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( closed ) so let's hang an anchor from the sun.
Who: kate bishop (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
quivers) & peter parker (spideys)
What: late night mission times.
When: early october.
Where: streets of olympia.
Warning(s): n/a.
quivers) & peter parker (spideys) What: late night mission times.
When: early october.
Where: streets of olympia.
Warning(s): n/a.
[ She kind of likes this, this whole texting back and forth thing that she and Peter Parker have found themselves doing on a bit of the regular. It makes things seem normal, for as normal as Kate Bishop can ever classify her life as, and manages to keep her focus on the straight and narrow. Because it's what she should be doing, trying to keep to her status quo of heroing while remaining leveled and prepared for any other inevitable mishaps that might stumble in the way — because, of course, the end of the world doom and gloom would never be the last of it.
It's a tall stack of crates, a good ten to twelve feet in the air on the tallest stack amongst the cluster. Within the darkness of the road, it gives her a good vantage point without being too obvious from where she perches, monitoring a tarp-and-rope-covered cart some yards away. Security on a portable kiosk isn't exactly the top of the line hero duties she's usually in for, but with a reputation she still needs to boost, she'll take what she can get.
Holding up her arms, she lets out a low strained noise as she feels the stretch of the muscle, rolling her neck back and forth against her shoulders, craving the chance to move about more freely once the morning comes around (or she actually catches the supposed weasel kids she's meant to be looking out for).
That Parker better hurry his butt with snacks soon. ]
It's a tall stack of crates, a good ten to twelve feet in the air on the tallest stack amongst the cluster. Within the darkness of the road, it gives her a good vantage point without being too obvious from where she perches, monitoring a tarp-and-rope-covered cart some yards away. Security on a portable kiosk isn't exactly the top of the line hero duties she's usually in for, but with a reputation she still needs to boost, she'll take what she can get.
Holding up her arms, she lets out a low strained noise as she feels the stretch of the muscle, rolling her neck back and forth against her shoulders, craving the chance to move about more freely once the morning comes around (or she actually catches the supposed weasel kids she's meant to be looking out for).
That Parker better hurry his butt with snacks soon. ]