Cissie Jones Merlyn (herownway) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-05-03 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] mhmra, arrowette, captain america, cyclone, hellcat, jubilee, kid flash ii, lex luthor, raven, white queen |
Who: Open! Any and all people involved/attending the protest, Reactions welcome
What: An anti-MHMRA protest in Times Square
When: 3:30 PM, Friday, May 3, 2013 (1 hour into the protest)
Where: Times Square, NY, NY
Why: People really aren’t too happy about this…
There hadn’t really been any clear indication of how many people would show up. She’d never seen any real numbers or heard anything from her fellow organizers (as that was what they were now), and that was more than a little nerve wracking. At least it had been. They’d met up early in the day, the contingent from Hawthorne (or at least those in the dorms with her) had made their way to Midtown together and had been met by a mass of people! They were just THERE! It was more than Cissie had thought there’d be, but then the other groups they’d combined with had more people they could call on than she had.
She’d been pulled up towards the front and she could see the signs from there. And strangely enough this felt good… This was an accomplishment. She’d been going over the words that Ms. Frost had left her with the last few days: her situation, her record being used against her. But they couldn’t open it. No one knew who she was and she wasn’t worth anyone’s time. And this was important!
Now an hour in more people had arrived, and from a group that fit on the island by TKTS they had fanned out to take up most of central Times Square. If she had to estimate, she’d say that there were at least a couple hundred people here. Signs waving, yelling, doing what they could to have their voices heard! She wasn’t certain if it was a good thing or a bad thing that there seemed to be extra police presence; did they expect things to get out of hand? She sure as hell hoped not. Though after what had happened just two days earlier, she was pretty sure they weren’t taking any chances, and because of that she stood less than two feet away from one of New York City’s Finest.
The sign in her hand was grabbed by someone taller than her – one of the other organizers – who held it high. Another one of them held a bullhorn and was leading the crowd. The sound bouncing off the assorted high glass towers surrounding them. Cameras were out – both professional organizations and those tourists who were brave enough to come out and see what New Yorkers did when they were unhappy! Looking around for Bart and Patsy (who she'd seen just a little earlier... where had they gone?) she knew that for as much trouble as she was probably going to get in for this? This was no doubt where she belonged; doing this was the right thing! And the best part? It was all legal!