<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Catwoman</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Bialya (Streets)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> 10/28/17 | 7:45 PM</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> ?</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> G</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Dressed in the dusk, absently wandering the streets, is she; the youthful gaiety of golds serenades her against the black niqab and flowing garments that ripple in her wake. Sylphlike limbs retain their lightweight sheathing, should the circumstance turn dire it was better to be prepared for the worst. Goggles normally adorning emerald eyes are hidden beneath the veil, kohl-lined eyne sweep over the denizen beneath the heavy lashes. All seemed normal but appearances are often deceiving. <br/><br/>Hushed footfalls guide her beneath sluiced sunlight, a gilded reverie, ebony cotton hides the smile upturning the edges of her lips.  Catwoman, a Justice League member; she stubbornly fights the giggles threatening to spill as she summons dinner from the sable folds. Her nose scrunches, the unappealing prospect of a protein bar comes to light. No three-course meal, not even junk food worth gorging on. Perhaps it'd be better to starve or eat cardboard, it certainly held the benefit of monetary gain. Selina reconciles to shoving the food back into a pocket, trying to muster lukewarm positivity, any kindling of hope of a three-cheese cheeseburger later keeps her moving. <br/><br/>A leisurely stroll brings her to the developing crowd. Her heartbeat like a booming staccato behind its cage, uneasiness knows that there is an abundance of people here and that means potential victims; she could be one. The congregation draws her into the lazy river of bodies, laggardly she wades in the ebb and flow of life. Better to drift in the chaos than keep it at bay. At least, for now.  </span></span>