[It's been three days since she made her first acquaintance with Red Robin and two days since he'd fixed her up with an apartment that was three times the size of her previous cheap motel room. It's-well, strange is something of an understatement, but that's what comes to mind-strange to think about what her life has become. Stuck in another universe, staying in a city with more masks than she'd ever imagined could exist.
Red Robin had explained the necessary details to her. Apparently universe travel wasn't as rare here as it was on her own Earth, but it was still unusual enough to warrant interest. He's looking into it, stopping by on a daily basis to fill her in on his progress. The kid is sweet. He worries about her, that much is obvious. They don't talk about the other Laurel, no, the other Dinah but she knows that he's working with her more than he would be if she wore a different face.
Sometimes she needs a break from that. From thinking about everything. Since drinking is out, she clears her mind by going on a walk to take the city in. It's all she can do to keep her thoughts from driving her insane. Besides, Gotham makes it easy to get distracted. It isn't like any other city she's ever been to. Even with the bright lights shining over this part of town, there's something dark about it, something gritty and real. (It draws her in, piques her interest even as she knows she's playing with fire.)
Which is why she's walking now, despite the warnings about what kind of city this is. It's just after midnight and she's gone past the comfortable well kept streets near the place she's staying, straying into the other side of town. (Something tells her that in Gotham, the "other" side of town is a lot more encompassing than the rest of the city.)
She's not looking for a fight, really. She's just...looking for a reason to smash some faces in. There's a difference, honestly.
Opportunity comes only minutes into her jaunt down a dark street. Three men hassling a younger girl trying to get home, probably from work. Laurel's pace quickens and her fists tighten at her sides as she approaches. She's not dressed for this but like hell is that gonna stop her from helping.]
Hey! Get away from her! [The men stop and the woman takes the chance to pull away, shooting her a grateful look before running in the opposite direction. Annoyed, the three (at least one of whom is drunk off of his ass) turn their attention to Laurel. She grins-cocky and hard like she imagines Sara used to-as her fist collides with the jaw of the first man who reaches for her, feels her knuckles split open against his jaw and revels in the pain as she watches him drop like a stone. The drunk one of course.
The other two are more reserved, eyeing their buddy on the ground and evidently deciding she's not as easy pickings as they first thought. They don't run though, and she's glad. She needs this. (For all the wrong reasons and maybe a few right ones, she needs it.) At a nod shared between the two of them, they charge her at the same time, and Laurel's grin widens. Maybe her night is beginning to pick up.]
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Red Robin had explained the necessary details to her. Apparently universe travel wasn't as rare here as it was on her own Earth, but it was still unusual enough to warrant interest. He's looking into it, stopping by on a daily basis to fill her in on his progress. The kid is sweet. He worries about her, that much is obvious. They don't talk about the other Laurel, no, the other Dinah but she knows that he's working with her more than he would be if she wore a different face.
Sometimes she needs a break from that. From thinking about everything. Since drinking is out, she clears her mind by going on a walk to take the city in. It's all she can do to keep her thoughts from driving her insane. Besides, Gotham makes it easy to get distracted. It isn't like any other city she's ever been to. Even with the bright lights shining over this part of town, there's something dark about it, something gritty and real. (It draws her in, piques her interest even as she knows she's playing with fire.)
Which is why she's walking now, despite the warnings about what kind of city this is. It's just after midnight and she's gone past the comfortable well kept streets near the place she's staying, straying into the other side of town. (Something tells her that in Gotham, the "other" side of town is a lot more encompassing than the rest of the city.)
She's not looking for a fight, really. She's just...looking for a reason to smash some faces in. There's a difference, honestly.
Opportunity comes only minutes into her jaunt down a dark street. Three men hassling a younger girl trying to get home, probably from work. Laurel's pace quickens and her fists tighten at her sides as she approaches. She's not dressed for this but like hell is that gonna stop her from helping.]
Hey! Get away from her! [The men stop and the woman takes the chance to pull away, shooting her a grateful look before running in the opposite direction. Annoyed, the three (at least one of whom is drunk off of his ass) turn their attention to Laurel. She grins-cocky and hard like she imagines Sara used to-as her fist collides with the jaw of the first man who reaches for her, feels her knuckles split open against his jaw and revels in the pain as she watches him drop like a stone. The drunk one of course.
The other two are more reserved, eyeing their buddy on the ground and evidently deciding she's not as easy pickings as they first thought. They don't run though, and she's glad. She needs this. (For all the wrong reasons and maybe a few right ones, she needs it.) At a nod shared between the two of them, they charge her at the same time, and Laurel's grin widens. Maybe her night is beginning to pick up.]