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[Charlie has spent the past few days moping. She's been going to school and being uncooperative, going home and laying in bed staring at the ceiling, and writing an whole lot of letters. There are a few to Helena, a few to Zinda, and a few to Dinah, even one to Barda, but it's not until today- when she sucks it up and writes one to Babs that she finally feels better. She leaves them sprawled out on her bedroom floor, with the photos she received at Christmas, then goes downstairs and washes dishes until her hands are red and cracked.
And then she starts to throw them and break them on the floor. She doesn't stop until every single one of them is completely shattered on the shiny floor. And just when she thinks she feels better about it all, that twisting feeling starts in her stomach again. And she cries. Wails like a little girl in the middle of the kitchen, not caring who might see her. At least, when she's done crying, she feels a lot better.
She bolts out the door for a run after that. You can find her on her regular routes around town, pretending it's a bright and shiny day outside. Or maybe she's laying on the front porch, flipping through those damn photographs again.
Either way, you'll notice there's just the slightest hint of unspunkiness in her.]
[Phone/Drone Filter]
Uh- So. Just in case anyone was thinking about it, it's a bad idea to mess with the Post Man. He doesn't seem like it, but he's. Pretty scary when you mess with him.
So- just wondering, but how many of you have heard of Batgirl before? Batman counts too, I guess, as long as you aren't going off of the totally lame comics they've got here.
And then she starts to throw them and break them on the floor. She doesn't stop until every single one of them is completely shattered on the shiny floor. And just when she thinks she feels better about it all, that twisting feeling starts in her stomach again. And she cries. Wails like a little girl in the middle of the kitchen, not caring who might see her. At least, when she's done crying, she feels a lot better.
She bolts out the door for a run after that. You can find her on her regular routes around town, pretending it's a bright and shiny day outside. Or maybe she's laying on the front porch, flipping through those damn photographs again.
Either way, you'll notice there's just the slightest hint of unspunkiness in her.]
[Phone/Drone Filter]
Uh- So. Just in case anyone was thinking about it, it's a bad idea to mess with the Post Man. He doesn't seem like it, but he's. Pretty scary when you mess with him.
So- just wondering, but how many of you have heard of Batgirl before? Batman counts too, I guess, as long as you aren't going off of the totally lame comics they've got here.