ichoosefight | Entries tagged with tlv: people: o'brien

[ For the entire post, except for the parts deleted, Stephanie's voice has a quality of dead calm. This has to be about business, getting things done. There's been and will be plenty of time for mourning. ]

[ Private to Barge Blotters ]

I need a few days to myself, so I won't be able to do the write up this week. I'd appreciate if someone could take it over. I've got a couple notes for you, but it's not much.

[ Public ]

Tim Drake was killed earlier today, multiple bullet wounds to the back and chest. First floor hallway. I left him in the infirmary a few hours ago. I didn't get a good look at the guy, but he was about six foot, maybe five nine, short brown hair, muscular build.

Find him.

[ Private to Bruce and Dick, strikes readable but deleted ]

I tried, I did everything I could--

I was just too late.

I'm sorry. I'm so--

The infirmary can't find the body. I... don't think he's coming back this time.

[ooc | TIM IS NOT ACTUALLY DEAD. THERE IS NO KILLER. Stephanie is hallucinating, and will continue to do so. She is also conveniently unaware that there is a flood on.

For the remainder of the flood, should anyone try to convince her that Tim is alive, she will hallucinate an entirely different conversation until they stop. If you try to bring Tim to her or if Tim tries to find her, she will be mysteriously impossible to find anywhere. You're welcome to actually play out both sides of the conversation, hallucination and real, or handwave it as an extended silence on Stephanie's part. Spam totally welcome. ]

Current Mood: mourning

[ Filtered away from Wardens, voice, to be deleted after a deal is made ]

Alright, which of you bozos know my daughter, Stephanie? Step right up, I don't bite. In fact, I may even have an offer for you. Goes double if you've got something against Gotham's little 'bat infestation'.

[ Private to Sylar, Hoffman, and Franklin, separately ]

I don't know if you're here or if your mommy's come to take your place, but you stay the hell away from my daughter. I've got bigger, better things planned for her than the likes of you.

[ Private to Batman, long after he's talked to the inmates ]

You're a bastard, I hope you know that.

[ And a private note for Stephanie ]

After all these years, and you still haven't learned your lesson? It's cute that you're trying to 'redeem' people like your dear old dad, but it's about damn time you lived in the real world, Stephanie. These vigilantes you're so fond of can't protect you, and you sure as shit can't protect yourself. So then who's left to protect your dear old mom when you're dead and gone, Batgirl?

[ Steph appears just the slightest bit crazed. Or maybe it's the combination of frustrated and mental exhaustion that has her eyebrows knit together and her jaw stubbornly set. Who knows. She pacing even as she rants. ]

I've had enough of this flood. Can't a girl and her thoughts have some privacy?

Of course not Steph, what are you thinking? It's announce-your-feelings-to-the-world day.

As cool as it is that I can give this rant in surround sound, I've actually had enough of my own thoughts.

Which is weird, because I'm thinking them, so it's like being sick of my own voice. You'd think the simple solution would be to just not talk.

Only nothing about my life is ever simple. This is like, Rule Number One of Steph World. If a situation seems simple, it's probably because you're doing it wrong.

Or because someone you're interested in is trying to a) kill you, b) hurt you, or c) make out with someone else. Not that that has anything to do with anything.

I JUST WANT TO THINK ABOUT PUPPIES!

In a purely professional sense, or just for enjoyment? Way to sound like a creeper Steph.

For the love of God, someone... break my brain or something. Before it breaks me.

[ooc | Bold purple is in her voice, but seemingly coming out of nowhere. Those who've spoken to her already are no doubt familiar with the phenomenon. ]

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Location: her room

Give me a chance to salvage what's left of my pride. Anybody up for a ping pong tournament? Once the singing thing is over with, of course.

[ Private to Tim ]

I don't hate you. Or, admittedly, the Beatles. Just thought you should know.

[ Private to Iroh ]

How are the waffles coming?

Current Mood: drained
Current Location: CES

Standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your heart out!

If it all ends now, I'm set.

Entries tagged with tlv: people: o'brien

56 - Audio - This is what it feels like, when someone you love dies

This is not the Bat you're looking for

38 - Video - Talking to myself

03 - Text - 'Game' is totally a super power

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