It is really damn cold outside  - both in Renee's world and at the bar. Really damn cold.

And this is why Renee Montoya is choosing to do her yoga on the beach in the Caribbean inlet. Screw the cold.

[Out of Milliways: Not brightest day, but Blackest Night:
How can we escape their sight?

"Can you feel nothing, Renee Montoya?"]

Renee has short hair now ( Read more... )

Renee doesn't care that midsummer's come and passed - she's still convinced that you'd have to be crazy to swim in the cold fresh water of the majority of the lake. She's been giving herself a workout strictly in the Caribbean Sea ( Read more... )

Helena. Bar. Coffee. Book.

Have at.

[OOC: Low maintenance post to try and get me back into the swing of RP. Nothing too taxing please. I'm pingable at requiem2adream86 on AIM.]

If you'd been thinking that Renee has been avoiding the bar to stay in her room and heal, you'd be absolutely right.

Right now, though, there's an ex-cop out on the training grounds, standing on one had on a railing, her legs bent back over her head. There's just not enough space in her room for her usual style of meditation.

A cloud of gas billows into the bar as grown-up Renee enters for the first time in a while, ripping her mask off as she does. As the door shuts behind her, she stops for a breath before heading over to the bar ( Read more... )

[OOM: And then this happened.]

Warning: Contains Final Crisis.

[Out of Milliways:

Immediately following this and this and this

Renee is really getting tired of this almost-dying business.]

[Much text again written by Greg Rucka. Warning: Contains Final Crisis.]

The door to Milliways opens when the person behind it kicks it open with all her might - it slams open like a door that had been carefully left ajar so it can be kicked open for maximum effect ( Read more... )