Who: Lisa Snart & Open What: Picking at a salad on lunch break and thinking. Where: Outside Hinkles When: Noonish Status: Open; Incomplete Rating: TBD
With rumors of something big coming that they couldn't prepare for, Lisa had found herself feeling slightly scared. With a past like hers, it took a lot to scare Lisa Snart, but the message from that guy on the network had been so cryptic and lacked necessary information on how to prepare for whatever craziness was coming. It being Madison Valley, the amount of craziness could have been anything number of things and while she normally didn't mind living on the wild side, she felt as if she could easily take a page from her brother's book on this one and say fortune would favor the prepared. But she had no idea how to prepare for it or anything this place threw at her. At least she was in the same boat as everyone else, but that didn't really offer much assurance.
Sitting outside at Hinkles, Lisa nibbled on one of the few salad options they provided and sipped occasionally from a Diet Coke. Her bike was parked not far from her and she carried a shoulder back with just a bit of her golden gun visible from the depths. She'd started carrying it everywhere with her since that cryptic message, but even she knew it couldn't stop everything. There were forces here that no one, not even goody-two shoes Barry Allen, could put the brakes on. Sighing, Lisa swallowed the bite of salad she'd been chewing and took a sip of her drink. In times like this, she did wish Lenny was still here. She needed advice or guidance and it was rare for her to ever admit that.