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[theresnodoor]

In Metropolis, one can find almost everything. All kinds of peoples - fighters, tricksters, thieves, innocent people just looking for a good time.

And occasionally, you can find a healthy looking kitty with silky white fur sitting on the porch of a nearby storefront to a club, grooming himself (because the cat itself is a boy, you see) and occasionally running off to walk a fence or leap on a row of trashcans or chase a mouse.



Rachel may or may not be avoiding the nightlife of other twenty-somethings.

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[theresnodoor]

Rachel blinks and then groans, rolling her eyes. She'd forgotten Steph was one of them. "I've got things to do," she says, which is better than admitting there's someone who actively does not want her at the farm.

"Thanks, though."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

"Sorry I couldn't be more help," Dick says ruefully. He glances upwards again, frowning slightly. Something or someone on the roof of the club again; probably trying to get in. Again. The clubs are a damn magnet for trouble these days -- not that clubbing was ever safe, but it's downright risky post-apocalypse. And yet more popular than ever.

"I've got to go, but if you need anything else, Oracle can always get in touch with me." There's a touch of fondness to that 'Oracle'.

[theresnodoor]

Shame. Rachel doesn't care much for Oracle either.

She nods, following his gaze to the rooftops. "Yeah, sure."

She'll just have to practice more. She can teach herself if she tries hard enough, and that would be more useful than the gun - knowing how to move, how to fight in her own body, with her own body.

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

Dick gives her a salute, and springs into the air again, bouncing off the fence and catching a second-story flagpole to swing around and toss himself upwards again. Whatever he says about being trained in a circus, he also makes use of the street architecture in a way no circus tent could teach.

And also is pretty. The narrative is totally ogling his moves just as much as Rachel. Mmm, bendy Bat-boys.

... what, the narration here is easily distracted.

[theresnodoor]

The narration is weak and should be trying harder.

...even if Dick's long gone by the time Rachel stops ogling the merchandise. Mmm.