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loligiary2015-12-09 12:10 pm
welcomequeenalice) wrote in loligiary2015-12-09 12:10 pm
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She needs to get out of here, or she needs to get a costume. In Gotham she's got her costume and can go on an anti-monster rampage but she's got civilians here and also no backup. They likely don't even know she's gone. Which itself is terrifying.
Circling around the station brings them to a chain link fence surrounding what looks like a parking lot. There's a rusty lock on the gate, but she can see the door on the inside hanging slightly open.
"Wait here." Genevieve tucks the rebar into her bag and starts scaling the fence, tiny feet tucking between the links. Her teeth are gritted against the way the metal scrapes against her fingers.
She needs to get out of here, or she needs to get a costume. In Gotham she's got her costume and can go on an anti-monster rampage but she's got civilians here and also no backup. They likely don't even know she's gone. Which itself is terrifying.
Circling around the station brings them to a chain link fence surrounding what looks like a parking lot. There's a rusty lock on the gate, but she can see the door on the inside hanging slightly open.
"Wait here." Genevieve tucks the rebar into her bag and starts scaling the fence, tiny feet tucking between the links. Her teeth are gritted against the way the metal scrapes against her fingers.
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After a few minutes of getting his breath back and not feeling like he's been trying to outrace Usein Bolt, he looks back at Genevieve. "... How did you make it go away?"
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"I...did I?" Genevieve looks over at the little gap in the wall that the monster peered through. "I just wanted it to go away. It wasn't supposed to be here..."
She trailed off and then looked down at her hands. One was scraped from where she'd grabbed the wall and yanked out the brick. "I'm sorry if I was a bit..."
Don't apologize, queens don't apologize, say the combined voices of Queen Alice and her current psychiatrist in her head. "Mmm. If I made trouble," she finished, ignoring both of them.