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Tweak says, "Don't you oppress me!"

Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-10-30 18:39:00

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dinah lance, winifred burkle

Getting what she asked for...(open)
Fred smiled as she looked at the office from across the street. It had taken some smaller jobs, very small jobs. The kind of jobs that her superhero/champion friends didn't need to do, but she'd finally gotten the windows replaced. It wasn't easy. It had meant she had to go without a few of her favorite things more often than not. Yet, she did it. The City had probably helped a little by padding her wallet, but she'd at least earned some of the money, right? She was going to need a few more jobs and City financial assistance to get the sign painted back on the windows, and the blinds, and furniture, but she'd do it.

She glanced at Harry's shop, wondering how it was still so close. She wondered for a moment if the building had something to do with it. She considered that smaller movements took more precision, so much so that the City hadn't programmed in the motion of rooms. Then she realized that the Library did tend to move around; patrons or staff putting books back in the wrong place could only account for so much.

The brainy female couldn't hold back the sigh. It was a mix of sadness, wistfulness, excitement, satisfaction, and breathing. The next day she would be installing the butcher paper and the tracks for said butcher paper, but that was tomorrow. As the sun started to set, Fred was feeling restless, only she wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't that she wanted something to happen exactly, only...she did. For a rare and probably dangerous moment, Fred hoped that the City sent someone or something her way.

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i_crylikeabird
2011-11-02 11:52 am UTC (link)

Dinah was still getting alerts from the Clocktower computers on occasion. She didn't quite know the pattern, but it seemed to be whenever someone triggered a panic button in a store or an alarm was triggered.

Which was how she came to be speeding down the road just after a few armed robbers burst out of a convenience store and headed straight toward Fred.

She didn't pay much attention to anything but the men with guns as she stopped her bike and leapt off, hitting the ground running as she took off after the robbers

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i_figure
2011-11-04 07:42 am UTC (link)

Fred was considering all improvements she would make. She knew there were so many things that had to be done, and they would cost so much. She was also considering how very unintelligent it was to stand on a corner and stare at a building, especially as night came in to the City. The brainy female knew she should get inside, but she was waiting for something.

Something did in the form of some very angry men running at her with guns drawn and brown bags full of she didn't know what. Fred started to duck into a doorway, only it was a little late. One of them crashed into her, sending her to the ground and the criminal sprawled on top of her. It really wasn't the something she wanted to happen.

The shock of having the air knocked out of her along with the weight of the strange man on top of her didn't last long, or she hoped it didn't. Her hand was already balled up in a fist to hit whatever it could. She also started yelling. People didn't like yelling, or at least she hadn't met too many who did.

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i_crylikeabird
2011-11-04 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Dinah caught up to the group of armed robbers quickly, but not quickly enough. She heard yelling and recognized Fred's voice. That was top priority. She punched one of the robbers on her way toward Fred, and then yanked the robber that had landed on her, and positioned her body between Fred and the man as she prepared for the fight.

"You okay?" she asked over her shoulder to Fred.

Of course, she couldn't cover Fred from all sides, but she was doing her best to keep an eye out for anyone else who might try to get to her friend.

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i_figure
2011-11-05 02:40 am UTC (link)

Fred got to her feet rather quickly, quicker than some might expect. She would have scratches and bruises, but she was alive. There was a moment or two as she put this all together.

"Yes, I'm fine." She actually sounded like this was an average day. It wasn't. She was rarely caught up in what seemed like an everyday robbery? An everyday/night job for the Black Canary.

One of the robbers started to throw a punch at Dinah, and it was all Fred could to do to keep from pulling her friend out of the way. Fred knew Dinah was used to being swung at, but that didn't mean Fred wanted Dinah to get hurt. She started looking around for a weapon of her own. Just give her a golf club and she was pretty damn amazing.

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i_crylikeabird
2011-11-05 03:15 am UTC (link)

Dinah easily caught the punch and used the momentum to flip the guy onto his back. She turned just in time to kick another of the robbers. It was just another day at the 'office' for the Black Canary. Though she was still hoping that she could keep them busy long enough for Fred to get away safely.

She was outnumbered, but she'd faced down worse odds. She was just gearing up for a good fight.

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i_figure
2011-11-07 04:42 am UTC (link)

Fred didn't run for cover. It wasn't who she was. She would help out Dinah as best she could; first she had to find a way to incapacitate one of the men. The odds just didn't seem fair. Sure, Dinah was a superhero, but she didn't have to fight all of them, did she?

Fred barely ducked under a very wide punch. It didn't make any sense why the guy was throwing a punch like that; even Fred could tell it was a bad punch. He would probably be the best one to take out as quickly as possible. Or...

She ducked under and ran for something she hoped would be a definite weapon. It was a nice piece of wood planking, not optimum but it would do in a fix. Now just find the right angle and the right head to hit.

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i_crylikeabird
2011-11-08 01:11 am UTC (link)

Dinah was aware of Fred's movements, but she was a little bit busy at the moment. She managed to punch another of their opponents, hitting just the right pressure point that the man crumpled to the ground. Dinah whirled and took on the next one.

From what she could tell, Fred had armed herself. A small smile spread across her lips. As much as she had wanted Fred to get to safety, it was good to have someone to fight with.

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i_figure
2011-11-08 11:11 pm UTC (link)

With one guy down, Fred knew that the others would get taken care of quickly. Actually she hoped they would; she really didn't want to hold up Dinah's busy hero schedule anymore than necessary. It'd been some time since she'd helped with a bad guy, and the last time she had, she'd met a certain mayoral candidate. She didn't let that thought distract her for long.

One of the robbers still standing was coming up to Dinah from what behind, and even if Dinah did have some sort of Black Canary sense - she couldn't have Spidey sense, seeing as she was a bird not an arachnid - Fred wasn't going to take the chance. She stepped up quickly and swung with all her might, adding a bit of a yell for distraction. The hit didn't do much, but it was enough to get the man's attention.

"Oh, hi." Fred smiled sheepishly at the man before swinging again, this time wood came in very strong and possibly jawbreaking contact with the guy. The guy went down. "That's usually when people would say something witty, I know, but that's never been my forte - witty banter fighting."

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	i_crylikeabird 2011-11-09 01:02 am UTC (link)
	Dinah finished off the last of the robbers with a well-placed kick and then turned to Fred and gave her an appreciative grin. "I'd rather have someone who could handle herself than someone who was good with witty banter. Nice improvising," she said with a nod toward the wood plank. She looked Fred over, searching for any sign of injury. "Are you okay?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_figure
2011-11-09 01:47 am UTC (link)

Fred gave the closest robber a firm swat on the head to make sure he wasn't getting up again. She wasn't going to have any of them get up before the cops arrived if she could help it. She looked up at Dinah and smiled.

"Oh, a few bumps and scrapes, but that's nothing new." She shrugged. "You? Are you okay? And thanks. I'm pretty good with a nice piece of wood. I really know how to work it." Not once did she think of how that could sound.

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i_crylikeabird
2011-11-09 02:23 am UTC (link)

Dinah knelt and set to work in tying up the robbers. She looked at Fred in response to the comment about being good with wood. If this was Huntress, well they'd both be in a giggles as it would have been an intentionally dirty joke. Since Fred didn't seem to realize what she'd said, Dinah settled for brushing off a slight smile and stood up again.

"I'm fine." She looked a little closer at Fred, making sure she wasn't trying to downplay any injuries.

She picked up her phone and dialed the police to notify them of the robbers. Once that was done, she looked over at Fred again.

"We should probably get out of the way. Let the police do their job."

And avoid any awkward questions that might come if Jennifer wasn't the one to respond to the scene.

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i_figure
2011-11-09 08:26 pm UTC (link)

"Okay. Though I do live right across the street." Fred looked up and pointed at the building that wasn't there. "Dammit. Mind giving me a ride home? Or do you need to go save more hapless wanderers?" She smiled at her friend, glad that she actually had a female friend again.

"I don't mind walking if you'd rather get on to more superhero-ing." She wasn't being self-deprecating. Fred had been in the City for years now and had gotten quite used to walking everywhere.

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	i_crylikeabird 2011-11-10 02:47 am UTC (link)
	Dinah gave Fred a sympathetic look. She hated when things moved around on her too. "I can give you a ride home," she reassured her. "I was actually finishing up for the night anyway." Thankfully, her bike was still where she'd left it and she led Fred over to the bike and then retrieved an extra helmet to offer to Fred. (Reply to this) (Parent)