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Post by dinah on Nov 12, 2012 18:45:38 GMT -5
Pale, smooth thighs squeezed against the rumbling power house under her. As she arched her body over the neck of the slick, black beauty, her smooth fingers tightened around the accelerator and the engine gave a high pitched whine, before purring with power as well as speed. Her dress was torn, much to her chagrin, it had been a lovely outfit, and she would have liked to have kept in far better care. Her heels gave her a bit of difficultly shifting gears but it wasn’t something she couldn’t’ handle. Her blonde hair streamed behind her in the wind and she leaned her body into the turn, feeling her dress rise up her thighs, it’d lost quite a bit of its length, but the scuffle hadn’t necessarily been intended but what could you do? Things happened and in her line of work, anything could happen.
Blue eyes gazed out behind her sunglasses, there was no time to get her helmet, she’d run off without, as soon as she’d gotten word from Oracle that things had gone south. She’d been out at the social call with someone who was drugging other high rollers and using them to get money from their family. She’d left early. Her bare knee nearly touched the asphalt and she could feel the heat coming off as she booked it breaking the speed limit before she’d been out of the driveway. She’d made it Metropolis in less time then she’d anticipated, but she wasn’t about to lose Helena simply because she’d been slow, not a chance.
She cut the bike at the entrance at the corner, parked on the sidewalk, let them give her a ticket she didn’t have much cause or care for that. Oracle would pay it if she got one. That little thought had her lips curving up in a slow smile. She didn’t say anything, didn’t give Oracle any indication she’d arrived, it was better to keep as quiet as possible. She was sure she looked quite odd, walking into the bar in a torn, lovely black dress that had at one point been down to her ankles with a slit up the side revealing the a toned leg. It was now roughly at her thighs, she’d had to rip it or else it would have made riding impossible. Her blue eyes slid over the patrons of the bar, and the noticed a lot of them had cleared out and Zinda had left quite the pile of bodies in her wake.
Dinah walked back through the doors without any trouble, no one dared try and stop the blonde bombshell as she went on her way. Her roughed up appearance and that look in her eyes was something no one really wanted to mess with. Her hands curled into a fist as she caught sight of the two behemoth looking Russians blocking a door in the backroom. She deduced that, that was indeed where Helena and Zinda were. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?!”
Black Canary didn’t give any warning, no she was already coming right for the closest one, her fist curled and flying forward with her first strike moving for the woman’s face, a fluke hit, but if it made contact all the better as her knee was coming up to strike the closest of the sisters in the stomach, her other hand was held close ready to block or counter strike any movements that were made. Her intense gaze didn’t waver from her two opponents. They would not like angering this bird.
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