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Jun. 26th, 2011 04:32 pmThe apartment Dinah shares with her mother is a medium sized, two-storey affair above the florist shop in a pleasant neighbourhood in downtown Gotham. Her room, into which her Milliways door opens, is a mess of discarded clothes, which she hastily kicked under her unmade bed as they pass.
The rest of the apartment is tidier, but not spotless There are few bookshelves, and what there are are filled with well-thumbed crime novels. Photos throughout feature a handsome man with dark brown hair and a crooked grin that exactly matches Dinah's own. Other portraits on display include professional quality group shots of the Justice Society of America; the kind of glossies you buy at a special interest store impersonally signed by a tired hand. In the living room, an old leather chair that doesn't match the couch is still angled at the TV, but it's the couch that bears the marks of having been used recently: a paperback lies spread open and upside down next to a cold coffee mug, which Dinah scoops up on her way past. Fresh cut flowers can be found in nearly every room.
The kitchen looks, for the most part, like a show kitchen, with every utensil and appliance accounted for and squared away in its place, and then coated in a very thin layer of dust, except for the microwave, sink and fridge, which obviously get their fair share of use.
And Dinah has most of her face covered with her hand.
"Aaaand now you've seen all my dirty laundry."
Literally.
The rest of the apartment is tidier, but not spotless There are few bookshelves, and what there are are filled with well-thumbed crime novels. Photos throughout feature a handsome man with dark brown hair and a crooked grin that exactly matches Dinah's own. Other portraits on display include professional quality group shots of the Justice Society of America; the kind of glossies you buy at a special interest store impersonally signed by a tired hand. In the living room, an old leather chair that doesn't match the couch is still angled at the TV, but it's the couch that bears the marks of having been used recently: a paperback lies spread open and upside down next to a cold coffee mug, which Dinah scoops up on her way past. Fresh cut flowers can be found in nearly every room.
The kitchen looks, for the most part, like a show kitchen, with every utensil and appliance accounted for and squared away in its place, and then coated in a very thin layer of dust, except for the microwave, sink and fridge, which obviously get their fair share of use.
And Dinah has most of her face covered with her hand.
"Aaaand now you've seen all my dirty laundry."
Literally.
