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Everything in Gotham seemed to be dark, even their amusement park, Amusement Mile was dark and closed down. Maybe that was because people didn't like being out after dark, thugs and other things lurked in the shadows, ready to strike when someone wasn't paying attention. The once flashing lights had been shut down, the shadows from the various rides, covered parts of the ground as the moon shown down onto the ground. A cold wind blew through the deserted park, it appeared to be a ghost town, nothing moved. The only noise that could be heard was the wind striking had against the booths, making the wood creak.
The darkness was parted as a figure walked through the shadows. The figure was of a woman, her head lowered as she walked, blonde hair falling in her eyes, hiding her face as she slowly moved along the Midway. Her clothes blended into the night sky around her, the long black trench coat she wore fluttered around her black flare jeans. The black shirt she wore had the green eyes of a cat on it. Her skin was tan, but still pale compared to others around her. The black boots she wore clicked softly against the ground of the midway. Her head turned to see a stuffed animal, just laying on the counter of one of the booths, she tilted her head some, walking up to it slowly and reaching out to it. As she did, everything around her spun and she was suddenly in a different place, at anotehr amusement park when she was a child. She saw her younger self, smiling and hugging a stuffed animal that her father had one for her. Then it was over, over to quickly for the hardened. The old carnivals from when she was a child, everything was real, everything was for the entertainment of others. When she found out that humans put mutants on display, she was outraged, but she could do nothing to stop the freakshows that were allowing that to happen. For once in her life she had felt helpless.
Her eyes opened to find the animal gone and her hand just stretched out, reaching for nothing. She clenched her fist. "You've gotta get a hold of yourself. Can't keep spacing like that, anyone can just come up and attack you." She sighed softly to herself and ran her hand thorugh her hair. The blonde tendrals ran between the fingers, unknotting with one another as they fell back to their original position. Christine lifted her head, bright blue eyes shining out as she looked up at the moon, it was a clear night and even though the lights of the city were on you could see the stars clearly. Avertingher eyes from the light of the moon, she turned her head to the left, her senses picking up the sound of a footstep behind her.
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