#saintslight

「 ⁽ ¹ ⁾ STARTER CALL : @archestypes 」

STAKEOUTS ARE HER LEAST FAVORITE ACTIVITY IN HER LINE OF WORK. the preparation for it alone is taxing enough as it is, not to mention the tedious nature of the work itself. but it's also easy, they are days when she gets to do nothing but snack and partake in an activity she does enjoy : people watching.

the heels of her boots are heavy on the wooden floor of the corridor leading up to her apartment as she walks through it with a paper bag full of snacks in her arms. not the healthiest of items by any means, but she rarely gets assigned to tedious missions. CAVALRY TYPICALLY KNOWS BETTER. for now, the heaping of sugar and salt is there for her comfort. as she walks, she doesn't realize one of her neighbours is leaving his own apartment, causing the two of them to collide and a few of the items to drop.

「 ⁽ ¹ ⁾ FIRST MEETING STARTERS 」 CLARK KENT ﹝ @archestypes ﹞ : You’re not supposed to be here, are you?

THE LIFE OF CRIME NEVER RETIRES, ITS CLAWS ONLY DRAWS ITSELF BACK INTO SOMETHING HARMLESS INSTEAD OF THE USUAL HIGH STAKES ENVIRONMENT. olympia finds herself in an apartment that is not hers, but rather her neighbour's, investigating his property as if it were her own. SHE CHALKS THE INTRUSION UP TO SIMPLE CURIOSITY. she knows nothing of this man, only his name from the handful of times they've gotten their mail at the same time, a particular detail she isn't certain he knows she has. clark kent. the name rings a bell of some sort. maybe she's seen it on the byline of a news story, though if she did, it would be on pure accident. she only reads the news if there's something worth reading, and usually it'd be about whatever crime she's helped commit.

now, if he were who she thinks he is, she is sorely disappointed to find that he's come home while she's still in his apartment. she doesn't know what the schedule of a reporter would look like, and again, that would be assuming he's even the guy. how many clark kents are there in metropolis, after all? it isn't as though his name is a rare one. for all she knows, he could be some sort of freelancer like herself, able to work whenever the opportunity presents itself. THANK GOODNESS SHE BROUGHT A PROP WITH HER, a plate of brownies that sits on his counter, still warm considering she's just made it. a housewarming present of sorts, though she doesn't know if he's lived in the apartment long.