noir_canary (noir_canary) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-04-28 10:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | black canary, polaris |
Who: Dinah Lance + Open
What: Dinah goes house hunting. She's not particularly thrilled about it.
Where: Gotham City, NJ
When: Monday, April 28th
Rating: PG - PG-13
This sucked. Dinah hated apartment hunting in general- but especially when she had a perfectly good apartment in a perfectly good part of the city where the rent was reasonable and she just happened to be on exceptionally good terms with the landlord. Gotham Towers Luxury Apartments were the best apartments available in Gotham (as far as Dinah was concerned), with a view of the ocean and the opera house, near to the financial district and the GCPD HQ. Though there were some down sides (ahemHurricane Sandyahem) but both she and most of her stuff had survived several good years there. It was the first place she'd finally felt comfortable calling "home" since Seattle.
And now she was moving again... maybe. With Ra's intrusion into her home, Bruce had made the suggestion and it was too sensible an idea for her not to follow up and do her due diligence. She needed to look for a place that was not only suited to her tastes, but now that would be suited to a new set of needs; to keep the general public out and gawkers away, a place where she could set up her own security systems (or have Bruce or Barbara do it in any case), a place she could rig out to be more of a superhero hideout than an actual apartment and most of that went entirely against her tastes.
Not to mention the budget issue. Being a series of islands, space was a hot commodity in Gotham City, and every square foot was its surface area in gold and-- lest she forget even for a moment-- Dinah was currently unemployed. Maybe she shouldn't have left the BOP after all.
Stepping out the front of a large apartment building in Uptown, Dinah thanked the realtor (who had done her level best not to ask too many questions about The Avengers and the press conference) and promised to meet up with her again after a quick lunch. She needed to clear her head and try to focus on what was really necessary (and adjust her attitude) before looking any any more four-walled little boxes that were all beginning to run together.
She put on a pair of sunglasses and stuck her hands into her back pockets, enjoying the warming weather, and headed down a couple blocks to find a restaurant with outdoor seating where she could treat herself to some coffee and a piece of decadent pound cake-- because dammit, she'd earned it.