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maskormenacelogs2014-07-15 08:52 pm
redhairring) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-15 08:52 pm
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you better run for your life if you can little girl
WHO: Freddie Lounds & Power Girl
WHERE: A coffee shop!
WHEN: Sometime after the two talk.
WHAT: hello there potential new bodyguard, I am scared of cannibal serial killers and legless serial killers
WARNINGS: possible eventual talk of violence
Freddie was starting to wonder if her blood would eventually turn into caffeine. Between unintentionally meeting Gideon and Danger in a coffee shop, to purposefully meeting Kate Bishop in a coffee shop, to meeting this Power Girl character in a coffee shop, she had a feeling she was single-handedly funding the production of the syrupy overly sweet monstrosity she drank. But Freddie liked coffee shops. Coffee shops were public, they were neutral and (most importantly), they consistently had people in them. People watching others as they wait in line for their drinks, people watching others as they drink their drinks, not like a restaurant where everybody was wrapped up in their own mind. Coffee was different.
Freddie sat at a table near the window, coffee monstrosity in her hand, thinking about Power Girl. She knew next to nothing about the woman, just that Chilton had listed her as a superhero and possibly someone to be a bodyguard. Normally, she wouldn't even consider a bodyguard and would just go about her daily business. But, with the arrival of Hannibal Lecter, the idea of getting more powerful friends suddenly sounded attractive.
Because it wasn't just Hannibal Lecter that worried her. Oh no. Who knew what would happen to poor, easily swayed Will Graham now that Doctor Lecter was here? She had let Will tell her his side of the story, after he had attempted to kill Lecter, but some of the pieces were still worrying her. And, she still had Gideon to worry about. Freddie had partially been working on assuaging that worry of hers by befriending Danger--after all, at the moment? His scary robot girlfriend worried her more than the not to able-bodied Abel Gideon.
Heh. That was kind of funny.
Still, the truth was unavoidable: she needed stronger friends. Or, at least, she needed stronger people that she could coerce into being something like friends. She was all too aware that nobody would let her hire them as a bodyguard, especially since Tattlecrime was up and running. A half-assed attempt at friendship seemed to be the only option. So, sipping her drink, Freddie's eyes scanned the coffee shop, looking for obvious superheroes.
WHERE: A coffee shop!
WHEN: Sometime after the two talk.
WHAT: hello there potential new bodyguard, I am scared of cannibal serial killers and legless serial killers
WARNINGS: possible eventual talk of violence
Freddie was starting to wonder if her blood would eventually turn into caffeine. Between unintentionally meeting Gideon and Danger in a coffee shop, to purposefully meeting Kate Bishop in a coffee shop, to meeting this Power Girl character in a coffee shop, she had a feeling she was single-handedly funding the production of the syrupy overly sweet monstrosity she drank. But Freddie liked coffee shops. Coffee shops were public, they were neutral and (most importantly), they consistently had people in them. People watching others as they wait in line for their drinks, people watching others as they drink their drinks, not like a restaurant where everybody was wrapped up in their own mind. Coffee was different.
Freddie sat at a table near the window, coffee monstrosity in her hand, thinking about Power Girl. She knew next to nothing about the woman, just that Chilton had listed her as a superhero and possibly someone to be a bodyguard. Normally, she wouldn't even consider a bodyguard and would just go about her daily business. But, with the arrival of Hannibal Lecter, the idea of getting more powerful friends suddenly sounded attractive.
Because it wasn't just Hannibal Lecter that worried her. Oh no. Who knew what would happen to poor, easily swayed Will Graham now that Doctor Lecter was here? She had let Will tell her his side of the story, after he had attempted to kill Lecter, but some of the pieces were still worrying her. And, she still had Gideon to worry about. Freddie had partially been working on assuaging that worry of hers by befriending Danger--after all, at the moment? His scary robot girlfriend worried her more than the not to able-bodied Abel Gideon.
Heh. That was kind of funny.
Still, the truth was unavoidable: she needed stronger friends. Or, at least, she needed stronger people that she could coerce into being something like friends. She was all too aware that nobody would let her hire them as a bodyguard, especially since Tattlecrime was up and running. A half-assed attempt at friendship seemed to be the only option. So, sipping her drink, Freddie's eyes scanned the coffee shop, looking for obvious superheroes.