Liz Sherman [Hellboy] (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-11 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie mcgee, liz sherman |
WHO: Liz Sherman & Charlie McGee
WHAT: Because Liz knows what it's like, and even if she's not in that position anymore, she can't very well turn her back on someone who is. AKA Liz checks in on Charlie to see how she's coping.
WHEN: September 11th; Afternoon
WHERE: Charlie's apartment
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress
Liz had been popping her head in every so often to check in on how Charlie was doing. She was a child, after all, here without anyone to take care of her, so the things that were necessary in life such as food beyond candy and the easy snack pack things weren't entirely within her ability to acquire for herself that Liz felt that she was obliged to provide. But it was really more than just that which drew her back to the girl's side time and time again. Even as she had kept the information to herself, motivated by the fact that her own inability to manifest her power now likely marking her as a liar if she did try to say anything and the BPRD bearing a rather striking resemblance, at least in any sense that a child might be able to grasp, to the Shop that Charlie was so frightened of, there was very much a kinship between herself and Charlie.
She knew all too well what it was like to live with a power that was well beyond you at such a young age, to have it work its way out of you when you least wanted it, when its own existence got the better of your ability to tamp it back down. Liz, herself, had gone through the beginnings alone, had only been anchored when she'd finally accepted the help and support of the people who had taken her in, and she had been much older than Charlie by that time. She knew what it was like to be afraid of herself, to be afraid of what she could do, and Liz didn't want to see Charlie have to suffer with those thoughts as long as she herself had.
If only there were a way to really show that beyond what she was able to express in just being normal old Liz who works with the homeless and sometimes brings cake when she stops by.
Speaking of. "Knock, knock," Liz called, rapping lightly on the door, shopping bags draped on her wrists and a small bakery box balanced in one hand. "Anybody there?"