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Entry tags:
- alisha bailey (misfits),
- donny casey (original),
- lisbeth salander (tgwtdt),
- nathan summers (marvel 616),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- remy lebeau (marvel 616),
- stephanie brown (dc comics),
- vanadi "the chaste" (original),
- ✝ babydoll (sucker punch),
- ✝ ellie linton (tomorrow),
- ✝ kara zor-el (dc comics)
[open] The terrible things that happened to you, didn't make you you
Date & Time: From the 25th - early July
Location: Everywhere~
Characters: Stephanie Brown and you
Summary: Steph does stuff. Mostly training and Batgirling around
Warnings: Injuries, violence, dumb feelings.
Notes: Prose or actionspam is fine, hit me up if you would like to sort out something specific
a → closed for Vanadi
Everything is terrible, and she's an idiot, and all she wants to do is throw herself into something just to stop thinking for a little while, as if that might stop her from feeling so damn guilty . With the way things are with the Exiles, Steph knows better than to take her frustrations out on them, justified or not, so she heads to the training centre, instead. It's not really fair to force her anger onto a sparring partner, either, so she decides to turn her energy towards the vault, beam and bars.
It goes well, for a while. She's throwing herself into it a little too hard, trying to pull of moves that are a little too complicated, dangerous, especially for someone her height, but the rush of adrenalin and building confidence at every successful trick is helping, bit by bit. For a little while, she just loses herself in the motion of it, her attention focused entirely on one movement to the next.
There are more than her fair share of falls, slipped grips on the bars, crashing into the mats after the vault, burns on her leg from the beam. It's nothing too serious, until she's trying to pull off a Geinger, proceeds to miss the catch, and goes crashing into the ground, landing with almost all her weight on her left shoulder. The sound of it dislocating is unmistakable, by this point. The feel of it dislocating is something she'll never forget, and she bites back a pained cry, pushing herself onto her back and just taking a moment to breathe through the pain.
It takes her a little while to find the energy to get up, but she manages to push herself to her feet and start towards the clinic, holding her arm awkwardly across her torso to try to keep it from moving and jarring too much.
b → closed to Ellie
They need to talk. They really need to talk, but Steph has been dreading it in equal parts, because she's scared she's going to do something stupid like blurt out the fact she kissed Saul. She tells herself that she won't, that it'll be fine, but still ends up nearly having a panic attack as she tries to make coffee for them both. Ellie is curled up with a book, she's not sick anymore, Jim and Leonard aren't home, which makes this the perfect time for it.
In the end, she makes tea instead of coffee, realizing that she doesn't need that much caffeine on top of the nerves, and that Ellie tends to prefer tea, anyway. For a moment, she just stares at the mugs, forcing herself to calm down, before picking them up and heading over to Ellie.
"Hey," She offers one of the mugs, waiting until Ellie accepts it before curling up beside her on the couch, "How're you feeling today?"
c → Training
Once her shoulder is sufficiently healed enough - by her standards, rather than those of an actual medical professional - she throws herself back into training. With another older Bat here (one she's always been equal parts admired and been terrified of), she feels like she has to up her game, make sure that she's doing everything she can to be as good as she can, and it helps that training is a good way to distract herself from all the thoughts twisted up in her head. Violence has always been cathartic, and it doesn't let her down, now, when she can hit things and get hit and ignore the guilt for a little while. If she pushes herself hard enough, it means she can just collapse at the end of the day, instead of lying awake for hours.
A lot of the time she trains in her Batgirl uniform, wanting to keep working on the sentience, on upgrading it and getting it to evolve so that she can be of more use on missions. And because it's kind of fascinating, discovering new things she can do with her suit, with her utility belt and all the tech in her cowl. She misses the Batcave with its extensive obstacle courses and training robots, and she wonders if she should check out the VR room at the Hold, one day. She's not sure she trusts it, though, so for now the physical training rooms will have to do, and she makes use of almost everything there at her disposal. Sometimes, she goes in civvies, not wanting to come to rely too heavily on her suit. Those days she tends to focus on gymnastics, easing herself back into things to make sure she does wreck her shoulder again so soon.
No matter how she's dressed, she spends a lot of time around the areas set up for sparring, and is more than happy to go a round or two with someone other than the Initiative trainers.
d → Patrol
With the degradation of Transport/Exiles relations, Steph increases her patrolling, spending more time out at night and trying to cover as much ground as she can over the city entirely, rather than focusing on the more criminal parts. There are still the usual sorts of things to keep an eye on, drug deals, muggings, drunken brawls, but for now her primary focus is on the areas that Transports frequent, bars and restaurants and cafes that tend to draw their patronage. It's not that she isn't aware most Transports can't take of themselves, God knows the Initiative mostly got things right when it comes to wanting soldiers, but that doesn't mean there aren't people that do need someone keeping an eye out for them.
She's a silent shadow, mostly, flitting from rooftop to rooftop as she watches for any disturbances below.
e → Wildcard
[OOC: For anything else your heart might desire.]
Location: Everywhere~
Characters: Stephanie Brown and you
Summary: Steph does stuff. Mostly training and Batgirling around
Warnings: Injuries, violence, dumb feelings.
Notes: Prose or actionspam is fine, hit me up if you would like to sort out something specific
a → closed for Vanadi
Everything is terrible, and she's an idiot, and all she wants to do is throw herself into something just to stop thinking for a little while, as if that might stop her from feeling so damn guilty . With the way things are with the Exiles, Steph knows better than to take her frustrations out on them, justified or not, so she heads to the training centre, instead. It's not really fair to force her anger onto a sparring partner, either, so she decides to turn her energy towards the vault, beam and bars.
It goes well, for a while. She's throwing herself into it a little too hard, trying to pull of moves that are a little too complicated, dangerous, especially for someone her height, but the rush of adrenalin and building confidence at every successful trick is helping, bit by bit. For a little while, she just loses herself in the motion of it, her attention focused entirely on one movement to the next.
There are more than her fair share of falls, slipped grips on the bars, crashing into the mats after the vault, burns on her leg from the beam. It's nothing too serious, until she's trying to pull off a Geinger, proceeds to miss the catch, and goes crashing into the ground, landing with almost all her weight on her left shoulder. The sound of it dislocating is unmistakable, by this point. The feel of it dislocating is something she'll never forget, and she bites back a pained cry, pushing herself onto her back and just taking a moment to breathe through the pain.
It takes her a little while to find the energy to get up, but she manages to push herself to her feet and start towards the clinic, holding her arm awkwardly across her torso to try to keep it from moving and jarring too much.
b → closed to Ellie
They need to talk. They really need to talk, but Steph has been dreading it in equal parts, because she's scared she's going to do something stupid like blurt out the fact she kissed Saul. She tells herself that she won't, that it'll be fine, but still ends up nearly having a panic attack as she tries to make coffee for them both. Ellie is curled up with a book, she's not sick anymore, Jim and Leonard aren't home, which makes this the perfect time for it.
In the end, she makes tea instead of coffee, realizing that she doesn't need that much caffeine on top of the nerves, and that Ellie tends to prefer tea, anyway. For a moment, she just stares at the mugs, forcing herself to calm down, before picking them up and heading over to Ellie.
"Hey," She offers one of the mugs, waiting until Ellie accepts it before curling up beside her on the couch, "How're you feeling today?"
c → Training
Once her shoulder is sufficiently healed enough - by her standards, rather than those of an actual medical professional - she throws herself back into training. With another older Bat here (one she's always been equal parts admired and been terrified of), she feels like she has to up her game, make sure that she's doing everything she can to be as good as she can, and it helps that training is a good way to distract herself from all the thoughts twisted up in her head. Violence has always been cathartic, and it doesn't let her down, now, when she can hit things and get hit and ignore the guilt for a little while. If she pushes herself hard enough, it means she can just collapse at the end of the day, instead of lying awake for hours.
A lot of the time she trains in her Batgirl uniform, wanting to keep working on the sentience, on upgrading it and getting it to evolve so that she can be of more use on missions. And because it's kind of fascinating, discovering new things she can do with her suit, with her utility belt and all the tech in her cowl. She misses the Batcave with its extensive obstacle courses and training robots, and she wonders if she should check out the VR room at the Hold, one day. She's not sure she trusts it, though, so for now the physical training rooms will have to do, and she makes use of almost everything there at her disposal. Sometimes, she goes in civvies, not wanting to come to rely too heavily on her suit. Those days she tends to focus on gymnastics, easing herself back into things to make sure she does wreck her shoulder again so soon.
No matter how she's dressed, she spends a lot of time around the areas set up for sparring, and is more than happy to go a round or two with someone other than the Initiative trainers.
d → Patrol
With the degradation of Transport/Exiles relations, Steph increases her patrolling, spending more time out at night and trying to cover as much ground as she can over the city entirely, rather than focusing on the more criminal parts. There are still the usual sorts of things to keep an eye on, drug deals, muggings, drunken brawls, but for now her primary focus is on the areas that Transports frequent, bars and restaurants and cafes that tend to draw their patronage. It's not that she isn't aware most Transports can't take of themselves, God knows the Initiative mostly got things right when it comes to wanting soldiers, but that doesn't mean there aren't people that do need someone keeping an eye out for them.
She's a silent shadow, mostly, flitting from rooftop to rooftop as she watches for any disturbances below.
e → Wildcard
[OOC: For anything else your heart might desire.]
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( There. Is that what she wanted to hear? Is that what she wanted him to admit? That yes, he is stupid, and he knows it? That so many things bewilder him, that it takes him a long time to read, that he barely scrapes passes in his classes? )
It's n-not-- it's not a l-leap.
( It's just the way it is. )
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That's not where I was going with that.
[She has to take a step back, turn her frustration into pacing back and forth across the room, because she's got her dad's temper, and she doesn't ever want to be him.]
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A drawn out moment skips by him. Or is he being dragged past time, instead, some undertow threatening to pull him under? There's that pang of anxiety, panic, adrenaline surging because something very wrong is about to happen or is happening already. )
Forget it.
( This. Or something, he doesn't really know. ) What-- what d-do you want m-me to do?
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[Her tone suggests that she knows that's pretty impossible, 'cause she's seen too many people who've been put down their whole life, and she knows it's so hard to break out of that cycle of thoughts.]
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I j-just-- I just n-need to um, to b-be Atlas.
( That makes everything easier. )
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Don't do that to yourself, Donny.
[She's seen what it can do to people, like Bruce.]
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It helps.
( But there's more than that. ) Atlas c-can-- Atlas helps. And, um. ( And Donny is just a shy guy, a janitor. He's not someone people ever listen to. )
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[That it helps, because that's why Bruce does it, too.]
But too much of a divide, or losing yourself to Atlas, that's not helping anyone, especially not yourself.
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( Although, being Atlas and Adonis, that was was had dragged Max into Asteria's sphere of attention. The guilt weighs heavy on him. )
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[She's sighing, rubbing a hand over her face and trying to work out how to make him listen to her.
It's probably not gonna happen, but she just wants to try to help.]
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( Vigilantes, they don't typically have a long shelf life. He knew that from the beginning. People like Break and Integro, they're unusual. They're dangerous, he's pretty sure Max would say. They aren't really looking out for anyone but themselves.
He's sure it didn't necessarily start that way. It can't have been easy, having to navigate everything, be bombarded by so much. Sometimes, he wonders if being isolated was the only way he was able to be half-decent at what he does.
A little shrug, a smile that doesn't quite make it. )
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[Just... don't.
Don't think like that, because she knows everything he's not saying, and it hurts. It's not as if she hasn't considered the same thing, as if she doesn't think too hard about the future because god knows if she's going to have one, but--
The way he says it makes it sound like he's resigned to it, and that can't mean anything good.]
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( But it sounds hollow. He doesn't really know how not to think like that, how to be anything different than what he is.
Right now would be a great time to have something inspirational or moving to say, but he's got nothing. )
Sorry.
( Again. Softer, this time. )
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What she doesn't know is what to say, so instead she just holds out her arms, offering - asking for? - a hug.]
C'mere?
[It's a question, because he can say no if he wants.]
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That painful collection of seconds drop away, and he finally steps forward. It's a careful hug, because his arm still kills, unsure whether to curl it into the hug or hold it away, while his other arm awkwardly looks around the small of her back. )
Okay.
( He does like the hugs. They're just very, very awkward, still. )
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Sorry for yelling at you.
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( His chin his resting on her shoulder, never mind that he's really too tall to be doing that. It's nice. He's prepared to stoop to enable it. )
Sorry f-for, uh.
( For being an ass, making her out to be a jerk, thinking the worst all the time. There's so many things and they all cluster and crowd over one another. Everything feels like a cop out. ) Thanks f-for the h-help.
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[It always seems to take Donny a little while to relax into a hug, but they're good once he gets there.]
Try to actually think about what I said?
[Because even if she probably shouldn't have shouted at him, she thinks she made some points he should think over.]
DW ATE MY REPLY AND LAZARUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING
( This seems to be a theme, with them. Before Atlas had known the Bat, he tried to comfort Stephanie, and before she'd known Adonis she'd done her best to make him feel better. It's strange, almost, to have this kind of recurring theme in their relationship, strained and weird as it can be. The one-armed grip tightens a little. )
I'll t-try.
WOW RUDE DW
[That he try to break out of those circles of messed up logic and stop blaming himself for other people being shitty.
He's a good guy underneath it all.]