Anger Management [Open to All]
Dec 7, 2013 14:31:54 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 14:31:54 GMT -6
"Why couldn't you save us?"
Elodie sat up in her bed, gasping for breath as she struggled to calm herself down, feeling her heart beating at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour. Moe glanced up from his doggie bed near her, his eyes looking at her before he got up and on her bed, laying down next to her and licking her hand. You're okay, you're okay. Elodie thought as Moe whined, trying to comfort his owner. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Elodie felt herself calming down and she gingerly petted Moe's head, thankful for his comfort. Sleep often eluded her, but the rare times she was able to get some sleep was plagued with nightmares.
I have to get up. I have to go out, Elodie thought as she got up and out of bed, running a hand through her hair, debating on what she needed. Did she need to steal something? Or did she need fresh air? Either way, she knew she needed something to make her forget. She dressed in street clothes, with her catsuit stuffed into a bag, and grabbed her motorcycle jacket and helmet before heading to the garage, Moe following her. "I'll be back Moe, I promise." Elodie said as walked past the collection of cars - her parents collection - to get to her motorcycle. Moe whined, as though to tell her to stay, but Elodie couldn't.
She left the MacKelter home, a lavish house that wasn't all that surprising, her motorcycle purring as she reached the city and sped down the streets. She wove in and out of traffic, speeding down them as she tried to collect herself. The faster she drove the calmer she became. However, her calm turned into anger, which may of been why when she saw something that caught her eye she turned into an alleyway and quickly changed into her uniform before climbing up the fire escape to get a better view. From the rooftop she watched the museum. There were people in there, using bright flashlights to make their way around inside. Amateurs, Elodie thought, waiting for the right movement to spring on them. It was known throughout the villain community that the Titans, due to the influx of membership, were a bit disorganized and not on top of things
Which was quite soon, for soon the goons escaped from the building and were already congratulating themselves when they ran into her. "Hello boys," Elodie purred, before attacking them. Faces were punched, people were shocked, and one of them landed a blow to her ribs.
This was what Elodie referred to as anger management.
Elodie sat up in her bed, gasping for breath as she struggled to calm herself down, feeling her heart beating at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour. Moe glanced up from his doggie bed near her, his eyes looking at her before he got up and on her bed, laying down next to her and licking her hand. You're okay, you're okay. Elodie thought as Moe whined, trying to comfort his owner. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Elodie felt herself calming down and she gingerly petted Moe's head, thankful for his comfort. Sleep often eluded her, but the rare times she was able to get some sleep was plagued with nightmares.
I have to get up. I have to go out, Elodie thought as she got up and out of bed, running a hand through her hair, debating on what she needed. Did she need to steal something? Or did she need fresh air? Either way, she knew she needed something to make her forget. She dressed in street clothes, with her catsuit stuffed into a bag, and grabbed her motorcycle jacket and helmet before heading to the garage, Moe following her. "I'll be back Moe, I promise." Elodie said as walked past the collection of cars - her parents collection - to get to her motorcycle. Moe whined, as though to tell her to stay, but Elodie couldn't.
She left the MacKelter home, a lavish house that wasn't all that surprising, her motorcycle purring as she reached the city and sped down the streets. She wove in and out of traffic, speeding down them as she tried to collect herself. The faster she drove the calmer she became. However, her calm turned into anger, which may of been why when she saw something that caught her eye she turned into an alleyway and quickly changed into her uniform before climbing up the fire escape to get a better view. From the rooftop she watched the museum. There were people in there, using bright flashlights to make their way around inside. Amateurs, Elodie thought, waiting for the right movement to spring on them. It was known throughout the villain community that the Titans, due to the influx of membership, were a bit disorganized and not on top of things
Which was quite soon, for soon the goons escaped from the building and were already congratulating themselves when they ran into her. "Hello boys," Elodie purred, before attacking them. Faces were punched, people were shocked, and one of them landed a blow to her ribs.
This was what Elodie referred to as anger management.