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[blindingtrust]

Ivy had spent the afternoon outside of the Nexus working on finding the wig she needed plus getting together what she would need at the hotel. Which wasn't much so long as she could move freely around the city at night. But right now that would be more difficult. She had to run her fingers along anything she could recognize by touch so she wouldn't get lost without her cane.

Even being without her coat was enough to have her on edge. When she got to the familiar corner of 13th and West Juniper Avenue she just haulted to listen to the sounds of Gotham.

Her Gotham had a very particular feel. As if everything was on the edge of a knife. That has her fingers anxiously twitch wanting to latch onto the end of her cane. But no she would not allow herself to compromise herself. It's too important to stay alive right now. So instead she fiddles with the wig on her head. Glad that it felt so realistic. She had been told it looked real. So for now she's a different person in appearance. Hopefully Dick will notice her. She wants to get moving damn it.

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[blindingtrust.livejournal.com]

As they ran. She thought they would be running by foot. She just holds the wing in place with heone hand and is just sddenly glad she can't see. Because she has a feeling seeing would just make this night more stressful.

"Right. Right. I'll be safe as long as I keep it on me." She thinks it's good that she decided to carryy some chash on her in case she needed it. She'll make sure to grab something from a cending machine to calm her nerves and settle down in the room once she's there. Actually...she should just stick to water. Not leave her room unless she has to.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

And all of a sudden, he's setting Ivy down on her feet. "Okay. We're at the back doors of the Rosetta," he says softly- looking her over. That was way too fast. "Your wig's a little crooked, let me fix it for you," he offers, reaching for it- and making sure that on the way to it, he's touching her arms, her neck, several times- so she knows where his hands are before he goes about adjusting it into a proper position. "Let's get you checked in," he says.

He's actually considerate about the whole 'I'm sighted and you aren't' thing, that might stand out for Ivy; he doesn't seem to take it for granted that she's aware of everything he is.

[blindingtrust.livejournal.com]

She had nearly stiffeneed when he had touched her but relaxed. She wasn't used to people quickly doing things like that for her. Even Phoenix would have taken time to make sure it was fine but no matter. It had been fine and she isn't reacting like a scalded cat.

"Yeah. Sooner I'm checked in, sooner I may be in the clear."

It seems unusual to her. It's sticking out in her mind but it is not sending out warning bells. She didn't think it was probable for him to be an evil-clone-Dick hired by Cassamento to kill her. THAT level of paranoia from her would be too much. She touches her purse to make sure everything she had needed was in it and was releaved. And also was glad she had the forsight to send the things she abosultly needed over to the hotel ahead of herself. Now she wonders if it was bad. But then mentally decides it isn't. She had a friend take care of it.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

"Right behind you," he murmurs- aware that Ivy's hearing is probably a bit sharper than the average person's. "There's a table, about five paces in front of you four three two bank right you'll miss it..." and then someone else's voice as Dick says "Front desk."
"Welcome to the Rosetta- can I help you, miss?" the stranger asks.

No, Dick isn't Phoenix. But he's definitely better at the dealing-with-those-who-aren't-sighted than the average schmo.

[blindingtrust.livejournal.com]

Ivy gives him a greatful nod understanding that had taken note of where the table was. She made her way over to the front desk. She srts her purse down and fishes out her wallet.

"Why yes you can. I made a reservation here. I'd like to check in." She pauses for a beat. "I also had my bags sent here ahead of me. Have you recived them?" They should have. She'd arranged everything beforehand.