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Posted by vestige on Aug 25, 2010 15:45:27 GMT -6
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>>"What kind of villian are you? College? Investigative work?"
Andrew stopped dead, had he made some critical error? Was there some vital miscommunication? Was he twirling the tips of an oversized mustache? Though the woman's behavior made a bit more sense now; she thought he was a threat.
"Villain? I'm no villain... didn't you hear me earlier when I said I was new to the whole superhero thing?"
Andrew took a step into the light, at first he thought there was some optical illusion but he realised there were a few holes in her clothes. It occurred to Andrew that the woman could be homeless, but he hadn't noticed the state of her clothes before, in fact he could have sworn her clothes had been intact just moments before.
"Seriously, are you okay?"
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Posted by ahorta on Aug 28, 2010 13:44:26 GMT -6
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The footsteps suddenly came to a hault and Ahorta strained her eyes to see where he was, so far, she still could see nothing. He corrected her and claimed yet again that he was a super hero, not a super villian. Blinking a few more times, she spoke up again. "What kind of super hero slinks around in the dark?" she asked, more as a clarifying question than sarcastic one. He stepped into the light and she could see his eyes trailing over her, no doubt sizing her up if he were going to attack.
"No one is every okay, and saying otherwise usually means they are bored with the one they are talking to, either that or they don't wish to appear weak. I've been worse. I just hate the night time," she said, still looking around. In any ordinary situation, she would not have said she was afraid of the dark, but at the moment, she needed to get somewhere with light that she could stay, and if the other really was a superhero, then maybe he could help....though she never wanted help.
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