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Posted by Black Canary [Surge]
on 8/30/2008, 2:58 am
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Dinah let out a long exhale as she leaned against the door of her flower shop, taking in a deep breath afterwards. Today had been a particularly stressful day, with a few commissioned pieces being made and picked up, a couple strange walk-in requests, and worst of all a bride to be with the patience of a two year old child, criticizing anything she, or her employees, even glanced at, amongst a few other things. But all of that was behind her now, she could finally relax. It had been a while since she’d worked a full day at the shop; she usually delegated work to her assistant. Superhero work is easier than this … she mentally noted, locking the door, as well as flipping the ‘Yes, we’re OPEN’ sign over so that people on the other side of the glass door would read, ‘Sorry, we’re CLOSED.’
Moving over to the work area located in the center of the place, she looked at all of the notes and papers stacked on the wide, large counter. Sifting through the pieces of paper, they were nothing more than work orders and receipts. She divided them accordingly, leaving the former on the desk for her assistant to begin working on them tomorrow morning. Shortly afterwards, the blond proceeded to clean up, sweeping the floors and wiping everything down. While this job wasn’t something she was particularly accustomed to, it was definitely humbling.
An hour later, Dinah left her florist shop, and walked outside to her motorcycle. Slipping on her black helmet, she straddled the machine as she turned the key in the ignition so that it purred with a soft roar as it started up. Making her way home, she was more than ready to take a nice, warm shower and curl up by the fireplace with a book and a glass of wine, The Huntress was on patrol duty tonight, so there was no need for her to don her own ‘costume.’
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Making her way up to her apartment, things were right on course; pretty soon she’d be enjoying a night off, relaxing to her heart’s content. However, the fates had a different idea of how this particular evening would pan out. As she moved towards her door just as she had numerous times before, something had caught her off guard, or rather, someone.
“UGH!” she moaned as her body met the unpleasantness of the rock-like barrier that welcomed her with open arms. What the hell?! she asked herself mentally, her blue eyes focusing themselves on the cause for the moment of pain she found herself experiencing.
“Who are you?” she asked instinctively, readying herself for whatever was to come; judging by the way they met, it didn’t seem that he was here to make friends. Unlike most villains that like to gloat about themselves, who they are and what they have done, this man was silent, this man did not say a word.
“The silent type, huh?” she followed up her initial question, there was something unsettling abut his tendency to refrain from any sort of actual speech. That, and the fact that she had never seen this man before; she wondered what his motives were for attacking her, the reason why he wanted to injure her.
Without another word, he lashed out at her once more, attempting a punch to her abdomen, one she easily blocked. Cocking his head to the left side, she could feel him looking at her with curiosity, almost as if saying ‘Huh?’ under his mask. For someone who was attacking her, he sure didn’t do much homework; apparently he didn’t realize that she was a good fighter, ranked amongst the best. In his moment of dumbfounded-ness, she retaliated with a punch of her own., she was aiming right for the bull’s-eye on his mask, that’s what those things were for, right?
Moving his head to the right, he managed to avoid the blow, but countered with a sweep kick. Back flipping, Canary avoided the kick and round-housed him as he got back to his feet, effectively knocking him back into the wall she had been sent into merely two minutes before. A smile curled her pink lips as she looked on, a glimmer of light catching her attention; he’d tossed a small dagger towards her as he said, “Swoosh!”
Ducking, the metallic projectile slashed through her shirt, grazing her flesh before smashing against the wall behind her. As she turned to look for her assailant, she found that he had fled into the night.
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