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Barbara Gordon ([info]i_batlikeagirl) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2008-12-28 17:58:00

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Entry tags:barbara gordon, death of the endless

Sheltered welcome [Open]
Barbara looked at the rack of pamphlets the cat had led her to. They were bright and kitschy, like something out of the 1950's archives at the Gotham Public Library. New to the City? one of them proclaimed, We've got all the information you need!

She glanced at the back cover of the pamphlet before flipping it open. From the amount of text spread through the pages, it looked like she was going to need a lot of information. It took her ten minutes to read the booklet from cover to cover, and another five to complete processing it. Okay. I've walked into another dimension of some sort. This could be amazing. She dropped the pamphlet into her purse. The sheer possibilities!

It didn't take Barbara long to check in at the front desk of the shelter; she would only be staying for one night after all. They didn't ask her for identification, possibly because many people who ended up in this City might not have one on them. The shelter looked lived-in without being unsanitary, but Barbara was mostly just thankful for the warmth. A quick glance at the clock in the lobby told her she had arrived in the middle of the night, so she padded across the room with the beds to an empty bottom bunk.

But Barbara was far too excited to sleep. She tip-toed out of the room into the common area, in the hopes that someone else would be awake and up for conversation out there.



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[info]i_batlikeagirl
2008-12-31 03:35 am UTC (link)
Babara blinked twice at the sudden change in subject before nodding. "Yeah, I picked it up as a kid from my aunt. I don't really have the time to knit myself, but I could show you how."

Having a photographic memory was really useful in building her vast catalog of knowledge. Most of the information Barbara constantly collected ended up going nowhere. So if an act she watched her aunt perform one Sunday afternoon could help the girl next to her, Barbara was all for sharing the knowledge.

"But back to the City. What happens once people get here? I mean I don't know anyone here, so what am I supposed to do?" She didn't look or sound worried; simply inquisitive.

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[info]i_happen
2008-12-31 12:16 pm UTC (link)
"You could make friends?"

Death wasn't entirely sure how to answer that question. She decided not to correct Barbara's assumption that she knew no one here and let her discover the truth for herself.

With a shrug Death spoke: "Most people do what they did before coming here. Life goes on."

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[info]i_batlikeagirl
2009-01-03 04:26 am UTC (link)
A smile broke across Barbara's space, as she shrugged. "True," she ceded. The girl's suggestion made perfect sense; Barbara just wasn't sure how to go about doing it. She didn't have much experience going out and making friends. She knew how to socialize, yes (being the Commissioner's daughter left her with no other option, really), but shaking hands with bigwigs was a far cry from making real friends. The few she had seemed to have happened to her, most of the them accidentally.

Barbara rubbed a hand across her face with a sigh. If she was reading the meaning behind the girl's words correctly, she was going to be stuck here for a while, if not forever. "I suppose I'll have to find an apartment, and a job."

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[info]i_happen
2009-01-03 08:47 am UTC (link)
"You'd be surprised. Most of the time they find you."

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[info]i_batlikeagirl
2009-01-04 02:41 am UTC (link)
Barbara's eyebrows shot straight up. "A job. An apartment. They'll find me?" Her mouth twisted into an expression that clearly meant come on, stop pulling my leg.

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[info]i_happen
2009-01-04 01:24 pm UTC (link)
"Why not? I suppose you could look for your means if you wanted to. There's nothing wrong with that. I'd check your wallet first."

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[info]i_batlikeagirl
2009-01-05 07:55 pm UTC (link)
It took Barbara less than a minute to shuffle through her bag and pull her wallet from the bottom. She flipped it open in silence, reserving comment for after she had looked through the contents. She pulled her driver's license out of its clear sleeve on a whim, flipping it between her fingers before reading the text on it. Everything on it was the same... except for her address.

"Wait. What? This is my home?" Barbara held out her ID for the girl to examine. "Do you know where this place is?"

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[info]i_happen
2009-01-07 01:33 am UTC (link)
Death leaned in toward Barbara, squinting at the address, "...I think that's the Clock Tower. Neat!"

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[info]i_batlikeagirl
2009-01-07 01:42 am UTC (link)
"The Clock Tower," Barbara echoed softly with a nod. "We have one in Gotham, but I don't think anyone lives there." She pushed herself off the couch and turned back towards the girl. "So this is where I'm supposed to go, huh? Okay. I can do that."

Hitching her bag onto her shoulder, Barbara smiled at the girl. "Thank you so much for your help, Didi. I'm too wired to sleep, so I'm off to find this clock tower. I really hope to run into you again." Barbara turned on her heel, waved goodbye one last time, and skittered straight out of the front door and into the white night.

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