《 Rebel & Dan》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Alvaro, Roman,<a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>; Dan; a bunch of kids<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/0925ma3jbre81-jpg.132811/" title="0925ma3jbre81.jpg">
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</div>The fact that Alvaro had been raised from the slums by a group of assassins made a lot of sense. The Sicarios had a reach that went far beyond the southern border, and when he did his gang training he remembered their name.<br/><br/>All in all, he felt like he could work with Alvaro. He seemed like the kind of man who took direction well and could work towards a common goal. Those were attributes Rebel could work with.<br/><br/>Dan went one way and Alvaro another. Glancing at where Dan went, he saw that it was to the man who had spent the night making sure that Rebel would be alright. He smiled as he recalled his name. Roman. That was right; he had seemed like a decent fellow and knowing Dan, they'd have a lot in common around sports.<br/><br/>That was where Rebel had first recruited Dan. The tall athlete was working to try to keep everyone interested in fitness and community activities but it was a hard thing to do when the world was falling apart. After one of the yoga classes that Sou attended, Rebel pulled Dan aside.<br/><br/>"You have a lot more you could do for the community than workouts," he had said. Rebel remembered how Dan had protested; he was a fitness instructor and life coach. Things like patrolling and fighting were out of his league. But a couple of interactions, some on the ju-jitsu mat, and a few lessons with firearms convinced him that he could do both.<br/><br/>Rebel decided that Dan deserved a break from duty after what he had been through and waved at him and Roman as he left the field and headed towards the armory.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">҉        ҉        ҉​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/crop-jpg.132812/" title="crop.jpg">
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</div>Dan instantly liked the way this man interacted with the kids. It was wholesome. Apple pie and baseball. It was everything that Dan missed about the world, and then some.<br/><br/>"Roman, hi." To him the easy-going feel of their meeting was made more authentic by the sounds of the kids doing what kids did. "You look familiar, but I can't place you." His eyes squinted as he tried to discern where he had met the man.<br/><br/>The presence of professional gear did not go unnoticed by him, but Dan assumed that it was just gear they had scavenged.<br/><br/><i>"We're not in trouble, are we?" </i>Roman<i> joked.</i><br/><br/>Dan chuckled and shook his head. "No, not in trouble," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. One of the kids called her coach and it gave him a chance to study Roman. He mused over the name. Roman…Roman Hale…like Mr. Hale's son? That brought a concerned knit to his brows.<br/><br/>He was wondering if<i>he</i>should be the one asking if he was in trouble! He also wondered if Roman knew that his brother had slaughtered those exiled and almost shot him in the process, but that wasn't something that Dan could lay on him.<br/><br/>Roman asked about his previous employment and Dan raised his brows. "Yeah, I was," he nodded. "That was what brought me here; the roads into Seattle were closed and I couldn't get back when it all went down." It had been a lucky accident; the entire city had gone into chaos. It was likely he wouldn't have survived the riots.<br/><br/>As Roman got canned for cussing, Dan stole a moment to look him over. He wouldn't mind working out with him or giving him a deep tissue massage. Or any other kind of massage. He hadn't thought about relationships for quite some time, but Roman being a Hale put a layer of complexity to it. He inhaled, looked away, and let his breath out. Why did things have to get so fucking complicated?<br/><br/>The cap and cup brought a grin to his face and let him divert his thoughts to more innocent things. "Kids don't miss much," he agreed. He smacked a hand on Roman's shoulder, a friendly man-to-man touch that meant 'all's-good.' It also let him touch him, and what he felt wasn't bad. Not bad at all.<br/><br/>"Well hey, I gotta go find my boss. It's good you're doing this," he indicated the children with a dip of his head. "If you ever need a hand and I'm not on duty, look me up."