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*Jackie strolls into the Nexus, dressed as she looks in her icon, in a lived-in business suit and wide-collared white shirt, hands in her pockets. She looks simultaneously satisfied and scared out of her wits. On her lapel is a white "Press" badge. It looks like it doesn't fit in with the rest of her outfit, despite all rational signs indicating that yes, it does. The brief overlay of where-Jackie-was-a-second-ago indicates she was just standing in a rather run-down apartment, filled to the top with boxes.*
Hi, Sages. It's me, uh, Jackie Ryder? I haven't been around much lately. That's because while I was gone, I was moving. Moving, um, out of Gotham City and to the Hub.
*Jackie laughs, a little shakily.*
Yeah, suicide, right? (The things you do for love . . .) I know. I've heard it all. A thousand times. From myself.
I had my reasons, though. For one thing, did you know being a reporter in Hub City doubles your paycheck simply on risk benefits alone? And besides, it's a rare day I get to see Vic look plotzed.
So anyway, the question - heh - is this: would you put your life at risk for money, love,a bit of both, or something else entirely?
Hi, Sages. It's me, uh, Jackie Ryder? I haven't been around much lately. That's because while I was gone, I was moving. Moving, um, out of Gotham City and to the Hub.
*Jackie laughs, a little shakily.*
Yeah, suicide, right? (The things you do for love . . .) I know. I've heard it all. A thousand times. From myself.
I had my reasons, though. For one thing, did you know being a reporter in Hub City doubles your paycheck simply on risk benefits alone? And besides, it's a rare day I get to see Vic look plotzed.
So anyway, the question - heh - is this: would you put your life at risk for money, love,a bit of both, or something else entirely?