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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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She nods and pulls a PIN point out od her nurse, attacting it like a watch to her rist and pulls her tazer out. It is small and handy. Villians beware Ivy is willing to shock a bitch! "I have one."

"Chunk of rock." She blinks faintly wondering where they were heading but it didn't exactly matter. She'd keep her back pressed against the rock. "That works. I can handle fighting someone one on one if...If I don't have to worry about my back. But hopefully I won't have to worry about that too much."

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

"Very large boulder?" he answers. "It's around the center of the park... and you shouldn't need to fight."
The thugs are a little uneasy- they can certainly interpret what they're looking at. Dick reaches into his jacket- and there's a whiz of displaced air as his baton's hurled, the gun one of the two flung aside by the impact.
"if you do need to be my guest, but- I think I can handle these two."
His tone is so chill, all of a sudden. Almost mechanical.

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"Ah. Boulder." She just smirks a little and puts her back against it and does what she's good at. She listens. She knows that she'll never see what Dick is doing but she had heard the fact he knew without a doubht that he could fight two Mafia thugs. The fact that she was so sure he could just by the sound of his voice? Well it impresses her in a quite part of her mind where she's trying to figure him out.

She could feel the displaced air. He had thrown something. Was it that thing that had touched her hand? Probably.

"I'm sure you can."

But the shorter more oily looking of the pair presses a thing on his watch. It's a signal that they need help taking Ivy in. After all Cassamento wanted her scared into not going on the stand. He needed Hinrich not in prison. This might get ugly.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Reaching for the watch gets Dick's attention in ways that nobody really wants . A roundhouse kick damn near takes short-and-oily's head off his shoulders, and then Dick's tumbling across the grass. Thug Number Two- the big guy- comes after him with a yell.
Idiot. Yelling just makes it easier to know where the attack is coming from.
A hand darts out into the path of the big guy's throat, and the yell ends very abruptly, becoming a little squeaking noise.
The tumbling across the grass continues, though- he has a baton to gather. "We move," he tells Ivy abruptly, "now," as he's heading right back to her side.

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This is why they're thugs. Too dumb to fight smart. Just to follow orders. They were told to get Ivy so that was what they were goin to do. Until Dick took them down so quikly. Ivy had just flinched at the yell and the noises that followed.

"Right." She steps away from the giant rock holding out a hand. He'll ned to pull her with him. She can't easily navigate around.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Pull her with?
Screw that, he throws Ivy over one shoulder. He knows the shortest route from where they are to the hotel in question; he tells her "hang onto the wig" as he hoists her, and then they're off.
"So we check you in, I'll sit downstairs and wait a couple hours to make sure you've lost them. And you keep that PINpoint handy- if something happens, you can get the hell away from anybody after you at the drop of a hat."

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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.

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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.

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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.