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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:06 am
Follow up after meeting Pierrette.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:07 am
Follow up after meeting Alex
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 12:53 pm
Natasha Russell stared at her reflection in the mirror. A weak frown was painted over her face, and matted hair covered her head. The pain that rifled through her body from a mix of bruises, and the certainty of blood from somewhere (exactly where she'd had yet to determine) was numbed by the sheer shame she felt for having done so terribly against the Negaverse agent. It had been Argo Navis' first battle with one, and if she had to be graded on it, it easily would have been an F.
Hell, she should have been thanking her stars that she had come out of it alive. But the painful reality of it was that she was embarrassed and felt unworthy of her own powers. The idea of teamwork had always been laughable in the past, but she was starting to second guess herself. Perhaps it was time she sought out others to work with. She was well aware that there were quite a few others out there (she'd come across a sheer number of them the night when they'd all received their cellphones). It was just a matter of putting the effort forward to try to get to work with some of them.
Ugh.
It was too much to take in, and she looked away from her own reflection. The teen fumbled her way into her bedroom, and let herself sit on the bed. She knew better than to fall asleep, she was certain she came out of this with at least a concussion. Her cellphone began to buzz and she looked down at it. Alex's number popped up. Why was he calling? She looked over at her clock she let out a sigh. She was late for the date she had personally made with Alex. 20 minutes late to be exact. She couldn't face him right now, she didn't want to face anyone. Placing the phone up on her bed table, she ignored it, letting it buzz on it's own.
"Sorry Alex." she muttered apologetically, half to herself, and half to her phone. The violet haired girl let herself fall back on the bed, wincing a bit as her head touched down. The earlier days events replayed over in her mind, and she tried to pinpoint where she could have done things differently. Hindsight was 20/20 afterall, and she was able to 'see' things that she 'could' have done. It didn't matter that it likely would not have changed the outcome of the battle, in her head it seemed like it would have.
Rolling onto her stomach, she stared at her pillows. It was going to be a long night.
If nothing else, at least she had time, until morning, to figure out what she was going to call and tell her parents (if she did at all) and the school.
Cuz face it "Beat down by some j-random blue haired chick" likely was not going to fly.
Word Count : 488
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 7:23 pm
The door gave a soft thud as it shut. Natasha pulled the clasp across, and set the locks. A tired sigh found it's way out of her as she let her hand linger at the door. It'd been a long evening. She could still feel the boy holding her shoulders, trying his best to comfort her. Though she felt it was twinged with something, something she couldn't quite place. She felt humiliated, having broken down the way she did in front of him. The way she slipped up. Were they even in a relationship? She didn't know. She knew it felt like they were, but it'd never actually been discussed.
It was hard to deny how she felt though, given the situation. She pulled her hand from the door, and moved slowly back to her living room. She'd turned the kettle off in the kitchen before Alex had left. He hadn't gotten to actually try the tea, though she'd managed to make him promise he'd try it the next time he visited. Assuring him that he was welcome to return, and attempting to assure herself that he would.
Taking a seat on her couch, she pulled up her fleece blanket from the floor, wrapping it around herself. It was her favourite shade of blue. Sort of a royal blue. She ran her fingers across it, wishing for a moment it was one of those snuggy... snugglie... whatever those things were that she saw on the t.v. Pulling her hand away, she let her eyes roam around the apartment. It suddenly seemed larger, and she was far more aware of how quiet it was. She felt a tug of a frown pull at her lips as the realization of how alone she suddenly felt came rushing over her. She rubbed her temples and shook her head. Now was not the time to focus on that, she had to focus on getting better, getting back to school, getting back to being a senshi, and most importantly, getting back to seeing Alex. So she could prove that everything was alright.
Letting herself sink into the couch a bit more, she sighed, letting herself look up at the ceiling. She reached for the tv remote which she'd left siting on the couch when Alex had shown up. Her head was throbbing, she was exhausted, and she just wished that none of this had ever happened. Had she never received that pen. That duty. If she'd been a normal girl, she would never have been in this situation. She would have shown up for her date with Alex, she wouldn't be missing school. She wouldn't be holed up like some god damned lonely hermit.
"******** this s**t." she breathed out to no one in particular. Natasha closed her eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths. Her body relaxed, and she'd soon find herself embraced by the torment of a restless slumber.
Hopefully, the next day would be better.
Word Count : 494
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