Inside the Plaster || officerdgrayson
        Slender, effeminate fingers work diligently over its canvas, intricately detailing and carving away excess with practised skill and precision, acacia orbs trained sharply to maintain perfection. Neck stretching back, popping and craning to remove soreness she eyes the wall clock across the room finding it to be the appropriate time for her departure and places her xacto-knife on the end table next to her crafting block and wipes her hands along the length of her apron before leaving from her work to go clean herself up and make herself look presentable for the public eye.
         She dresses cleanly in a sophisticated manner mimicking a charmed look of the early twentieth century. Leaving her gallery combined art studio she hails a cab with nothing but a clutch in her gloved palms and makes way for the airport. Upon arrival she beams straight for baggage claim, a sultry sway to her feminine hips. At baggage claim she waits patiently, careful of her position which she has so strategically calculated out of camera view. Each position she maintains in obstructed by something, whether a beam or a crowd so she sits confidentially and comfortably watching the muddle of her fellow homo sapiens go about their day, smiling to a few who meet her eye before she moves to one of the claiming unit, crowded around and hidden and stands calmly among her peers, watching there beloved items rotate past until her intend prize is in view. Lifting away a large black suitcase with blue detailing she reads the tag with "Dick Grayson" scrawled in surprisingly legible handwriting, with a satisfied nod. Moving out of the way just slightly, once again she strategically hides herself and unzips it carefully.
         Opening her clutch she then removes a small note addressed to the aforementioned owner of such name, laminated then placed in a common ziploc bag and places it into the luggage with a proud and devious smirk. Returning the suitcase to the line up she promptly leaves the airport as calmly as she'd come, red bottomed heels clicking in her departure.
