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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:02 pm
*Walks back into the II building.*
*Gets someone to open up the elevator and heads towards the studio apartment.*
*Knocks on the door when she can't open it. As it wasn't left opened.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:04 pm
::raises an eyebrow, but heads to the door::
Who iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit?
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:09 pm
It's the Grim Reaper come to collect her dept.....
Dude, just open the door.
*Rests her hip against the door frame. Her hand that's still burned looking is resting against her thigh.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:10 pm
::unlocks the door and lets her in::
Right right, not a great time for jokes. Come on in. I have real food.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:13 pm
*She shrugs as she looks at him with a dull stare.* I was trying to cheer myself up... Didn't work...
*Steps in and walks over to the fridge.*
Did you get the Death by Chocolate?
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:16 pm
::holds up a carton of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream::
Well, you wouldn't feel too cheerful, I suppose. I did suppress your emotional responses. God...
::Hands the carton to her with a spoon::
I wish I could do it to myself. What's it like?
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:45 pm
*Grabs the chunky Monkey and the spoon. Opens the lid and tosses it on the counter.*
*Looks at him dully.* Well... Focus on what you've felt in the last week. Every bit of laughter, anger, pain and love. Then Erase it. That's how it feels like.
*Takes a spoonful of ice cream and eats it. Pauses for a few moments and then puts the top back on. Puts it in the fridge.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:47 pm
Well, I can't do that. And that's the problem. That Black Lantern, Martian Manhunter who targetted me before Christmas...he backed off because he doesn't know about what's in my head.
::taps his temple::
But Creed DOES know. And that makes me vulnerable...and a target.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:49 pm
Bizzaro needs more enemys.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:51 pm
*Pauses a bit as she debates something.*
I could make you feel like s**t if that would help you.
*Leans back against the counter.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:56 pm
I don't know if you could do anything worse to me than where I've already been. I have bad news for you; Hell doesn't have rats.
Here's some other news: there's a way to turn the suppression off, but I don't know if I'd be able to turn it back on afterward. And it's going to wear off, eventually. And your rage towards Batwoman will make you nothing but a tasty treat for a Black Lantern.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:58 pm
*Flies around II yelling*
Bye bye Bizarro here!
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 7:01 pm
*Picks up the note pad and a pencil.*
*Writes something down on it. Holding the pad close to her.* How would you turn it off? *Arches a brow.* You mean the guy that was ripping out hearts earlier? Say, when everyone was avoiding the bistro?
*Glances towards the door.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 7:04 pm
I'd need a karaoke machine and a willing soprano.
::hears the commotion outside::
Jesus, is that Bizarro?
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