donnatroia (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} donnatroia) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} brightlightlogs,@ 2010-06-10 12:11:00 |
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Who: Donna Troy and Open
Where: The streets
When: Backdated to 08/09/2010, Night
WhatL Trying to figure out why she's here
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Open?: Yes
Donna Troy hovered high above the streets of Los Vegas. The wind whipped her lustrus black hair around her face and shoulders as she looked down on the city. The millions of lights on the strip made it almost as bright as day. She could here the thousands of fountains outside the hotels and casino's spewing their water in various shapes and designs. There was a throng of people walking the paved streets of the city moving from place to place seeking an evenings entertainment. She wished she could be as carefree as the people below but her mind was troubled.
Donna had no idea why she was in Los Vegas. She'd never visited the city before and now she was stuck there with no way of leaving. To make matters more distressing she'd awoken alone in an apartment with no memory of how she got there. Donna raised her right wrist to examine it. Some kind of bar-code had been tattooed on her flawless olive toned skin. Until now she'd believed such a feat was impossible, but the black ink staring back up at her was undeniable. She was comforted only by the fact that all her clothes and personal belongings had also accompanied her to the city of sin. But, she wasn't certain of how that had be done either.
She sighed and began to descend to the streets below. She touched down on the pavement in an allyway as not to draw any attention to herself. Clad in civilian clothes she looked like any other tourist. She stepped out of the dark ally and into the bright lights of the casino strip. If only there was some clue as to why she'd been brought here, and why she couldn't leave. She also wanted to know why she could not contact anyone on Themyscira, New Cronus, or Titan's Tower back in San Francisco. Something was blocking all her out going transmissions. Donna felt confused and completely alone. It was a feeling she was not used to. She wandered the streets following the flow of the crowd.
Where: The streets
When: Backdated to 08/09/2010, Night
WhatL Trying to figure out why she's here
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Open?: Yes
Donna Troy hovered high above the streets of Los Vegas. The wind whipped her lustrus black hair around her face and shoulders as she looked down on the city. The millions of lights on the strip made it almost as bright as day. She could here the thousands of fountains outside the hotels and casino's spewing their water in various shapes and designs. There was a throng of people walking the paved streets of the city moving from place to place seeking an evenings entertainment. She wished she could be as carefree as the people below but her mind was troubled.
Donna had no idea why she was in Los Vegas. She'd never visited the city before and now she was stuck there with no way of leaving. To make matters more distressing she'd awoken alone in an apartment with no memory of how she got there. Donna raised her right wrist to examine it. Some kind of bar-code had been tattooed on her flawless olive toned skin. Until now she'd believed such a feat was impossible, but the black ink staring back up at her was undeniable. She was comforted only by the fact that all her clothes and personal belongings had also accompanied her to the city of sin. But, she wasn't certain of how that had be done either.
She sighed and began to descend to the streets below. She touched down on the pavement in an allyway as not to draw any attention to herself. Clad in civilian clothes she looked like any other tourist. She stepped out of the dark ally and into the bright lights of the casino strip. If only there was some clue as to why she'd been brought here, and why she couldn't leave. She also wanted to know why she could not contact anyone on Themyscira, New Cronus, or Titan's Tower back in San Francisco. Something was blocking all her out going transmissions. Donna felt confused and completely alone. It was a feeling she was not used to. She wandered the streets following the flow of the crowd.