Singin' in the Rain

[Rio Keâts]

He nodded slowly, shifting his gaze between Oracle and the alleyway. It'd certainly be better for him to find another restaurant. But the food smelled delicious, and wasn't that being slightly selfish? He grinned at her cheerfully and bounced away from the alley. It was better for him to shrug it off with his cheerful nature.

"I'll find another restaurant!" He declared, jumping along down the path. He rounded a few corners and ended up at another small restaurant. Riocard glanced at Oracle. "Is this okay?" He asked. He had decided that he wouldn't be as picky as he normally was (and for a traveller that had to eat what came his way, he was pretty picky). He decided that as long as it wasn't down a narrow way or smelled like fish he'd eat there.[/size]

[Oracle]

She shook her head and laughed a little following him as he bounded around corners and when he stopped and asked her if it the place was ok she nodded “ya it’s fine I’m not picky just hungry” she laughed slightly and started walking into the restaurant

[Rio Keâts]

At her directions to just find a place to eat, he nodded and looked around brightly. “Well, as long as they don’t have fish there, I’m fine,” he said cheerfully. He pushed opened the door to the small restaurant and bowed, gesturing for her to go in first. “Ladies first,” he said, grinning up at her. When she walked past him, he straightened and let the door shut behind him. He glanced around at the restaurant; it seemed like a pretty standard British sandwich shop. The soft scent of tuna ran past him, and he scrunched his nose distastefully but decided not to abandon ship just because they served tuna sandwiches.

(Even though he really hated fish. What a brave soul he was.)

“This place looks pretty decent,” he said to Oracle optimistically, grinning at her. He sat in the middle of the restaurant, humming happily as he dug in his pack and pulled out a stolen wallet with some stolen money.

A waiter came over the pair and gave them the once over; a girl with multi-colored hair and a boy with mud on his clothes. “Hello. Do you know what you want?” he asked, gesturing towards the menu.

Riocard grinned. “Chocolate milk and a chicken sandwich,” he said, and pulled his legs into the chair, staring up at the waiter with wide eyes. “Oh, and can I get a chocolate cookie, too?” he asked childishly.

“Sure,” the waiter said, and turned his attention to Oracle. “And you?”

[Oracle]

Oracle walked in the restaurant in front of Rio “Such a gentleman” she walked over and took a seat, nodding “Ya it does, could do without the smell but you know beggars can’t be choosers ” she picked up the menu in front of her looking it over. She looked over it at Riocard and she couldn’t help but smile and shake her head as he pulled his legs into the chair

“umm can I just get a plate of chips, thanks” she handed the waiter the menu. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small travel bottle of Ketchup. “You have a thing for chocolate Rio heh.”

“so what’s your story Rio, that is...if you don’t mind me asking. she started to shake the ketchup bottle so it would break the seal and it wouldn’t be a pain to get it out when the frys came.

[Rio Keâts]

The waiter nodded, writing their order down quickly and disappearing into the back of the restaurant. Riocard shifted his attention away from the waiter and back to the woman in front of him. “You have a thing for chocolate Rio heh,” she chuckled. He smiled sheepishly and rested his forehead against his kneecaps until his blush subsided.

He looked back up as the waiter brought Rio his chocolate milk and Oracle her water. “I love chocolate,” he agreed. “It makes me happy when skies are grey. Well, I like any kind of sweets, but chocolate is definitely my most favourite thing in the world,” he admitted, tapping a thoughtful finger to his chin. “Strawberries, too. So I think I’d be pretty darn happy with chocolate covered strawberries,” he grinned, drinking his chocolate milk through a bendy straw the waiter had placed on the table.

The Frenchman was content with simply playing with his straw, making it bend all sorts of ways until Oracle spoke. “So what’s your story Rio, that is…if you don’t mind me asking?” she asked. Riocard’s grin softened and he watched her open the ketchup bottle.

“Isn’t much to the story,” he said with a light, indifferent shrug. “I was born in France. I travelled a lot with my father until he died. On my own now,” he said, with a pointed glance at his raggedy messenger bag. “Bit of a drifter.” None of what he said was a lie; he just decided not to tell her how he’d killed six men, was wanted in four different countries, and a ‘record’ that could span the length of Europe.

Other than that, he was the docile, carefree Rio everyone knew and loved.

The waiter came back with the food, placing the chips in front of Oracle and the cookie and sandwich in front of Rio. “Enjoy,” the waiter said simply, walking to another table.

“And your story?” he asked quietly, taking a chomp out of his chocolate cookie.

[Oracle]

Oracle smiled “Always good to have something that makes everything better.” she took a drink of her water looking around a second before returning her attention back to Rio

She popped the top off of her ketchup bottle putting some of it all over her frys then putting it back in her bag, picking up her fork she stabbed some of the frys and munched on them a little bit.

She shrugged “oh you know the usually.” she poked the frys around a little bit with her fork “Orphan, lived on my own for...probably longer then is healthy.” she took another bite of the frys and shrugged “nothing special, I guess” she left out the bits about being an alien, the problems she’d had with the governments over the years and the people from those parts of the governments she’d had to kill over the years when they managed to get to close.

[Rio Keâts]

“Always good to have something that makes everything better,” she said. Riocard shrugged, playing with the bendy part of his straw again, ignoring the sandwich in favour of the cookie and milk. He dropped his legs out of his seat, swinging them under him as he watched her pour the ketchup on her fries.

“Oh you know the usual,” she said when he asked her about her story. “Orphan, lived on my own for…probably longer then is healthy,” she continued. Riocard frowned, unaware that being an orphan was ‘the usual’. He put his head in his hand, pouting at her.

“I’m very sorry. I think you are special,” he said cheerfully, offering her some of his cookie. Which was a pretty big deal if you asked him; he’d cut off someone’s hands if they tried to take his chocolate by force. “Did you know your parents?”

[Oracle]

Oracle looked up at Rio from eating her frys, she shrugged “I’m very sorry. I think you are special,” that caused Oracle to smile and she broke off a small bit of his cookie “why thank you Rio.” she popped the bit of cookie in her mouth laughing a little bit.

“Did you know your parents?” Oracle turned her attention back to the frys in front of her rolling one around with her fork, she looked off to the side trying to see if she remembered anything, before placing the fork down and rubbing the bridge of her nose “I’m sure I did but the memory is gone.”

[The Second Doctor]

Alec had twelve bombs set in the city. The first of which was in a small restaurant that served a horrible fish sandwich. Alec usually liked to have a reason to kill, but he had grown so bitter, so wicked, and so...bored.

In his hands the Timelord fiddled with the detonator. Twelve buttons- you guessed it! - synchronized with the twelve corresponding explosives. His Tardis was parked across the street from the restaurant, and he made his way there. After all, what was the fun of making something explode if you weren't there to watch it?

Sitting at a table, he reached into his coat pocket, and seconds later...

The entire kitchen was in flames. He sat back and crossed his arms, listening to the panic as people scrambled out. He grinned.
"Hope the rest are like this." he said under his breath.

[Rio Keâts]

Riocard finished off his chocolate milk. “Why thank you Rio,” the woman said. He shrugged and smiled, twirling his cookie around their table. “I’m sure I did,” she continued, speaking now about her parents. Riocard raised his eyes curiously. “but the memory is gone.”

What would he have done if he wasn’t able to remember his father? Sympathy tugged at him once more, and he looked down at his cookie, disheartened by the new information. He wasn’t able to meet his mother – she’d died in childbirth – but his father spoke of her so richly that it was almost as though he’d known her. Riocard looked back up towards her. He reached out his hand to pat her shoulder sympathetically, when a loud noise startled him.

Ungracefully flailing backwards, Riocard tipped his chair backward, landing roughly on the table behind them, causing it to flip over and a bowl of soup crack on his skull. His long legs were wrapped clumsily around his chair, his fingers slightly crushed under the table that fell on him, and his head covered in cold noodle soup. He stood up, his head buzzing loudly from both the noise and the relatively minor injuries he sustained due to his awkward flounder.

Fire.

A flicker of a memory surged through his mind. Something from a long time ago – before his father died, even. He pushed it back, not wanting to dredge up a long-forgotten memory whilst there were people trying to escape from a fiery death. Bright green eyes scanned the restaurant critically – first trying to see if there were a fire extinguisher – when they landed on an eerily familiar man. The man said something under his breath, but, due to the amount of screaming and the irritating buzzing in his head, Riocard couldn’t hear.

Seven people had run out of the kitchen – that much he could remember. There had been two waiters that he’d seen – the rest of them were, he presumed, the people who had been cooking. He took a hazy step to the kitchen, when the gas stove and cooking oils exploded as well. If anyone had still been inside the kitchen, they were dead now.

“Oracle,” he said, turning his attention back to the woman. “I’m going to see if anyone was hurt.”

[Oracle]

The explosion was enough to set every warning bell in Oracles head off, after it she rolled off under a table crouching with one leg folded under her and one stretched out to her side and both hands placed firmly on the floor with electricity popping from her hands some before stopping, she scanned the vicinity carefully noticeing a man sitting off to the side he seemed to happy about all of this but she’d deal with that later there might be people in the kitchen that still needed help.

Seeing Rio run to the kitchen only to see it explode in his face, scrambling out from under the table she moved over to where Rio was “I’m going to see if anyone was hurt.” Oracle shook her head “Not alone your not” she looked around and grabbed two white table napkins and poured some water from the same table onto the napkins and handed one of them to Rio “For smoke inhalation.” without a second thought she headed into the kitchen.

[Rio Keâts]

“Not alone your not,” the woman replied, shoving a napkin into his hands. Rio blinked up at her, wondering vaguely if he had any chocolate around his mouth. “For smoke inhalation,”[/i] she explained briefly, running into the kitchen. Rio nodded simply, pressing the napkin to his mouth as he followed her.

The heat coming from the kitchen was nearly unbelievable. This isn’t safe, he told himself. He ignored the voice and continued into the kitchen. Broken glass crunched beneath his rain boots. “Oracle? I-I don’t think anyone is still in here,” he called, kicking broken glass and boards away from him. He grasped her arm and pulled her to him, nearly dragging her out of the kitchen. “Even if there was still someone in there,” he said, “they wouldn’t have survived that. Especially not with all the cooking oils, Ora.”

He looked at the door leading to the street. He could see the rain still falling. He looked between the man who was relaxing in the corner and the alluring outdoors.

Sometimes, he groused inwardly, I hate being a good guy.

“You!” he shouted, French accent accidentally leaking through. He ignored it and stepped up to the man. “What did you do? You could have killed someone, if you didn’t already.”

With that speech out of the way, he looked over at Ora, clearly expecting some sort of back-up. He had no idea what to do now, or even if his ‘hunch’ that this man caused the explosion was correct.

“And that’s… bad.”[/size][/font]