?”

She follows his gaze to the brush and moves over to it silently- And the dog dashes out. and she throws herself after it, barely managing to grab it with her left arm, letting out a huff from the contact with the ground.

He was about to reply, but the dog’s sudden bolt sends him tumbling back with a yell. It took him a few minutes to recover from the shock before he realized that she’d caught a robot dog- OH! Robot dog!

“Shffff- hang on, I-I’m coming!”

Tripping a few times over his feet, he joined her and stood directly in front of the dog- only to hesitate. Frick. What if it bites? What if it shoot lasers?!

But from the looks of things, she might have hurt her other arm, and she definitely wouldn’t be able to keep it there for too long alone. The backpack quickly came off, along with his jacket.

…Which he then proceeded to trap the metal dog with, pinning down the sides over it like a tent. “O-OKAY, I GOT HIM? If you’re gonna do something, do it fast!”

She manages to scramble so she reaches to shut off the dog. “Sorry Warren- And you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyway, I guess it looked a bit worse than it was…”

She sometimes forgot not everyone knew she had a metal arm under her jacket. She easily picks the dog up with said arm, and places it under it.

“I’ll have to check him for bugs again when I get back to the workshop, he shouldn’t do this.”

“Ohh… ohokay.” He made a face, let go of the jacket and pulled it off the dog with a small cough. “Kinda, yeah. Sorry.”

He wore the jacket and brushed the dust off his knees. “But hey, you’re welcome! Uh- you’re not hurt, are you? It kinda looked like you took a bad fall- one sec.”

He dug through his pockets. After a few seconds, he held out a fist and produced… an unused, but crumpled bandaid. “Uh. Here?”

notthesonofabillionaire:

“I work as a hairdresser. Nothing too exciting when normal people come in. The exciting peopel are the rogues that come in. But the normal citizens, they make me want to become a rogue myself sometimes. But I shouldn’t keep you, it’s just a bunch of complaining about people being just, ugh.”

“Whoa wait, you have rogues coming in?!” Welp, if they were hoping to get rid of him, they’ve done it now. And they sounded so casual about it too! “Oh man, never really thought they’d want haircuts before- doesn’t that freak you out?”

notthesonofabillionaire:

“I mean, I’m not sure you want to hear about boring customer service complaints. Even though those complains can get very colorful considering the type of people in Gotham.”

“An you don’t have to worry about helping me find my friend, she usually hangs out around here on a whim, I just thought that today was one of those days she decided to do that again.”

“I can go away if you want, I know it’s a tad weird having a random person come up to you and start complaining.”

“Ohhh… and no- that’s okay, I mean. Unless you want to? Or if you want me to leave instead?” He checked his phone, pausing a bit. “I’m heading home soon anyway, but I still have time till the bus gets here.”

“And I mean… yeah, okay, I’m not gonna lie, that was kinda weird,but you didn’t know, so. Plus, weird is good? Sometimes?” It was a weak grin, but still sincere. “Well, maybe not all the time; I mean, like you said, it’s Gotham sooo… yeaaah.”

“Um, you said something about customer service, right? What do you work as, if that’s okay?”

I’m going to put this in my rules but

I’M NOT AN EXPECTANT RP’ER

If I like your starter call, send you a meme, or reply to a thread, and you don’t respond to it, I honestly don’t mind. I never expect anything from anyone, and I’m never demanding with RP’ing. It dosn’t matter if we talk every day, are really good friends, or if we talk occasionally/not at all, I never expect anything from anyone ! This is your hobby, your escape, and your relaxation, don’t stress yourself thinking “ Oh god I haven’t replied/haven’t made a starter/haven’t posted her meme, she must think I’m ignoring her ” I’m not thinking that at all !! Seriously !!

Friend, acquaintance, or mutual, don’t pressure yourself thinking I’ll be bitching about it, I won’t. I don’t mind, and it’s not hurt my feelings. You do you ♥

@caughtinthecog (Continued from this thread: http://caughtinthecog.tumblr.com/post/159884918229/excuse-me-but-ive-lost-a-dog-cogwheel )

“So, you’re like an inventor then?” It was hard not to get too distracted from the task at hand, but how could he not be interested? “Is it hard? Why animals? Do you use them for something or is it for fun- ”

He stopped, staring intently at a bush. “…That can’t have just been me. Did you see that?”

“I guess? That is one way to see it… And well, if it’s hard, isn’t that relative? It’s not that hard for me, but- Well, I’m too forgetful to take care of real animals, and I love animals, so I thought why not build my own animals, really. They also do lots of stuff, like guard my workshop and such-”

Providing company. Heating. Killing bullies. Being her weapons during crimes. That sorta thing too.

She turns to him. “See what?”

She follows his gaze to the brush and moves over to it silently- And the dog dashes out. and she throws herself after it, barely managing to grab it with her left arm, letting out a huff from the contact with the ground.

He was about to reply, but the dog’s sudden bolt sends him tumbling back with a yell. It took him a few minutes to recover from the shock before he realized that she’d caught a robot dog- OH! Robot dog!

“Shffff- hang on, I-I’m coming!”

Tripping a few times over his feet, he joined her and stood directly in front of the dog- only to hesitate. Frick. What if it bites? What if it shoot lasers?!

But from the looks of things, she might have hurt her other arm, and she definitely wouldn’t be able to keep it there for too long alone. The backpack quickly came off, along with his jacket.

...Which he then proceeded to trap the metal dog with, pinning down the sides over it like a tent. “O-OKAY, I GOT HIM? If you’re gonna do something, do it fast!”