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SARA LANCE﹙ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴀʀʏ ﹚ ([personal profile] leaguer) wrote in [community profile] cuddlecity 2017-08-04 12:48 am (UTC)

sara lance . dctv

ALPHA BUILDING.
( get your standard issue move-in prompts here! sara, like anyone, spends a great deal of time waiting in line and wondering what the hold-up is, a bag slung over her shoulder and a bo staff strapped to her back — because that's apparently a normal sight for a girl otherwise decked out in civilian clothes.

this seems as good a time as any to set up her okCuddle profile and start swiping. gotta get a head start, right? sara's no stranger to this kind of place, and they're all here for one reason. but — man, wouldn't it be awkward if the person she just swiped on happened to be standing right behind her in line? or maybe, just maybe, it's a stroke of good luck. hey, you're not reading over her shoulder, are you?

sara doesn't stick around alpha for too long, though, considering once she gets to her sixth floor apartment, she finds a key broken off into her doorknob and subsequently kicks the door down in spectacularly dramatic fashion, drops her stuff, chats with the beautiful alien responsible, and then heads out to explore instead. )
DINAH'S DINER.
( yeah, wandering around the city feels a lot better than trying to settle into a room that gave her total war flashbacks to moving into her college dorm what feels like literal lifetimes ago with her mom, dad, and sister. and, in a way, it kind of was lifetimes ago — back before the queen's gambit, the amazo, lian yu, nanda parbat, star city, literal actual death, the lazarus pit, and the waverider.

sara lets her feet follow her stomach rather than her brain, and ends up being stopped in her tracks in front of an old dining car-turned-diner. dinah's. the name's like a punch to the gut, makes her eyes sting a little. just when she thinks she's okay, there's another reminder of her sister who's gone: dinah laurel lance. but eudio supposedly granted her incentive of bringing laurel back to star city, back to their dad — she just hasn't been able to return home to ensure that it's really true, that it actually happened. this place feels like some kind of cosmic sign.

after standing there, just looking for a minute or so, sara sucks in a breath and heads inside, taking her perch atop a single stool in the long row of unoccupied seats along the counter, and immediately orders a black and white milkshake. want a lunch companion? sara wouldn't mind some idle conversation. )
& AROUND.
( alternatively, feel free to catch sara over the first few days in a variety of locations around cadelle — maybe she's training and getting all of her pent up emotions out at mojo dojo, getting her drank on over at her dear friend mick rory's bar, criminales, or lounging around on the beach. or give me anything! irl okcuddle creepin' not your style, or looking for something quicker? swipe right on this babe's okc here. alternatively, hmu at [plurk.com profile] frickin / canary#4628 and we can plan a thing! )

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