#ahh yes nahvee putting herself into dangerous situations since 1802

[devilsdecade]

      Late evening wanderings was practically a hobby of hers- Nahvee often worked long hours and most of her free time would be spent alone in evenings in her small apartment letting her mind wander to places she tries to avoid. So as a way to keep herself busy, she likes to submerge herself deep into the city, no matter how much she actually hates the place. Gotham city was dangerous to say the least and so far,  she’s been fortunate enough that she hasn’t really gotten hurt aside from the time someone managed to snatch her purse after a rough shove to the ground about a month ago. Even so, this didn’t stop her or scare her away from exploring the city and this evening, she finds herself stepping into an old, abandoned amusement park. 

     There was a heavy feeling of eeriness that loomed over the park- one which most likely shut down from a severe lack of funding like everything else around the city. Stores and businesses are closing left and right it seemed. Once upon a time, people filled this area and this was once a place of happiness and joy, but now it was only made of ghostly shadows of remains of good times. It was more ominous than anything she’d ever seen before and perhaps this was what drew her inside in the first place. Nahvee always liked the darker side of things and there was something beautiful to her about the place. Grass overgrowing through cracks in the sidewalk and rollercoasters that have gone unused for years now coated with rust and painted with all sorts of colorful graffiti: a sign that people still do come here from time to time. It could be dangerous here and she knows it, but she finds herself brushing off the thought of it because she simply didn’t care. It couldn’t 

     She’s come to a stop in front of one of the smaller attractions- one of a few of the old, small children’s rollercoasters and she’s taking the time to admire it- it was cute. The carts were designed like cartoon style bumblebees and the tracks were a mixture of rusted yellows and blacks. Owen would have loved it.  A small smile tugs at her lips at the sight of it and her head bows as she slips her hands into the small cross body bag strapped over her shoulder. Soon, she withdrew a small book and pencil before she moved so that she could take a seat on the ground where she’d turn to a crisp blank page where the graphite would meet the paper in soft delicate strokes as she began to sketch. Silently immersed in her sketching, she had no idea that someone was nearby and had been watching her- that she’s invaded someone’s home. Her brows furrowed as she tilted her head slightly, eyes glancing up to the attraction once more before falling back onto the paper in deep concentration to her work.

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#writingxonthewall #|| Jack Napier || #ahh yes nahvee putting herself into dangerous situations since 1802