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WHO: Charlie and May
WHERE: Spiderdevil apartments?
WHEN: Wednesday Night.
WARNINGS: Teenagers. Ranting. Possibly math homework.
SUMMARY: Babs disappeared again. Charlie needs to rant.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever.
Charlie didn't quite know what to do when Babs vanished. Again. For a moment, she'd almost broke down into tears, but that feeling was shoved aside by a sudden, furious anger about the whole thing. Why did it keep happening? Why did the porter keep insisting on taking away the people she cared about and what sort of sick, twisted thing would give back babs just long enough for her to adapt...and then yank her away again.
It wasn't fair.
But she didn't want to rant at Steph or Cass...they were just as close to this as she was, honestly. Which sent her bouncing off to the next likely candidate, her spider-bff.
"She's gone. AGAIN!" Charlie declared, her voice a mixture of anger and frustration, tinted with a barely suppressed loss. She declared this as she appeared in a flash of pink smoke and light, standing off in a little corner of May's living room she knew was empty, dressed in her pajamas pants and a tank-top.
WHERE: Spiderdevil apartments?
WHEN: Wednesday Night.
WARNINGS: Teenagers. Ranting. Possibly math homework.
SUMMARY: Babs disappeared again. Charlie needs to rant.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever.
Charlie didn't quite know what to do when Babs vanished. Again. For a moment, she'd almost broke down into tears, but that feeling was shoved aside by a sudden, furious anger about the whole thing. Why did it keep happening? Why did the porter keep insisting on taking away the people she cared about and what sort of sick, twisted thing would give back babs just long enough for her to adapt...and then yank her away again.
It wasn't fair.
But she didn't want to rant at Steph or Cass...they were just as close to this as she was, honestly. Which sent her bouncing off to the next likely candidate, her spider-bff.
"She's gone. AGAIN!" Charlie declared, her voice a mixture of anger and frustration, tinted with a barely suppressed loss. She declared this as she appeared in a flash of pink smoke and light, standing off in a little corner of May's living room she knew was empty, dressed in her pajamas pants and a tank-top.