HOP UP OUT THE BEDDDDDDD

[insineration]

WHO: soldarius and insineration
WHERE: A DARK... ALLEY...
WHEN: nighttime, Tuesday the 27th! After Ruka's post.
WARNINGS: there's a lot of lurking in this log okay
SUMMARY: LUST IS CREEPY, AND ALSO BATWOMAN IS THERE.
FORMAT: whatever the first reply is I will chameleonize to B|

Comments

but you can't chameleonize if i do it first

[soldarius]

[ She almost glides across the rooftops, vigilant as ever tonight after Ruka's announcement. It was apparently the young girl wouldn't give up whoever it was who had hurt her.

And that is worrisome.

Finally perching herself on a rooftop above an alleyway, she peers over and spots a faint light from below and a dark figure, alone and noticeably focused on something.

She watches. ]

son of a bitch!!!

[insineration]

[As it happens, the post she's currently looking over--ignoring whenever the hell I commented to the post itself--should be one that Kate's quite familiar with. It's too far away to be immediately visible or audible, but ever so often there's a brief snatch of comprehensible audio that makes its way up.

--over and over again--

--needed to say something--

--how did she lose an--

Lust is perceptive enough, but right now she doesn't feel even the slightest twinge of that sixth-sense godmoding some people have when they're being watched; all the attention that isn't directed at the nearby street is currently focused on the screen. It's not that she's upset, of course. If anything, she's surprised it took so long for it to happen; the girl hasn't been so discerning with her conversation partners. Then again, that's why everyone's willing to form a mob for her sake.

She shifts in position, shrugs her shoulders, more bored than anything else. Perhaps she'll be leaving soon. Other than this, it hasn't been a very eventful night.]

/shades

[soldarius]

[ She recognizes it and begins to wonder who this woman is that is reviewing Ruka's post. A friend? An odd choice of friends Ruka must have if they spend their time in the shadows of an alleyway in the middle of the night.

She begins to descend quietly, just enough to get closer to get a better glimpse of what this person is up to. She makes out the flawless and poofy dark hair and its style, definitely belonging to a woman. ]

[insineration]

[Lust notices nothing, initially, because SHE IS THE NIIIIGHT. She clicks away from the post, using the same hand that's holding the communicator, fiddles around with it some more, then takes a few steps toward the mouth of the alley. She pauses, standing still for a moment.

And then she turns around, all that poofy hair whipping with her and her eyebrows arching in a way that's just shy of skeptical. Maybe she's just being paranoid. Still, it's always worth checking.]