@lgbtcorp / [ 22 ] a city street teeming with news vehicles, camera crews, and reporters
kara isn't an anchor or a presenter or -- anybody when it comes to things like this but she what she does know is a situation developing; there's a tension in the air and it's split between the protestors and the people protesting the protest. it's supposed to be peaceful, according to the message boards she's found and the initial rally call. it's a five mile walk along the national city grid mainstreet, led by a mish-mash of alien rights activists but no stand out leader. maybe it's purposeful, as alex suspects, to avoid there being a sole target for ire, but it's led to a mixed message and an even more mixed crowd gathering. the walk hasn't even started yet but of course, of course, they chose l-corp as the site of their initial meetup.
now, most of the posts she's seen claim that it's coincidence. that l-corp very purposefully put their building at the intersection where the mainstreet really begins, overlooking the harbour, and it's a logical place to meet to begin the walk. that either way they would begin or end in the same place, so be grateful they're taking the attention away as they move onwards.
except right now, between the angry screaming from the anti-alien demos lining the barricades, and the dangerously inciteful rhetoric coming out of some of the more extreme protestors... it's feels like a powder keg. as more and more people show up to walk, the crowd is becoming a crush. the police aren't helping, the security guards at the front of l-corp insisting people step back out onto the road are also adding to the tension.
and of course, the press. sidelined to opposite street, behind a cordon barricade, kara stands with her phone as she live tweets and george, one of the bigger camera guys who insisted on coming along when he heard she was heading down here (she hadn't the heart to tell him she really would be fine), with a steady cam mounted on a handheld keeps blocking behind her. they aren't the only reporters. the press corner is clogged, end to end, with fox news and msnbc and bbc and so many different news outlets she can't even name some of them.
and all of this is chaotic in and of itself, but her senses kick into overdrive when a ripple goes through the crowd - outrage for some, awe for others, ambivalence and eye rolling and teeth sucking and, in one case, a laugh that's satirical and cruel she's going to fucking die - and kara switches her brain into overdrive. lena luthor is in the lobby of l-corp. lena luthor has descended from her floor fifty office and into the foyer, twenty feet from the glass doors which separate her from a crowd of angry protestors and angrier anti-demonstrators and she looks... guilty? confused? torn?
kara peeks over her glasses and tries to get a decent look at her face and it's all too obscured by the hundreds of skulls separating them and silently, to herself, kara thinks harder than she has ever thought: don't do it. for once, lena, stay in your fucking building and don't come out here. don't come out here.
