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Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
appropriateactEmuishere Kyle loves Gotham Cathedral. It has nothing to do with the religious aspect of it, as she’s never been one to subscribe to Christian beliefs. But the building itself is beautiful and despite it not being overly tall, the roof offers a spectacular view of the city. Especially at night.
This is where Shere engages in one of her favourite hobbies: People watching. The dark isn’t an obstacle for her, heightened senses affording her the ability to see and hear things no average person would. Not that she’s competition for anyone with the word “super” in their codename, but it’s something. And people are fascinating little creatures.
Occasionally, the people she watches aren’t down on the street, milling about the square and Cathedral itself, but others like her. Well, not like her like her; other roof dwellers. Some she acknowledges, those who aren’t going to give her chase (unless she’s in the mood for one), the ones she’s grouped in with. The Bad Guys. Mostly, however, she remains silent, simply watching carefully as they swing and leap from building to building.
A good number of them use gadgets to help them along, others are simply gifted physically, to varying degrees. Shere should feel kindred to them, as she implements both methods herself. She doesn’t, of course. If anything, it almost makes her feel even more out of place. It reminds her that despite her gifts and deific advantages, she still has limits.
And Shere hates being limited.
This is where Shere engages in one of her favourite hobbies: People watching. The dark isn’t an obstacle for her, heightened senses affording her the ability to see and hear things no average person would. Not that she’s competition for anyone with the word “super” in their codename, but it’s something. And people are fascinating little creatures.
Occasionally, the people she watches aren’t down on the street, milling about the square and Cathedral itself, but others like her. Well, not like her like her; other roof dwellers. Some she acknowledges, those who aren’t going to give her chase (unless she’s in the mood for one), the ones she’s grouped in with. The Bad Guys. Mostly, however, she remains silent, simply watching carefully as they swing and leap from building to building.
A good number of them use gadgets to help them along, others are simply gifted physically, to varying degrees. Shere should feel kindred to them, as she implements both methods herself. She doesn’t, of course. If anything, it almost makes her feel even more out of place. It reminds her that despite her gifts and deific advantages, she still has limits.
And Shere hates being limited.
