_troy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _troy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} our_storylines,@ 2011-05-28 16:58:00 |
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Who: Troia and Any Male.
Where: Watchtower.
Rating: Moderate.
Status: Incomplete.
Donna had been MIA, avoiding any of these Heroic duties she was meant to have- she didn't feel up to it anymore; one morning she'd woken up and realized she was just Troia- no longer Donna and she'd hated that; Donna was what made her a great Hero and that was her justification for why she'd left six months ago. During her time away she'd photographed all around the world- Africa, India, Singapore, Antarctica... Her Portfolio was impressive now; one that she was proud of. This particular morning she'd woken up and realized she was missing part of herself- her adventurous part, her part that fought for justice and freedom- for what was good and right in the world. In her attic she'd hidden everything away, but now she stood in front of her full length mirror clad in her familiar black costume- feeling more alive than ever. She couldn't just be Donna, and she couldn't just be Troia- she had to find a balance, and now was the time to find that balance. She had headed up to the moon based Watchtower and walked in, expecting to find a meeting or something- some sign of active missions- something she could do. Nothing and no one around she sighed and paced, what to do, what to do? She was consumed in her radical plans when she felt familiar lips on her neck and arms around her waist- "Troia" She heard close t her ear. This wasn't what she had planned, but whatever- it was something to do, he was something to do. "Hey baby- miss me?"
Where: Watchtower.
Rating: Moderate.
Status: Incomplete.
Donna had been MIA, avoiding any of these Heroic duties she was meant to have- she didn't feel up to it anymore; one morning she'd woken up and realized she was just Troia- no longer Donna and she'd hated that; Donna was what made her a great Hero and that was her justification for why she'd left six months ago. During her time away she'd photographed all around the world- Africa, India, Singapore, Antarctica... Her Portfolio was impressive now; one that she was proud of. This particular morning she'd woken up and realized she was missing part of herself- her adventurous part, her part that fought for justice and freedom- for what was good and right in the world. In her attic she'd hidden everything away, but now she stood in front of her full length mirror clad in her familiar black costume- feeling more alive than ever. She couldn't just be Donna, and she couldn't just be Troia- she had to find a balance, and now was the time to find that balance. She had headed up to the moon based Watchtower and walked in, expecting to find a meeting or something- some sign of active missions- something she could do. Nothing and no one around she sighed and paced, what to do, what to do? She was consumed in her radical plans when she felt familiar lips on her neck and arms around her waist- "Troia" She heard close t her ear. This wasn't what she had planned, but whatever- it was something to do, he was something to do. "Hey baby- miss me?"