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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 15:31:18 GMT -5
[ yis I'm not the only one ee
n.n
anyways ! Damian and Marty? ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 15:32:12 GMT -5
[ yes!! do u want to start or should i? though i may poof to help my sis a bit w/ dinner ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 15:33:14 GMT -5
[ I can start lol ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 15:33:48 GMT -5
[ we're making dinner at 3 pm do you see the problems here ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 15:45:31 GMT -5
Marty usually didn't get bored easily -- she was always doing something, whether it be training on her own time with a secret archery holographic system up on the roof of an old building, spending nights out in-suit to keep an eye on the city, or just doing whatever leisure event she likes to do. But, it was a cloudy evening, rain probably coming later on for it was foggy with a fine mist. She was sprawled on her loveseat couch in her cozy apartment; she did have her own place, but she liked to stay at her mother's with Heather a lot. It wasn't too fancy, it was lavish in it's own style, but it was just one of the more expensive apartments that wasn't rundown nor too smug. It had class, and she didn't want a huge resort for a home. She wasn't fond of her grandfather's estate in Star City. It was too big, too empty, and she didn't feel comfortable there. The only thing she did like staying there was that at least she got to see her father; she had found a handsome photograph of him and her mother in the room she stayed, and she kept it with her -- she currently was looking at it on the mantle above the small fireplace. With a sigh, she rolled over to lay on her belly on the couch, her gray tabby cat mewing in annoyance as she'd just bumped her sleeping form with her toes. "Sorry, Kitty," she mumbled. Her cat's name was literally 'Kitty', as she couldn't think of what to name her when she got her as a kitten. With another bored sigh, Marty got up and went over to the kitchen area, digging through her purse to get her phone. Hopping onto the counter, she texted one of her best friends that she's known practically her whole life: Damian Wayne. He was one of the few friends she's know since childhood, but he was one that she's known the longest. The others, Miles Queen included, were patched in with the normal side of her life. Tucking a string of her hoodie between her teeth, she sent him a message. 'I'm bored, Damian /:' was what she sent.
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 15:45:52 GMT -5
[ what even ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 16:52:37 GMT -5
[ ack im back!! lemme reply ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 16:54:01 GMT -5
[ hey!
also can I headcanon that Damian found a box of kittens or something and let her pick one and that one is Kitty ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 17:31:51 GMT -5
[ //lurks ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 17:38:33 GMT -5
[ im sorry it's dinnertime ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 17:40:23 GMT -5
[ its fine ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 14, 2016 17:58:12 GMT -5
Hey Bucky want to rp?
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 18:02:41 GMT -5
[ yissss Jack and Hayley? Idc what they do lol (Or anyone else lol) ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 14, 2016 18:03:36 GMT -5
Sure! Will you start tho cuz idk what to do haha
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:06:02 GMT -5
[ ack i should reply !! ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 18:06:04 GMT -5
[ ah okie, I'm on mobile so will take a moment ~ ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 18:06:31 GMT -5
[ yes Cat reply lol ! ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:16:45 GMT -5
[ im coding so im poofy but i will reply 1 sec ! ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:24:25 GMT -5
[ did you know star city is either in california or near seattle ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:24:48 GMT -5
[ wait it's in california ok that's good to know. ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 14, 2016 18:25:26 GMT -5
Woohoo west coast rep
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 18:32:22 GMT -5
OK IM PISSED I JUST FINISHED MY LONG ASS REPLY AND AS SOOOOON AS I HIT SEND I LOSE SIGNAL AND THE PAGE DOESNT LOAD I GET A SIGNAL A SECOND LATER AND IT DIDN'T FREAKING SEND IM LIVID. -.-
brb GONNA REPLY. AGAIN.
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 18:32:45 GMT -5
It was perfect too uGH DAMMIT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:34:06 GMT -5
Marty usually didn't get bored easily -- she was always doing something, whether it be training on her own time with a secret archery holographic system up on the roof of an old building, spending nights out in-suit to keep an eye on the city, or just doing whatever leisure event she likes to do. But, it was a cloudy evening, rain probably coming later on for it was foggy with a fine mist. She was sprawled on her loveseat couch in her cozy apartment; she did have her own place, but she liked to stay at her mother's with Heather a lot. It wasn't too fancy, it was lavish in it's own style, but it was just one of the more expensive apartments that wasn't rundown nor too smug. It had class, and she didn't want a huge resort for a home. She wasn't fond of her grandfather's estate in Star City. It was too big, too empty, and she didn't feel comfortable there. The only thing she did like staying there was that at least she got to see her father; she had found a handsome photograph of him and her mother in the room she stayed, and she kept it with her -- she currently was looking at it on the mantle above the small fireplace. With a sigh, she rolled over to lay on her belly on the couch, her gray tabby cat mewing in annoyance as she'd just bumped her sleeping form with her toes. "Sorry, Kitty," she mumbled. Her cat's name was literally 'Kitty', as she couldn't think of what to name her when she got her as a kitten. With another bored sigh, Marty got up and went over to the kitchen area, digging through her purse to get her phone. Hopping onto the counter, she texted one of her best friends that she's known practically her whole life: Damian Wayne. He was one of the few friends she's know since childhood, but he was one that she's known the longest. The others, Miles Queen included, were patched in with the normal side of her life. Tucking a string of her hoodie between her teeth, she sent him a message. 'I'm bored, Damian /:' was what she sent. Damian was... exhausted. He'd spent the entire night out fighting crime in Bludhaven and hadn't had time to get any sleep --- especially since he'd gotten back to his apartment and had to deal with an old friend of his wanting to crash at his place for a while. There were benefits to living at Wayne Manor, but Damian wanted a place he could stay at where nobody was telling him to "loosen up" and "eat something other than incredibly healthy food" and all of those other annoying little remarks half of his family made. Just because he'd never gone clubbing, and rarely ate junk food, and rarely slept... well, it didn't mean anything bad --- though the 'rarely sleeping' thing was a bit of a problem. He was technically trying to sleep, or at least get an hour in before he headed out again... and then his phone started beeping. It was probably Marty --- she was three hours behind Gotham time, so it wasn't terribly late for her, and it didn't make a lot of sense for anyone else to text him at this hour. He reached for his phone, checking --- yep, Marty. How am I supposed to do anything? he replied, frowning. I am in GOTHAM. He rolled his eyes, glancing out the window --- sure, he could take a Zeta to Star City, but he wasn't going to just show up because she was bored. Sure, he'd done it before, usually because he was bored too... but right now he was exhausted. Unless she wanted him asleep on her couch there was really no reason for him to just show up.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:34:26 GMT -5
[ i thought that was longer than it actually was rip ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 18:35:39 GMT -5
[ new jersey is three hours ahead of california if anyone's wondering. which is really weird. ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 14, 2016 18:50:14 GMT -5
That's the worst Bucky :c
Lol yeah time zones are weird af
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 19:03:00 GMT -5
[ they really are. ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 19:12:58 GMT -5
Nighttime in Gotham was a sight to see, probably the best times of day in this Jersey city. It would sometimes be rainy, or misty, or foggy; the city was lit up with building lights and neon; from where Jack was on a roof, he could hear the nearby club's music, the base pounding with a heavy rhythm. He knew how clubs worked because he's been in his fair share -- strictly for business, finding mob bosses and gang members, making deals for cash. Robbing banks were boring sometimes. He liked to have some fun, and besides, the city knew who he was, what he was, and wouldn't try to mess with him. And if they did, he either gave them a threat that he didn't like owning, or, his sister would make a scene to shut them up. Jack glanced over his shoulder at her now, going through their bag of toys and weapons on this roof, while he stood on a rusty beam, his shoes helping with balance. He was already a natural at balance and acrobatics. His heavy sledgehammer rested on his shoulder, his hands on the long bar on either side. He checked on her for a moment before looking back at the city, the domino mask around his eyes, concealing his identity as well as the black dye in his blonde hair -- he would stock up on temporary black hair dye spray every Halloween, and it would wash out during a hot soapy shower, and his sister usually griped when the tub turned gray afterwards. Hayley was always by his side in crime since the start; it was her choice, and though he didn't really prefer it, he left her to choose what she wished for now. Soon he would take her away from this crappy city and put her and their mother in a nice place with a nice house and with plenty of money for a lifetime. But for now, she and him were the dynamic crime duo, the Harletwins, even though they weren't remotely close to being twins but that was what the town would call them since they didn't know what else to say with their lack of cleverness. Matt would sometimes accompany them, but for Jack's baby scarecrow was busy being with his little girlfriend, fixing up a house or something like that. It was funny, really, because Jack was always the one with the silver tongue and a way with flirting and such, with anyone really but mostly to girls, and Matt, the shy one, was the one with a girlfriend. Jack wasn't jealous or anything because it was adorable -- but it was ironic because Jack wasn't one for relationships. He had one that was almost 'officially' a relationship, but, she decided he wasn't enough for her, so she's fawning over that rich Queen boy. Jack mentally rolled his eyes at that because he was over it, but it was the last thing hes ever really been involved with. He usually now flitted from girl to girl, but it wasn't real; they didn't even consider to be "flings" because he didn't date them (or sleep with them, as many assumed due to his sensual characteristics, but he's never even done the deed, ever, but that's a secret.) He used the playgirls to get information from their bosses so he could finish jobs. He would occasionally go to dinner with some to keep an act, but that was it. But there was one girl, however... And Jack didn't really know what to make of it, honestly. He'd prefer not to have anyone know of his strange crush on the District Attorney, Alice Dent, because they were still milking his crush on Katherine Wayne, as well as Huntress, and it was quite humorous, really. But, he had to admit, he felt something for this girl. Something made him want to protect her of the badness in this city, despite her heritage. He kept his eye and mind on her, a silent protector if you must, and over the span of a couple weeks she hasn't even bothered to get cross with him anymore. Which was nice, really. Jack realized he was daydreaming about nonsense when he pictured Alice's stormy blue eyes smiling up at him as he kept watch of her path from work to home, and he shook his head, scratching his cheek when he blushed. He couldn't get stuck in that. He had to focus on money so he could get his family out of Gotham City. Breathing a small sigh, Jack hopped down from the beam to go to his sister, tapping her arm. "You ready?" He asked, a light brown brow arching above his mask.
Marty chewed on her hoodie drawstring as she petted Kitty in her lap -- the cat was seriously attached to her, which was nice considering she was a loyal feline -- as she waited for a reply. Moments later it blinged, and she picked her phone up to read his text. That was when she noticed the time -- about ten o'clock at night -- and pursed her lips; he probably was winding down or something, being about one over there maybe. But, she still replied. So?? I'm bored. She sent that as she chewed more on the string, and she thought of something. She could take the Zeta to get there since he sounded like he didn't want to move, and they could do something. It would be too late to suit up (and he might have just gotten done with it anyways), but they could watch a movie or something. She sent a quick BE RIGHT THERE and hopped down from the counter. She scooped Kitty up and gently out her in the cat carrier, grabbed her suit bag that also held her gadgets, swords, bow and arrows and quiver, and her pistols, and raced through her apartment to get her necessities and a change of clothes for the next day, and her charger. Every once in a while, one would crash at the other's place, and that's what she was going to do. If he had to argue, all she had to do was say she brought her cat, and it was a done deal. Besides, Kitty liked Damian. It wasn't a long time before she was taken to Gotham, and she carried her bag and cat carrier through her path to his place. It was a chore to get up to his level with her gear, but once she was there, she knocked on his front door. In preparation of his words, she'd already gotten her cat out and petted her in her arms so he could see.
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 14, 2016 19:13:30 GMT -5
[ holy crap that took forever but !! There ya go lol ]
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