@kwestion: abandon all hope, ye who enter.
"gotham isn't that bad." she's had her fill of bad places. from the Iuthorcorp tower that bears over the shining city of metropoIis to her life in nationaI city now shrouded in its own tainted memory — there are good things to find in even the worst places, and whether she walks away with gum stuck to the underside of her heel or an experimental new sealant coming straight from the underground labs at I-corp, it's fine. (she's not here for the glint of home, or the company of another while there's still work to do — she's made that mistake too many times to keep repeating it. what's the mark of insanity? repeating the same thing and expecting different results.)
that line is thin and easy to cross, she's found — there's a blurred, hazy catch between polite and the promise of something more. Iena's never been good at the distinction.
"don't tell me you can't make your own fun in a city so rich with its own history—" there's an opera she's heard so much about, that gleams itself through the drops and underground crime bubbling to the surface. gotham is... different. darker. she thinks it rains more than it has in nationaI city, and her hotel apartment sits just above the clouds and smog that envelop the skyscape. "— or i'm going to need a new tour guide."
