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I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]

You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]

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[boilover]

Name a place.

[Mick doesn't have his heat gun, he has a light and some alcohol he knows how to burn with. Mostly, Mick is unarmed and he knows provoking this fight is a sure loss but that's just the headspace he's in right now. A fight for the sake of a fight.]

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[trigeminalheadache]

[ She should make this private. If she really wanted a fair shot at him, she'd make her response just between the two of them. Leaving it public just means someone can stop her.

Maybe, somewhere in there, she wants someone to stop her. ]

Outside. The gardens.

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[boilover]

Lemme grab my booze, I'll be there.

[Mick doesn't care what this is or when this one got so determined to pick a fight, he just knows that he's got nothing to lose by doing this. But she had a hell of a lot more and that was his victory.]

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[trigeminalheadache]

Don't keep me waiting.

[ And with that, she cuts off her end of the feed. The restlessness and sleeplessness burns under her skin, an itch that she could scratch until she bleeds and still not satiate. But this might. She may not know Mick Rory well, but she knew enough from personal experience.

Caitlin doesn't even feel the cold as she steps outside. She'll stand there, waiting for everyone's favorite firebug. ]

[catchacold]

[Leonard has been expecting her, given he follows everything he can on Mick's post. He's not quite sure what he is expecting, because this Caitlin reminded him more of one he's known - known well - in an event than the actual person.

Either way, perhaps especially because of that, it's enough reason to get up from where he's lying and approach her, stopping just a few feet away.]

Ironically, you need to cool down.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ This Caitlin certainly looks different than the one he's gotten to know here in Wonderland. Her expression is less open, less friendly. There's an anger there, and not focused solely on Mick. Her hair is lighter, badly concealed streaks of white blonde hidden within. But most telling is the way her eyes glow, haunting and pale.

She sets her jaw as he stands, her arms crossed over her chest. ]

You need to go inside and stay out of my way.

[catchacold]

Mick's mine to deal with and I dealt with him.

[Which is obvious just from the look of him, which is the very opposite of Caitlin's suddenly so intimidating appearance. Leonard just looks tired. Tired, bruised and beaten. Some of the worst parts of his life, relived. It doesn't make for a good day.

She's not helping.]

You wanna get to him, you go through me.

[trigeminalheadache]

Do you think I won't?

[ She's tired. She's exhausted by people thinking they know or understand her when, clearly, they don't. Her self-control is hanging by a thread at the moment, one that Leonard just plucked at.

Still. There's something in Caitlin that softens as she looks him over. ]

Looks more like he dealt with you.

[catchacold]

He's my partner, even if he doesn't feel like it right now. If what he needs to do to is to pound on me, I can take it.

[He watches her, his gaze steady. Finally he takes a step closer, indicating her hands.]

How well can you control that?

[trigeminalheadache]

[ She stands her ground as he steps closer. Snart and Rory didn't phase her when they had kidnapped her in the past, and she isn't going to seem scared now. Not in the slightest.

To answer his question, she holds up an index finger. In a matter of seconds, a shaft of ice extends from the tip, narrowing until it reaches a fine and razor-sharp point. ]

Well enough.

[ She isn't going to admit that she loses her grip on it when she gets emotional. He doesn't need to know that. No one needs to know that. ]

Does it really matter either way?

[catchacold]

You know it does.

[They might have only had that same power during an event, in another reality, but that doesn't mean he can't remember. Leonard raises his hand to hers, not touching but mirroring how she's holding her fingers.]

If you can control yourself, it can't control you.

[trigeminalheadache]

That's a nice thought.

[ There's less acid in Caitlin's voice. Instead, there's a void, an emptiness that echoes. She pulls her hand away, closing it into a loose fist that knocks the ice off her finger. ]

Don't pretend you know what I'm going through because you had powers for five minutes.

[catchacold]

I'm not talking about powers. I'm talking about anger.

[His voice softens a little, less of his usual drawl, his eyes following her fingers as his own hand closes into a fist as well.]

Hurt.