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capeandcowllogs2010-01-16 09:04 pm
liverletdie) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-01-16 09:04 pm
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Has he asked if you're alone if what he sees is all you own
WHO: James Bond and Tony Stark
WHERE: Some upper-crust function of some sort!
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WARNINGS: Egos going one on one here!
SUMMARY: Bond wants to say hi to the Infamous Tony Stark...before stealing his car
FORMAT: Whatever!
Weaving between one pair or another, Tony made his way through the crowds at the charity function. He'd arrived in one of his best cars, with a gorgeous date at his side. The valet had slipped him his ticket for the Austin Martin, and he'd slipped it into his pocket.
He'd made all the motions, promising to donate money towards the charity, introduced himself to the people who didn't know him, said hi to those whom he'd already been introduced to previously. It had been difficult getting into the swing of things, and becoming a name known by everyone, but he'd done it. Nearly a year here, and everyone knew who Tony Stark, and who Iron Man were. Not that his reputation wasn't well enougy known. An import who already had some of the best cars, the most money, and outwardly didn't look different, and didn't display any powers. He wore a suit, of all things. Thankfully, he'd been in the habit of keeping his hair just long enough to hide the ports in the back of his neck, so nobody ever guessed what those were used for.
He walked the walk, and talked the talk, smiling and joking, although his glass held water instead of champagne. It was well enough for the night, although he had no idea how bad it was going to go.
WHERE: Some upper-crust function of some sort!
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WARNINGS: Egos going one on one here!
SUMMARY: Bond wants to say hi to the Infamous Tony Stark...before stealing his car
FORMAT: Whatever!
Weaving between one pair or another, Tony made his way through the crowds at the charity function. He'd arrived in one of his best cars, with a gorgeous date at his side. The valet had slipped him his ticket for the Austin Martin, and he'd slipped it into his pocket.
He'd made all the motions, promising to donate money towards the charity, introduced himself to the people who didn't know him, said hi to those whom he'd already been introduced to previously. It had been difficult getting into the swing of things, and becoming a name known by everyone, but he'd done it. Nearly a year here, and everyone knew who Tony Stark, and who Iron Man were. Not that his reputation wasn't well enougy known. An import who already had some of the best cars, the most money, and outwardly didn't look different, and didn't display any powers. He wore a suit, of all things. Thankfully, he'd been in the habit of keeping his hair just long enough to hide the ports in the back of his neck, so nobody ever guessed what those were used for.
He walked the walk, and talked the talk, smiling and joking, although his glass held water instead of champagne. It was well enough for the night, although he had no idea how bad it was going to go.
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He gives an appreciative eyebrow raise towards Tony's woman- that's another thing he can steal from him later on as it's hardly fair that Stark gets all the good ones- and then he's nodding his goodbyes as he makes an overly smug parting comment, "It's been a pleasure. Drive safely."
With that, he's gone, slowly making his way back through the crowds towards the grand exit. No rush. He doesn't want to make himself stand out.
The valet get given his ticket with a smile that doesn't fade as the car drifts into view a short while later. With keys and car, he adjusts his tie, cuffs, straightens out his jacket- he needs to make a good first impression to a lady this beautiful- and drops into the drivers seat, offering up an affectionate smirk as he strokes a hand across the dashboard and down the wheel. "Hello girl."
And then he's off, kicking the engine into life and screeching off down the road. He needed to work quickly, but nothing so fast he'd attract police attention. He's set up an empty garage not far from the venue, one he uses as his first stop. There he can get out, remove his suit jacket, and get to work on replacing the license plates, while scanning around the car for tracking devices. He knows Tony will have it chipped somewhere. It pains Bonds to do it, but it looks like he's got no option but to pull out the entire GPS system. It's fiddly, but he's eventually got it out, severed every wire, and disabled what he thinks should prevent any further tracking, before he slides the whole unit back into the dashboard.
He isn't stopped for long, no more then about fifteen minutes, before he's on the move again, heading straight for one of those abandoned warehouses on the dock towards a space that took even him days to find, where she'll be moved yet again tomorrow, and the next day and so forth. The car may have to lie low for a bit and keep moving, but it doesn't matter.
It's his girl now.