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There was strange, and there was STRANGE
Jun. 11th, 2016 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ice_tomeetyouLeonard Snart had seen a lot in the last few years. First Barry and his speed, causing so many problems in Central City (and at least two trips to prison he could have done without), then the Waverider and the time travelling part of it. Truly, waking up after his fight with Mick into a strange place, where he was told he was in 'quarantine'? He was at the stage of shrugging and just rolling with it.
He absorbed as much as he could about his new surroundings in the time in quarantine. After all, what was the point in wasting it? Maps, general information about who was there, anything was devoured in an attempt to make the best of it. Because he was so good at it, and all this was was somewhere new to rob blind.
His bruises had pretty much faded by the time they opened the door. That was fine. The outfit was basic, but then, it was most of the time. He could deal. It wouldn't take long to find some decent clothes.
With his usual swagger in place, and a faint half smile plastered on, Captain Cold stepped out into the main area, surveying his surroundings. It may look like he was being casual about it, but he was taking every single thing in. First order of business - explore every single square inch of this place that he could. Firstly to check for hidey holes that could be used; secondly to check that they were truly stuck here; thirdly... there was bound to be something to steal. The technology was beyond anything even on the Waverider. Fencing it could be more of a problem, but it was nothing he hadn't worked with before. Was there a black market in place? If not, it could be a great little sideline.
Opportunities. That's what he had. If he was away from his friends (and who knew who was actually his friend right now), opportunities was the next best thing.
[Len's in full on charm mode right now. He's as approachable and as curious as he ever will be.]
He absorbed as much as he could about his new surroundings in the time in quarantine. After all, what was the point in wasting it? Maps, general information about who was there, anything was devoured in an attempt to make the best of it. Because he was so good at it, and all this was was somewhere new to rob blind.
His bruises had pretty much faded by the time they opened the door. That was fine. The outfit was basic, but then, it was most of the time. He could deal. It wouldn't take long to find some decent clothes.
With his usual swagger in place, and a faint half smile plastered on, Captain Cold stepped out into the main area, surveying his surroundings. It may look like he was being casual about it, but he was taking every single thing in. First order of business - explore every single square inch of this place that he could. Firstly to check for hidey holes that could be used; secondly to check that they were truly stuck here; thirdly... there was bound to be something to steal. The technology was beyond anything even on the Waverider. Fencing it could be more of a problem, but it was nothing he hadn't worked with before. Was there a black market in place? If not, it could be a great little sideline.
Opportunities. That's what he had. If he was away from his friends (and who knew who was actually his friend right now), opportunities was the next best thing.
[Len's in full on charm mode right now. He's as approachable and as curious as he ever will be.]
