❛   oh gosh, ridiculous !  ❜ she says with voice SLIGHTLY offended. the kid's book in her hands,  containing puzzles and brain games is the topic; brows raise in disbelief as eyes stop on one particular math puzzle. ❛   this is actually for my little cousin, but i CAN’T solve this. can you ?   ❜ diana shift closer to the person on bench and tilts the book.

                                                           HER HEART IS crashing against her ribcage - she’s sure that it’s beating can be heard even above the roar of TRAFFIC from the interstate. It’s a beastly sort of racket, the cars zooming by endlessly, but it provides a certain ambience that promises anonymity. With so many passing by, each determined to find their destination, it is easy to go unnoticed. She supposes that might be the charm associated with such a location, especially for those who do not wish to be found. And he doesn’t want to be found - that much is obvious. It’s also obvious that she should be anywhere but HERE. Hence the pounding heart as she stands outside the door, studying the peeling paint in an effort to calm herself. 

     Like a HONEYBEE drawn to an exotic flower, she can’t quite muster up the energy required to break away & forget this FOOLISH scheme - more of an obsession, really. She’s drawn to this unknown pollen, wondering if it might kill her, hoping that it would prove better than she’d expected. It had started when CIA chatter had grown too loud to ignore, especially amongst more... unofficial circles, such as hers. Not her business, nor her concern, she’d nonetheless been CAPTIVATED by the thought of Treadstone, now Blackbriar. She’d been horrified, intrigued, confused. And the combination of all those things had pushed her into STUDY and research - she cannot sit idly by when there is something she does not understand. 

     The events in New York, things had escalated - and amidst all the hubbub and general hysteria, she’d managed to fly below the radar. She’d seemingly done the IMPOSSIBLE. She’d found him - at least, she thinks she’s found him. But to what end? She’s not sure, she can’t be sure, she just knows she needs to SEE this through. And ---- she wants to HELP. Beyond that simple phrase she has no plan, just a curiosity that will not give her peace.

it's frozen for me too. maybe it's just tumblr tho? the tags i was just creepin in were having the same issue