Some scrappy happiness | B. Morse (morse_code) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-03 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | mockingbird, poison ivy |
Who: Bobbi Morse (Narrative / Open)
Where: Gotham City, the streets of
When: May 3rd, 2012 - afternoon
What: Bobbi’s doing some final checking out of weather patterns in Gotham, and comes across the local Gotham paper.
Rating: G
Walking (not stomping, or storming - although she felt like doing that) down the street, Bobbi was glad that she had worn her low heeled boots for today's walkabout in Gotham. She was in civilian clothes even though she was on SHIELD business, because a SHIELD uniform would have made her stand out. She didn’t want to do this dressed as Mockingbird because Gotham had more than its fair share of oddly dressed vigilantes, and she didn’t want to be confused with one of them. So jeans, low heeled boots, a lightweight jacket it was, for this stroll through a city that Bobbi was seriously starting to hate.
She had been mostly thinking out loud when she had questioned if anyone had looked into weather patterns in Gotham. She didn’t honestly think that there was something in the weather that caused the people who had taken up residence in this city to be a special brand of crazy …
Well she was pretty sure that she didn’t think that.
After a week of studying weather patterns, weather trends, and spending time observing the weather in Gotham had convinced Bobbi that the weather was just the weather. She was going to be so glad to sign her name to this report and be done with it.
A gust of wind kicked pages of a newspaper into her path, and Bobbi stopped to pick it up. Habit really, she liked her workspace to be neat, and she liked her surroundings to be neat, so she picked the page of the paper up. She idly glanced down at the article that had crossed her path, and a name jumped out at her. Ms. Pamela Isley.
“Huh.” She knew that name - it had belonged to a mousey girl she had known in university. Weird. It was a small world after all she supposed - that and she should probably get on facebook so she could keep track of her old schoolmates. Or not. Bobbi really wasn’t a facebook person.