Charlie/ Misfit (baby_bird) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-12 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie gage-radcliffe/misfit |
Who: Charlie and OPEN to anyone who wants ICE CREAM and PIE!
What: Offerings of yummy food.
When: Afternoon
Where: JLA HQ
Rating: PG
True to her word, Charlie teleported in a puff of pink and purple smoke, smack dab in the middle of the kitchen table. She swung the plastic bag back and forth against her thigh and clicked her tongue. “I’m not on the furniture!” She felt the need to declare that, even if it was a complete and total lie, as she took a jump off the edge and landed noisily on the floor. “It’s really nice in here. I think I saw this place in a movie once.” Charlie didn’t seem to care that she might have been talking to herself. Chances are, somebody was around to hear the commotion. Just in case they were far away, too far to hear someone in the kitchen, she was sure to be extra loud. Being extra loud always worked in ones favor.
Opening the bag, she set four tins of pie on the counter, along with three gallons of ice cream. She’d gone overboard when she’d hit the store but she didn’t notice nor did she care. All she knew was that she’d gone inside, looked down at all the options sitting in front of her, waiting to be taken home and eaten, and she couldn’t choose only one. Now she had pumpkin, apple, pecan and cherry sitting beside peanut butter, french vanilla and cookies and cream ice cream. She should have made it four and gotten chocolate chip too.
“This is such a hard decision.” Originally she’d wanted the pumpkin. Now she wasn’t so sure of that. If I eat one of each… No, then she’d get sick and getting sick wasn’t penciled into her schedule. She could go with the pumpkin and try not to worry about what would happen if she got half way through and then decided that she would rather have the cherry.
Charlie took a backwards step away from the counter. Her gaze wondered, going from the table to the fridge, to the doorway and to the walls. It was a nice place, roomy. She liked it and she’d only seen the kitchen and the space outside the kitchen so far. Still holding the purple bag that carried her laptop, Charlie let it slide halfway down her arm. It was put down on the table and the blue and yellow cape draped over her shoulders brushed up against her arm in one of those small, familiar inanimate gestures that made her feel safe.