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The Shade ([personal profile] foreshadower) wrote2012-10-28 11:45 pm

IC Contact

IC CONTACT


[ Shade prefers letters or other sorts of mail, but he can also be contacted through text or voice. ]
runningstart: four balls on the edge of a cliff (ww; okay picture this)

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[personal profile] runningstart 2014-08-26 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, not a soul. [Wally grins and mimes zipping and locking his mouth shut.] Far as I know, you're just the real Slim Shady.
runningstart: but even cooler (ww; slick as ice)

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[personal profile] runningstart 2014-08-27 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Yup! [Wally grabs the lease and eagerly looks it over.] This is all I needed. Seriously, thank you so much, this means a lot to me. [He turns to leave before- oh, yes.

He pauses, digs a picture out of his pocket and hands the Shade a picture of a rare first-edition print of Moby Dick in what might be an old cellar or warehouse. It's in a glass case at least, to protect it from the elements. It's also surrounded by lights and mirrors on all sides as well as below, leaving the area virtually free of shadows.]


Found this at the flea market the other day. I don't think the guy knew what it was worth, because he let go of it for like forty bucks. [Considering he also tried to sell Wally a busted smartphone for three hundred dollars, he doesn't feel too bad for taking advantage of the deal.]

It's in De Chima somewhere, but I won't tell you where. I'm gonna be running security detail around it for the next week until I move it to another location. No more location clues after it gets moved.

I also called in a few favors and had Robin set up a few security measures to protect it from theft. ["A few" meaning "a fuckton" considering he's a Bat and all.] Have fun!
runningstart: (ww; windblown)

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[personal profile] runningstart 2014-08-27 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well I'm quite the hero! [Not his best comeback, but the guy was disappearing.] So freakin' dramatic, [Wally murmurs with a smile, eyes darting between the late evening shadows before he folds the lease back up and jogs out of the park and back for home.]