Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 4:19:41 GMT -5
Summer’s heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as she started exited the elevator. Flashing a convincing smile at her boss and sending a playful wave in his direction, she absolutely couldn’t wait to be out of his clutches. Pushing the front door to Gotham Live Studious open with a resounding sigh, the redhead started outside only to realize that she had forgotten to call a cab in preparation to leaving the building. This day had gone from bad to worse – not only was she on the other end of an uncomfortable interview with the mayor for this evenings exposé, but there were other scoops and leads she would have much rather been attending that were held off for another day. An exasperated sigh fell from her red lips as she looked up and down the crowded streets. Surely if she started to walk in the direction of her stylish apartment building she would encounter an empty taxi on the way. Then again, it was a decent night and she needed to blow off some steam, maybe a walk wasn’t so terrible.
Running her fingers through her ginger curls, Summer started in the direction of her apartment fully aware of the dangers the Gotham streets posed at night but completely oblivious of the possibility. Buttoning the front of her stylish trench coat and holding her bag closer to her girlish frame, Summer took a deep breath of the night air as she began her walk. The time gave her a moment to actually think and take the time to connect the dots on some of her more intense stories. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she turned the corner and made a mental list in her head of individuals she needed to talk to and places that she needed to visit, Summer only hoped that her boss would be out of her hair tomorrow and let her get down to some real stories. Typically, he monitored the work of the studio from his elite home and simply supervised. However, after a recent divorce he had been there every day and practically breathing down her neck, not to mention stealing uncomfortable glances in her direction. Summer had caught him a few times but chose to awkwardly ignore the situation.
So deep in her thoughts, the young reporter was unaware that she was being trailed, which was somewhat ironic given her position. It wasn’t until she heard an unpleasant squeal of an untrustworthy pair of breaks did she turn around and notice the figure closing in on her. Attempting to remain calm, Summer picked up her pace, trying to assure herself that it was a coincidence and the individual was simply enjoying the fresh night air much like herself, despite how unrealistic that was. Checking over her shoulder again, she noticed the figure now racing toward her and the redhead panicked. There was a chance she could lose them if she took a detour down one of the darkened alleys, though she longed to stay as close to the busy street as possible just in case something were to happen. There was hardly anything of value in the contents of her purse, though she fumbled in it for her pink tube of pepper spray in case the opportunity did arise. Summer was so convinced she was being followed that when she turned the corner, she collided head on with another individual, causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the sidewalk. “I’m so sorry-“ She began, getting back up to her feet.