Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 22:13:44 GMT -5
After being forced to stay the past night in the hospital, the second she woke up she insisted on being released. Having collapsed next to Harvey, there was little she remembered after her phone conversation. Despite her doctor’s wishes, the persistent Summer Gleeson had work to go, disregarding her aching, sore body and returning to her flat within a matter of hours. Thankful that her cuts were not deep enough to require stitches, but they informed her she was severely dehydrated. Putting a halt on the coffee, she simply traded it for a bottle of water instead of an IV. Tossing her ruined and ripped coat onto the trash bin, she hurried into the shower so she could get a fresh start.
One thing kept racing through her mind: Amusement Mile. Gotham Live still assumed she was stuck in the hospital, though much to their surprise she planned to arrive there within the course of the day’s activities, despite her current condition. Her body still ached, though she ignored the pain and got ready before calling a cab. Equipping herself with all of her necessary gear that she practically couldn’t live without as a reporter, she called a taxi and decided to follow the word that was sloppily scribbled on the outside of the file. It was dangerous, foolish and reckless; though Summer planned to pose as if she was simply a member of Gotham elite intending to buy the property. She wore the proper designer dressings to play the part.
A series of butterflies fluttered endlessly in the pit of her stomach as she approached the abandoned amusement part. Her drive looked at her like she was mad, though gladly accepted the generous tip that she offered him before climbing out of the car. Summer wasn’t sure to expect, or where Harvey’s scribbled note was going to lead her though she had an unextinguished hunch about this place. Holding the voice recorder in her hand, she recorder her observations as she circled the abandoned amusement park. Rumors circle the area, making her anxious about entering. Deciding that observing would be one progressive step and help her decide what to do next, she eyed the area for anything unusual and tightened her white peacoat.