Post by Julia Remarque on Aug 28, 2013 18:30:49 GMT
Julia strode forward confidently. She'd never actually been to the glades before but she'd looked at the maps a good bit before venturing forth. She wasn't particularly eager to be here but she needed some supplies for her experiment. Even though she was in a good home now with a surprisingly doting father and a kind pseudo brother, she couldn't put aside her poisons and antidotes. She hadn't used them, not since coming to Gotham; but, she couldn't forget about them. And she couldn't stop trying to make them.
She knew Bruce and her father had to know what she was up to. She didn't try to hide her work. She could have disabled the cameras or replaced the images and somewhat privately gone about her business; but, she did want an honest start. Now this was...She supposed it was a hobby. Nothing more. Alfred had set her up with a job in forensics, so she could use her experience to tell when people had been poisoned. She liked her job when she was actually allowed to do it. Sadly, the majority of the time, the records would be changed or she would be told to interpret the data in a different way. It was depressing but she wasn't here to upturn stones. Besides, she was trying to hide to the best of her abilities. She really didn't want anyone from France following her and trying to drag her back to that underworld filth. Or killing her. No, she didn't particularly want to end up dead either.
With Alfred's and Bruce's help she'd legally changed her name. She was technically a Pennyworth after all. She had a new passport and ID and she worked under the name Pennyworth. She hoped the switch would at least slow any attempts to find her. She wasn't that optimistic, though. She had been forced to come to Gotham somewhat openly and Remarque's son likely knew who her real father was. If he wanted Julia to help him the way she'd been forced to serve his father he could probably dig her up quickly. Alfred and Bruce seemed to think they could protect her; but, she had to wonder. Money wasn't always enough.
There was something strange going on in the Wayne Manner, though. She hadn't quite figured out what it was. But there were odd little bits. She was thrust into the underworld as soon as she could walk. And the criminal world wasn't kind to the unperceptive. Both Alfred and Bruce could disappear for several hours or more. They both though Bruce in particular seemed to keep really late nights. She didn't mention it. It wasn't her place. She was lucky to be here at all but it did unnerve her. And sometimes after Bruce came back he'd walk funny as though he'd be injured. Most people probably wouldn't notice but she'd seen how people moved after a long fight. A lot. More than she cared to recall. She hoped he wasn't deep in gambling or something. Still, she wouldn't say anything. Not yet. She wanted to try and figure out what was going on herself. She did so love puzzles.
She was almost at the meeting point, now. She had some cash to pay the person and the appropriate poison and antidote to inject the guy with in case things went south. Hopefully they wouldn't. She just wanted to purchase her supplies and get the heck out of this neighborhood.
She knew Bruce and her father had to know what she was up to. She didn't try to hide her work. She could have disabled the cameras or replaced the images and somewhat privately gone about her business; but, she did want an honest start. Now this was...She supposed it was a hobby. Nothing more. Alfred had set her up with a job in forensics, so she could use her experience to tell when people had been poisoned. She liked her job when she was actually allowed to do it. Sadly, the majority of the time, the records would be changed or she would be told to interpret the data in a different way. It was depressing but she wasn't here to upturn stones. Besides, she was trying to hide to the best of her abilities. She really didn't want anyone from France following her and trying to drag her back to that underworld filth. Or killing her. No, she didn't particularly want to end up dead either.
With Alfred's and Bruce's help she'd legally changed her name. She was technically a Pennyworth after all. She had a new passport and ID and she worked under the name Pennyworth. She hoped the switch would at least slow any attempts to find her. She wasn't that optimistic, though. She had been forced to come to Gotham somewhat openly and Remarque's son likely knew who her real father was. If he wanted Julia to help him the way she'd been forced to serve his father he could probably dig her up quickly. Alfred and Bruce seemed to think they could protect her; but, she had to wonder. Money wasn't always enough.
There was something strange going on in the Wayne Manner, though. She hadn't quite figured out what it was. But there were odd little bits. She was thrust into the underworld as soon as she could walk. And the criminal world wasn't kind to the unperceptive. Both Alfred and Bruce could disappear for several hours or more. They both though Bruce in particular seemed to keep really late nights. She didn't mention it. It wasn't her place. She was lucky to be here at all but it did unnerve her. And sometimes after Bruce came back he'd walk funny as though he'd be injured. Most people probably wouldn't notice but she'd seen how people moved after a long fight. A lot. More than she cared to recall. She hoped he wasn't deep in gambling or something. Still, she wouldn't say anything. Not yet. She wanted to try and figure out what was going on herself. She did so love puzzles.
She was almost at the meeting point, now. She had some cash to pay the person and the appropriate poison and antidote to inject the guy with in case things went south. Hopefully they wouldn't. She just wanted to purchase her supplies and get the heck out of this neighborhood.