Taking the chase to curb our fear
The weather is nice, Ruvin is going stir-crazy, and despite the CLF's apparent interest in flattening her, she wants to go outside. And not outside-on-the-roof, because Robin might be up there, and that... Just no. Not right now.
She cuts through the Conrad's restaurant, slips into the kitchen, and makes her way to the delivery doors like she knows exactly where she's going and has every right to be there. Really, neither fact is true. A brief bow to one of the chefs who showed her how to use a stove, and she slides out the doors and into the alley beyond.
So far so good. Ruvin tugs at her t-shirt to make sure it's hiding the bandages on her bruised ribs. Not much she can do about the wrap on her hand. She starts for the mouth of the alley, aiming for Grant Park and her usual staring spot.
Feel free to catch her there or on the way.
She cuts through the Conrad's restaurant, slips into the kitchen, and makes her way to the delivery doors like she knows exactly where she's going and has every right to be there. Really, neither fact is true. A brief bow to one of the chefs who showed her how to use a stove, and she slides out the doors and into the alley beyond.
So far so good. Ruvin tugs at her t-shirt to make sure it's hiding the bandages on her bruised ribs. Not much she can do about the wrap on her hand. She starts for the mouth of the alley, aiming for Grant Park and her usual staring spot.
Feel free to catch her there or on the way.