<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://25.media.tumblr.com/027207d1388385bc374e049ff9557efc/tumblr_mit1zlW5bO1qeqbcio1_500.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span> Rayna Morell<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span> 25<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender:</span> Female<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">History:</span> Rayna has worked at the Gotham Times for three years, and her greatest acheivement so far has been being promoted from coffee girl to dirt digger, meaning she follows the investigative journalists around, copies everything they say, and goes to the bathroom during interviews to root around in medicine cabinets. She has spent many nights at home writing her own reports and trying to anonymously get it published in the newspaper, to show the editor that she has what it takes to become a journalist.</div><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Rayna parked her car in front of the main entrance to Arkham City. Funny, how a prison had such a large point of entry.It was only used by security guards and police forces, but it still seemed like it would be too simple to slip through. She turned to her notepad and jotted that down as a note before exiting her car.<br/><br/>The press conference wasn't to start for a few more minutes, but Rayna needed to get a good spot away from the Gotham Times reporters already here. She was supposed to be typing up notes for one of the journalists back at the office, but could not resist the chance to be at this conference. Bruce Wayne was holding it himself, and she was hoping to catch him afterwards for an exclusive, even if it was only a few sentences. She knew that Elton, the reporter the Times had sent, was in favor of Arkham City, and would print some nonsense about how it helped keep criminals off the streets, despite the fact that it really let criminals run loose in the streets, with only a wall to seperate them from innocent, law-abiding citizens.<br/><br/>Rayna found her spot and opened her notepad, ready to jot down notes and hope they were legible later. She really needed to invest in a laptop, because writing after taking notes like 'ins unst' was a bit like playing "Is that autocorrect, or is he drunk?" with her ex boyfriend every few days. Nine out of ten times, he was drunk. Ten out of ten, he was being pathetic and asking her to take him back.<br/><br/>Rayna had little time to complain about her note taking abilities, however, as Bruce Wayne himself took the stage. The crowd surrounding the makeshift stage grew silent as everyone in it turned to look at the billionaire. He touched on the main problems in a few short sentences. Rayna liked that he got straight to the point. It wasn't safe, and it was ruining historic parts of the city. Just as Wayne announced his plan to begin a campaign to shut the facility down, Rayna heard sirens. She turned, and saw a handful of black vans pull up. Men in uniform burst out of the vans before they even rolled to a stop, guns held at the ready.<br/><br/>This sent many of the media hounds running, not wanting to get caught up in anything illegal. Rayna, however, saw that this wasn't Gotham police, but instead TYGER guards, now throwing flash granades and smoke into the crowd to disorient the press. Rayna ran forward from her spot on the sidelines, clutching her notepad. Maybe if she got close enough, she could hear some of the radio transmissions, and piece together why they were breaking up the press conference.<br/><br/>"Wayne is the primary target." She heard this crackling from a radio of a TYGER guard racing by, and turned towards the stage in time to see one guard hit Wayne with the but of his rifle. "We have Wayne!" A guard crowed, while two guards lugged the billionaire away.<br/><br/>"Good. Strange also said to pick up stragglers. Can't have anyone letting this get out." Another guard spoke from somewhere nearby, but Rayna couldn't see him through the smoke. She took that as her cue to leave, and headed away from the commotion of the stage, hoping that she could find her car in the mess. She stumbled, tripping over a loose stone, and almost lost her balance. She did, however, lose her lead on the TYGER guards, who raced forward. "Paper or tv?" one asked, grabbing a hold of Rayna's arm.<br/><br/>"What?" She asked, trying to play innocent bystander long enough to jerk away. She didn't know where they would take her, but she knew it wouldn't be good. She had heard rumors of Arkham protestors being locked inside the city themselves, but she never put much stock in them. The guard asked again, holding onto her tighter, when Rayna suddenly had an epiphany. She might have been going about getting exclusive information the wrong way. A public press conference wasn't going to give her anything solid, but a trip inside might. That was one of the reasons no one could protest too much about Arkham City, no one knew what it was like on the inside except the inmates and guards. When the guard holding onto her asked her once more whether she worked for a news station or a paper, she found it hard to hide her self-satisfied smirk.<br/><br/>"Paper. And let me just tell you, my editor is going to hear about this little situation. Shall we add police brutality and false arrests to the list of problems with Strange's practices?" She knew that she was probably laying it on a bit thick, but she needed to get inside that prison.