pink_pixie (pink_pixie) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-07-12 22:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | anole, damphyr, pixie |
Who: Pixie and Anole
Where: Coffee Shop-ish
When: Sunday night
Warnings: shiny happy people?
The last few days have sucked, royally. With so many injured, of course her own minor bumps and bruises were nothing to worry about. She had been bandaged and then left to her own devices, given a shot to keep her powers in check, flight was not really an issue yet since one of her wings was quite damaged from the falling debris. For the most part, she was fine, a sprained ankle, a fractured wrist that had been placed in a pretty pink cast, her busted up wing, and the usual scrapes and bruises that would come from getting into a fight with the ceiling. She was mostly a disheartening green-yellow rather than black and blue anymore and she hated it. She wanted her healthy, rosy pink back, she wanted to be able to type on her lappy and write a letter to her mother that she'd never send.
Her mother, her mother had left home after sending her away, likely to start over, a new life, a new family. With her husband dead and her daughter a filthy mutant, who could blame her, right? The tears welled up in those big blue eyes again, the girl gasping softly and wiping her uninjured wrist's sleeve over her lashes to dry them. This sucked. Life sucked. She had never felt so desperate, so alone and so depressed in all of her young life.
Still, she had to find out if Vic was okay, and the only place she knew where to look for him at was the coffee shop.