tawny strange ♤ the joker (badjoke) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-06-29 16:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | eli bryant, tawny strange |
Who: Tawny Strange and Eli Bryant
What: Plotting revenge
Where: Their apartment in Gotham
When: June 29, Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: PG-13, just to be safe
Tawny was stewing. There was no other word for it. She was stewing, and she was pissed, and she fucking hurt. Still! It'd been over a week, and the bruises Superskinnybitch had given her still had yet to fade. Her back and her ribcage were a nasty shade of yellow-brown, and god, it hurt to move. It was more than likely that she'd broken a couple of ribs, but going to the hospital was not an option. They only way she'd be caught dead in one of those place was if she was blowing it up. Unfortunately, she was in no condition to do that. And she hated it.
She hated everything. She hated that she was stuck in this apartment. She hated that her sister had found her fucking soul mate. She hated that, after going through so much trouble, only one of those fucking superheroes had been incapacitated, and not even permanently at that. Within a few days, that blonde bitch was back to normal, asking that mopheaded Agency schmuck out on a date. Not only that, but the rest of them were living the good life and smoking up a storm. It made her sick. It made her want to kill something. But she couldn't, because she was stuck in this stupid – fucking – apartment.
Angrily, she grabbed the closest thing on her nightstand (a lamp) and threw it across the room. Even though the sound it made as it smashed into a million little pieces was refreshing, she instantly regretted her outburst, curling into herself and groaning as she clutched at the comforter of their bed. She hated this. If she didn't get out of here soon, she was going to end up killing herself. For real this time. She'd had enough.