Strike - Pass Unnoticed - 1 Pass vs. DC3 - Complete & Utter Failure
Laura was all about leaving people to their own business and would only ever make her presence known if it seemed someone was in danger. That or she would get close enough to confirm the situation required an intervention, of sorts, and then dial 9-1-1. She looked in the direction Mr. Blackbird suggested and nodded that she understood. He took the lead and she followed.
Glancing briefly in the direction of the quarrelling couple, she hoped the resolution would be a peaceful one and not end the way of the Shakespearean couple mentioned by the Mayor. She still thought it was odd that they should be speaking any Latin, since outside of scholarly research and the like, it was as dead as Julius Caesar at the foot of Pompey's statue.
Unfortunately, whether it was the darkness or her distraction with the couple, Laura was destined not to pass quietly through the park. Her pumps, which she had earlier thought might be problematic for a walk, proved her correct. The heel of her right shoe caught on something in the path. She lost her balance and no amount of impromptu dance moves or wind-milling of arms was going to prevent her from falling.
With a small 'Ooooofff', she tipped sideways and landed awkwardly in a pristine line of low hedges, her tray of food and her drink plopping somewhere on the ground. The noise was inescapable. Hoping the couple would think it was a racoon or some other nightly visitor and blushing with embarrassment, she hesitated, trying to figure out how she could right herself. Her bottom almost reached the roots of the hedge as her head, arms and legs stuck upward like a stylized 'V' designed by some inebriated monk.
Laura was all about leaving people to their own business and would only ever make her presence known if it seemed someone was in danger. That or she would get close enough to confirm the situation required an intervention, of sorts, and then dial 9-1-1. She looked in the direction Mr. Blackbird suggested and nodded that she understood. He took the lead and she followed.
Glancing briefly in the direction of the quarrelling couple, she hoped the resolution would be a peaceful one and not end the way of the Shakespearean couple mentioned by the Mayor. She still thought it was odd that they should be speaking any Latin, since outside of scholarly research and the like, it was as dead as Julius Caesar at the foot of Pompey's statue.
Unfortunately, whether it was the darkness or her distraction with the couple, Laura was destined not to pass quietly through the park. Her pumps, which she had earlier thought might be problematic for a walk, proved her correct. The heel of her right shoe caught on something in the path. She lost her balance and no amount of impromptu dance moves or wind-milling of arms was going to prevent her from falling.
With a small 'Ooooofff', she tipped sideways and landed awkwardly in a pristine line of low hedges, her tray of food and her drink plopping somewhere on the ground. The noise was inescapable. Hoping the couple would think it was a racoon or some other nightly visitor and blushing with embarrassment, she hesitated, trying to figure out how she could right herself. Her bottom almost reached the roots of the hedge as her head, arms and legs stuck upward like a stylized 'V' designed by some inebriated monk.