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Post by Black Canary on Mar 27, 2011 12:42:50 GMT -5
Canary swung across the rooftops using her grappling hook. She knew she was still recovering from her injuries with her fight from Fritz, but she didn't feel like she could sit in bed any longer. She knew she had trouble explaining her injuries to her mom, but she couldn't bring herself to tell mom that she was moonlighting as a superheroine. Mom had enough to deal with. She didn't need to know her little girl wasn't out partying late but taking down dangerous criminals.
Canary looked around the rooftop and sighed, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. She needed some kind of criminal tracking system. A police radio would help. And she needed some wheels...jumping from rooftop to rooftop was getting old.
She jumped onto the next rooftop, and was prepared to take her next leap when she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. A shadowy figure. By the Gotham Art Museum. She stealthily jumped behind the figure, trying to sneak up on him or her. "And just what do you think you're doing?" she asked.
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Post by Catgirl on Mar 27, 2011 13:18:42 GMT -5
The veil brought upon the city as night fell meant the building had been locked down hours ago... A way to get inside, she was sure she could find, if she did indeed want to break in...
Another person approached from behind. Quietly. Stealthy enough that she was successful in sneaking up on the cat-eared girl. Catgirl’s head turned as she glanced back slowly, her blank eyes shifting to see who had spoken at her. “Nothing,” she responded in a near monotone, now fully turning the rest of her body around to face the other.
Something about the art that was contained within the museum just seemed to... interest her. Works of art, paintings, they seemed to speak their own language. It was different than conversing with another person. She wanted to see the beauty that she had heard was held within the building, a museum of art. But in the night, it was closed... In her fascination, apparently she had been led to consider breaking inside in the middle of the night, wanting to see the artwork now as opposed to waiting until morning.
“What are you doing?” the catgirl asked plainly, though not accusing in any way. Rooftops weren’t exactly a common place for a normal person to stroll, so the brunette wasn’t entirely innocent either, now was she?
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Post by Black Canary on Mar 27, 2011 20:21:52 GMT -5
The other girl's reply of "nothing" sounded downright suspicious to Canary- wasn't that what kids said when their parents caught them eating out of the cookie jar, or when you caught your boyfriend with another girl?
But actually, the girl wasn't doing anything illegal right now. Except trespassing by standing on top of a closed museum. Which was also what Canary was doing. Huh. Usually by this time thieves either tried to run away or fight her. She wasn't sure what to do now.
The girl then turned her question back on her. Canary supposed fair was fair, but she was still surprised. "Ummm...looking to protect Gotham from criminals," she said. "You?" Maybe the other girl wasn't a criminal, but most people didn't dress up like cats except on Halloween.
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Post by Catgirl on Mar 27, 2011 21:02:40 GMT -5
The girl in the cat outfit watched the other, waiting for a response. Eyes staring without taking so much as a moments time to blink. “Oh,” the one in front of her must have taken her for a criminal, then. Who knows, perhaps she was correct. The silver-haired girl herself was not quite sure of what she was, though she was not the sort of person who would steal another’s valuable possessions for no reason. And money didn’t appeal to her either.
“I wanted to see it... the museum,” the tone of her answer almost sounded as if she had been hopeful about seeing what was inside. Though she was aware that entrance was only allowed during the hours that the place was open, during the day, what she couldn’t completely understand was why it was wrong for her to find her own entrance into the museum during the hours of the night. “The doors are locked, though. Why?” true enough, the teenager’s questions were similar to that of a puzzled child’s, when in reality she was nearly the same age as even the Canary herself.
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Post by Black Canary on Mar 28, 2011 21:57:41 GMT -5
Canary felt herself relaxing. She knew that was probably a bad idea- the other girl might just be trying to lure her into lowering her guard- but Canary's instincts told her that wasn't the case.
The girl's next words did nothing to convince Canary that she was a threat, but they did make her tense nonetheless. Who went onto the rooftop of an art museum to look at it? That seemed like an awful lot of trouble. And how could the girl not realize that the museum was closed for the night? Couldn't she tell how late it was? Was the girl mentally retarded or something? Because she was acting very childish even though she looked to be about Canary's age.
"You can see a lot more during the daytime," Canary said gently. She paused. "So. Um, what's with the cat outfit?"
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Post by Catgirl on Apr 2, 2011 10:56:57 GMT -5
“I see,” she spoke with a glance back toward the museum window for a moment, her attention then returning to the Canary. If she was to wait until the daytime, then she knew not what there was for her to possibly do now to pass the time until then.
The question struck her as a little bit odd... was it so wrong to wear an outfit resembling that of a cat? “It matches Kissa,” the girl answered, pointing to the edge of the building. A black cat sat upon the ledge, licking his paw as he paid little mind to the humans nearby. Or maybe, she wondered, did that mean this person liked the cat-like appearance of what she was wearing? Though Kristina only wore it sometimes, she did feel as though she quite enjoyed it.
“Do you like it...?” the teenager asked shortly after. A faint smile seemed to appear in her attempt to get along with this person she wasn’t very well acquainted with. The smile was forced, in a way. She wanted to smile as a normal person did, but it didn't exactly happen naturally for her, so she did her best to do so at times when she thought another person would do so, and it was her thought that this would be one of those times.
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Post by Black Canary on Apr 2, 2011 20:49:43 GMT -5
The girl didn't seem to say much else. She glanced back toward the window as if eying the exhibits just beyond her reach. Like a kid at a candy shop without enough money to buy anything. And her next words, rather than clearing up why she was dressed as a cat, only confused Canary more.
"You're dressing to look like the cat?" Canary asked, incredulous, her voice rising. "Do you also say meow and drink milk out of a bowl? Obsess over catnip?" She realized this might come off as rude, but the girl was seriously freaking her out. And her mom thought Black Canary looked like a hooker, so that was saying something.
"Do I like what?" she asked the girl, not sure if she was referring to the cat, the museum, or the costume.
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Post by Catgirl on Apr 2, 2011 22:05:57 GMT -5
“Yes, a cat like Kissa. A black one," she answered, blinking as if she was becoming confused about something. "What are you 'dressing to look like'?” the Catgirl asked with a blank stare, no smirk appeared, nor did an eyebrow raise, her question was serious. Surely this person had a reason similar to hers, she figured, as she herself only chose to wear this outfit sometimes because of her black cat friend.
But then she was pummeled by a stream of more questions. Questions that did little to insult the silver-haired girl. She took no offense to what was being asked, she wouldn’t understand that type of thing even if someone came up and tried to explain it to her. Instead of responding, however, she reached into a small pouch and a bit of what appeared to be herbs formed a small pile in her paw-glove. She then extended her arm toward the Canary, showing her the catnip that she had been carrying with her. “You like catnip?” she asked curiously, assuming that to be the case considering the other had been the one to bring it up.
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Post by Black Canary on Apr 5, 2011 20:42:08 GMT -5
"I'm not dressing to look like anything. It's a costume designed for stealth," Canary spoke through gritted teeth. She had to get out of here or she was going to start shouting at the retarded girl...and that would probably make her feel bad for the rest of the week.
Canary stared at the girl when she was offered catnip. Okay, maybe the girl was a bit more than retarded. She was mental. Normal people didn't eat catnip. Okay, that might have been a little harsh, but that was in addition to her other odd behavior. Canary worried that the girl might have escaped from an institution or something.
"Umm, no, just curious," Canary said with a nervous smile. "Hey, um, do you have any people friends by any chance?" She was guessing the girl didn't. "Where do you live?" Probably not somewhere with a mom and dad. Responsible parents wouldn't let their kid act like this. She shivered at the thought, glad she didn't have catgirl's mental issues and had two loving parents....even if they drove her nuts sometimes.
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