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[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

The clicking of his boots against the deserted street was chilling. Not so much as it should have been but the quiet empty little town somewhere within the deep south was the perfect scene for a horror film. At least that is what Brand pictured as he casually strolled along with hands clasped behind his back. He also wondered if Willow would have been so accepting of the empty little town as he.

Something about the woman had..not exactly captivated him but ingrigued him since their first meeting and since their departure from one another. It had been to long since they had last spoke, the Trump he had fashioned after her residing top on his deck. True he did not know if Trump contact could work within the Shadow since none going out seemed to. Pausing to study an empty car (a classic by all means) he climbed onto the hood, crossing his legs and pulling the cards but most importantly hers. Emerald eyes turned toward the card staring at it in an attempt to make contact...

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[serinusniger]

There is a big notice now up on the notce board Nathan provided.

It says:

Martial Arts Training.
All levels welcome. Intermediate and advanced to start at dawn by the bunker. Beginners at 3pm every afternoon. Everyone welcome.

 - Dinah Lance
AKA The Black Canary.

In jeans and a T-shirt, for once (the fishnets are only for fighting), Dinah stands back and admires her handiwork.

Yeah, it's good to feel needed.