[The guards are off, somehow. The way they walk, the way they talk to each other--none of it is quite right. None of it is exactly human. Diana is waiting for a patrol to pass around a corner when she feels someone's hands on her, pulling her back and covering her mouth.
Mentally cursing her dulled senses, she grasps at the forearm in front of her. If she'd had her full strength, the bone would have snapped like a twig between her fingers; as things stand, she might leave a bruise.
But he releases her after the guards pass, and though her instinct is to wheel around and fling him against the wall, he did keep her from getting caught. He shouldn't have had to, but he did. Diana takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and turns to see a somewhat familiar face. They live in the same neighborhood.]
Not just them. [She rolls her shoulders, glancing down the hall before turning her attention back to him.] What are you doing out here?
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Mentally cursing her dulled senses, she grasps at the forearm in front of her. If she'd had her full strength, the bone would have snapped like a twig between her fingers; as things stand, she might leave a bruise.
But he releases her after the guards pass, and though her instinct is to wheel around and fling him against the wall, he did keep her from getting caught. He shouldn't have had to, but he did. Diana takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and turns to see a somewhat familiar face. They live in the same neighborhood.]
Not just them. [She rolls her shoulders, glancing down the hall before turning her attention back to him.] What are you doing out here?