"Uh, thank you." Laurel said to a kindly elderly lady who offered her a tupperware filled with chocolate chip cookies. "I'll keep protecting the city." Something that she hasn't actually done just yet, not as herself or the Black Canary. Laurel had also heard talk about becoming 'registered' and the benefits it provided, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do just yet; she needed more information first. She placed the container into her bag and thanked the lady again before heading off down the street in the direction of her office. Laurel had barely made it to the end of the street when she was approached by two men, both with surly looks on their faces.
"Protect the city will ya?" The smaller of the two men snarled at her. "Not likely."
"Yeah, you'd probably worry about breaking a nail." His partner chimed in with a sneer.
Laurel sighed and shook her head. "Guessing you boys left your manners at home, huh? I really need to get somewhere so if you wouldn't mind moving out of my way, that would be great."
The two men exchanged a glance before laughing in her face. They seemed to have no intention of letting her past.
"Damn. I was really hoping that would work." She smiled dangerously. "Now step aside before I make you."
02.
Laurel was not used to being followed around by strangers and having her picture taken whilst walking down the street. That kind of thing was more Oliver Queen's territory, especially at the height of his playboy days. Wishing that she had a pair of sunglasses, Laurel shoved her hands into her pockets and walked a little faster in the hopes that she would be able to find somewhere to hide out until the coast was clear.
But for some reason or another, the crowd were not discouraged by Laurel's efforts to get away as they continued to follow her, shouting out questions and snapping away on their smartphones and cameras.
She stopped walking and turned on her heel to face the group of people, straightening her shoulders and looking firm but polite. The group had their devices at the ready, looking expectantly at Laurel to see what she would do next. "Okay, I'd like everyone to please stop following me. I'm pretty sure you've taken enough pictures by now and I can't stick around."
That should be enough to get them off her back. She wasn't being mean or dismissive. They seemed like a reasonable group and Laurel knew how to convince people to be on her side. Oh. It looked like someone was going to respond. Okay, this was good. They could all leave her alone after that.
"What kind of hair conditioner do you use?"
Laurel opened her mouth, then shut it again.
Dear God. She was never getting out of this.
03.
[voice]
Quick question. Is it normal to have a "celebrity status" around in this place? Because I've had up to here with people trying to take a selfie with me.
Laurel Lance | Arrow (lets try this again)
"Uh, thank you." Laurel said to a kindly elderly lady who offered her a tupperware filled with chocolate chip cookies. "I'll keep protecting the city." Something that she hasn't actually done just yet, not as herself or the Black Canary. Laurel had also heard talk about becoming 'registered' and the benefits it provided, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do just yet; she needed more information first.
She placed the container into her bag and thanked the lady again before heading off down the street in the direction of her office. Laurel had barely made it to the end of the street when she was approached by two men, both with surly looks on their faces.
"Protect the city will ya?" The smaller of the two men snarled at her. "Not likely."
"Yeah, you'd probably worry about breaking a nail." His partner chimed in with a sneer.
Laurel sighed and shook her head. "Guessing you boys left your manners at home, huh? I really need to get somewhere so if you wouldn't mind moving out of my way, that would be great."
The two men exchanged a glance before laughing in her face. They seemed to have no intention of letting her past.
"Damn. I was really hoping that would work." She smiled dangerously. "Now step aside before I make you."
02.
Laurel was not used to being followed around by strangers and having her picture taken whilst walking down the street. That kind of thing was more Oliver Queen's territory, especially at the height of his playboy days. Wishing that she had a pair of sunglasses, Laurel shoved her hands into her pockets and walked a little faster in the hopes that she would be able to find somewhere to hide out until the coast was clear.
But for some reason or another, the crowd were not discouraged by Laurel's efforts to get away as they continued to follow her, shouting out questions and snapping away on their smartphones and cameras.
She stopped walking and turned on her heel to face the group of people, straightening her shoulders and looking firm but polite. The group had their devices at the ready, looking expectantly at Laurel to see what she would do next. "Okay, I'd like everyone to please stop following me. I'm pretty sure you've taken enough pictures by now and I can't stick around."
That should be enough to get them off her back. She wasn't being mean or dismissive. They seemed like a reasonable group and Laurel knew how to convince people to be on her side. Oh. It looked like someone was going to respond. Okay, this was good. They could all leave her alone after that.
"What kind of hair conditioner do you use?"
Laurel opened her mouth, then shut it again.
Dear God. She was never getting out of this.
03.
[voice]
Quick question. Is it normal to have a "celebrity status" around in this place? Because I've had up to here with people trying to take a selfie with me.
Thanks.