Losing it [rp thread for work_with_it]
As the mayor smiled in front of the press and told them about the research permits that were being given to Strohman Chemicals, Dalia stood behind him, trying not to look as upset as she felt. When the Strohman representative came forward to tell the press (in vague terms) all the benefits this would bring Gotham City, Dalia couldn't take it any more. She hurriedly left the platform, as if she suddenly had a serious case of indigestion or received an important text message.
Quickly, she ran for the door, not noticing Andrew's brief worried glance before he turned back to shake hands with the Strohman rep, both of them smiling for the cameras.
As soon as she was out of the room, Dalia went for the building's exit. The night before, she'd been mostly heartsick, disappointed. Today, she was mad, madder than she'd been in a long time. When she got outside and saw the mayor's town car parked neatly at the curb, the officers who normally guarded it currently inside, watching the show, she lost it.
"Goddamn it!" she exclaimed, slamming a hand against the hood of the car. "Son-of-a-motherfucking-" Dalia continued to curse as she pounded on the car with her fists.
Quickly, she ran for the door, not noticing Andrew's brief worried glance before he turned back to shake hands with the Strohman rep, both of them smiling for the cameras.
As soon as she was out of the room, Dalia went for the building's exit. The night before, she'd been mostly heartsick, disappointed. Today, she was mad, madder than she'd been in a long time. When she got outside and saw the mayor's town car parked neatly at the curb, the officers who normally guarded it currently inside, watching the show, she lost it.
"Goddamn it!" she exclaimed, slamming a hand against the hood of the car. "Son-of-a-motherfucking-" Dalia continued to curse as she pounded on the car with her fists.