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So is this what we're doing? Going around introducing ourselves like it's the first day of class and your teacher's trying to break the ice despite the fact that you've already done this the last five periods in a row? I thought I was done with this when I graduated. Yeah, guess not.
[Kate grins lopsidedly at the camera, shrugging a little as she does. For anyone walking by, you can find her sitting on a bench on the boardwalk. Her legs are propped up on the railing in front of her, one leg crisscrossed over the other. She's staring at the camera from behind a pair of purple-framed shades, face framed perfectly. Clearly, this is not her first time talking through anything remotely resembling a Starkphone.]
Okay - I'm Kate Bishop and on my summer vacation, my buddy and I - [The camera pans down towards a one-eyed mutt laying on the ground, lazily watching the ocean. If you pay close attention, you might notice the way the camera passes by a purple quiver filled with arrows propped against the bench.] - decided to see what the fuss is about L.A. Gotta say, so far? Not bad.
That doesn't explain how I got here though. Or why every time I open a door with that mysterious key I found in my pocket, I always walk into Barton's crappy apartment. I get alternate universes are a thing - been there, done that - but come on. There's more than enough buildings here and I left that life behind. He's the one who futzed everything up. I get that most people don't usually get a choice of occupancy when brought somewhere against their will, but all I'm asking for is this one little favor. Or solution.
Anyone?
[Kate grins lopsidedly at the camera, shrugging a little as she does. For anyone walking by, you can find her sitting on a bench on the boardwalk. Her legs are propped up on the railing in front of her, one leg crisscrossed over the other. She's staring at the camera from behind a pair of purple-framed shades, face framed perfectly. Clearly, this is not her first time talking through anything remotely resembling a Starkphone.]
Okay - I'm Kate Bishop and on my summer vacation, my buddy and I - [The camera pans down towards a one-eyed mutt laying on the ground, lazily watching the ocean. If you pay close attention, you might notice the way the camera passes by a purple quiver filled with arrows propped against the bench.] - decided to see what the fuss is about L.A. Gotta say, so far? Not bad.
That doesn't explain how I got here though. Or why every time I open a door with that mysterious key I found in my pocket, I always walk into Barton's crappy apartment. I get alternate universes are a thing - been there, done that - but come on. There's more than enough buildings here and I left that life behind. He's the one who futzed everything up. I get that most people don't usually get a choice of occupancy when brought somewhere against their will, but all I'm asking for is this one little favor. Or solution.
Anyone?