. (spacecowboys) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-12 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, helena wayne, selina kyle |
Washington Heights: Helena/Selina
[She had no idea where she was, and the party had broken up, and she was glad.
She was sitting at the edge of the ballroom, her sage turned denim and covered in blood and brains. Black bra, and her shirt had just been too dirty. She spun the plastic-diamond-paper on her wrist, and she read the name over and over, as if she was trying to make sense of letters that kept changing on her tongue.
Twist-
But everything hurt. It wasn't an exaggeration, and maybe it was the way her shoulders kept slamming back against the chair when she shook (seizure). Chills, she thought, and someone should really turn off the air conditioning. She was cold, and she wanted socks.
She could go crawl into bed, red blankets and the loft's windows, and she'd make Bruce take care of dinner. Did he cook? Probably not, but Eddie could help. Eddie was good with those things. But she promised she wouldn't leave the party, and so she didn't.
Twist-
Ankles crossed, and the chair (alley) at her back, and the seat cushion (ground) was uncomfortable, but she waited, muttering into her earring.]