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[IN A SMALL PARK]
Aug. 2nd, 2013 02:05 amIn the life of a supercriminal, it's not necessarily wise to dwell in one place too long. There's always the risk of discover and possible capture, but life on the move has its pitfalls as well. For the moment, Eddie Nygma has settled not only for the former and the risks it entails but semi-settled in general. The suburbs are hardly the place for him, as far as they are from his preferred penthouse lifestyle, but he's managed to acquire a decent enough base of operations while he works on turning one successful heist into a string of them.
It doesn't hurt that the neighborhood itself is actually rather pleasant. Nobody pays him much mind. He's just another well-dressed suburbanite, who perhaps favors green sweatervests a bit more than the average man, but there's not much else to notice. He gets coffee and reads the paper at the coffee shop or sometimes in the park (in the shade, always, he burns like most redheads burn) and he always does the crosswords. In pen, of course. And then he goes home to plan the best way to rid these lovely people of the burden of their money. While proving how much smarter he is than the police or the Bat, while he's at it.
Today is a day much like the ones previous to it. Always a different coffee shop, sometimes a different park, but today he strays to the park he first wandered through. It's been long enough he thinks it hardly counts as a pattern, at least. He skips the coffee and instead ventures right into the park. Maybe he'll find some kind of food vendor.
It doesn't hurt that the neighborhood itself is actually rather pleasant. Nobody pays him much mind. He's just another well-dressed suburbanite, who perhaps favors green sweatervests a bit more than the average man, but there's not much else to notice. He gets coffee and reads the paper at the coffee shop or sometimes in the park (in the shade, always, he burns like most redheads burn) and he always does the crosswords. In pen, of course. And then he goes home to plan the best way to rid these lovely people of the burden of their money. While proving how much smarter he is than the police or the Bat, while he's at it.
Today is a day much like the ones previous to it. Always a different coffee shop, sometimes a different park, but today he strays to the park he first wandered through. It's been long enough he thinks it hardly counts as a pattern, at least. He skips the coffee and instead ventures right into the park. Maybe he'll find some kind of food vendor.
