( open ) ❤ ❝ a girl from the south side ❞

[advena]

CHARACTERS: kara danvers & you!
LOCATIONS: in the sky, on the ground, wherever.
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: it's a bird, it's a plane — no, it's just supergirl!

  ↪ i'm gonna take it slow, just as fast as i can.

( in the late afternoon, the wide expanse of blue in the sky is dotted with wisps of white, the occasional speck of a bird flying by or a plane in the distance. if you look closely, though, there's more than just clouds and birds and metal in the sky — there's the faint outline of a girl, too, a blur of colors floating in the distance, the outline of fabric fluttering in the breeze.

it's neither a bird nor a plane. it's not even supergirl in her familiar cape and skirt. it's just kara, the hem of her dress lifting up every now and again as her body hovers above the treetops, aimlessly drifting over the city.

these days, she's more than due for a bit of rest and relaxation. between corralling drunks and bartenders and occasionally having to remind the latter that they shouldn't be the former and vice versa, not to mention the hands-on challenge that is raising a puppy, she doesn't get too much of it. now more than ever, she needs an opportunity to clear her head and let go of the responsibilities that so often pile up on her shoulders, to find serenity in the zen of quiet that kept eluding her lately — so it should be no surprise to anyone who knows her that she aims first for the wide open spaces that the sky provides.

from the ground, it might be hard to tell exactly who's up there, but if you've got a higher vantage point — like the high floors of a building, or your own capabilities for flight — you might be able to recognize her librarian chic get up. feel free to call out to her, or take pictures for your unbelieving friends, or maybe just stare unabashed. )

↪ fifteen in a thirty, i ain't in no hurry.

( sucker punch, with its dim lighting and the inexplicable coating of dust that seems to settle in everything, is not the sort of place you'd expect to find sunshine incarnate kara danvers. really, it's not even the sort of place you'd expect to hear about her, let alone run into her face-to-face. but if you happen to go in on just the right day, at precisely the right time, you might just find her there.

the punching bags aren't her goal, and besides, she's not exactly allowed to use them anymore. not after she broke a fair few of them on her first visit, anyway. it wasn't her fault, though — she'd thought they were secured a little more sturdily than just a metal clip on the ceiling.

no, kara's here to spar again, this time as herself rather than supergirl. she lingers near the ropes of the boxing ring, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and her everyday attire exchanged for a rather cozy-looking sweatpants and t-shirt combo, looking more like a skittish potential fighter than a girl who could knock out the hulk with a good right hook.

should someone cross her path, she'll smile, offering up a casual, ) Do you ever go in there?

( there being the ring, obviously. not the locker room behind it. don't get the wrong idea now. )

↪ #wildcard

( want something different? feel free to throw something at me, or hit me up at semicolons or supergirl#2740 for a custom starter if you prefer. )

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[kelvins]

[a lawn chair on a rooftop, wayfarers, and one of those reflectors for tanning. oh and don't forget the small cooler filled with beer. it may not be summer, but that's not going to stop mick from getting a relaxing day in from the top of the bar. he's trying to catch a few well needed zzzzs. of course, every time he manages to drift off, he sees something in the air in his peripheral vision.

there's only one thing that he can think of that it might be. a sigh and he shouts.]

Skirt! Get your ass down. You're ruining my tan.