The Roof, Sunday Morning

Nov 13, 2011 09:33

With Mom working nights and Dad . . . never around, there was usually nobody to stop Stephanie if she decided she wanted to climb up on the roof at night and watch the sky, hoping Superman or Wonder Woman or Batman or someone would come to find her and take her away from home.

Climbing up to the roof here meant a lot more stairs and a lot less sneaking (and she couldn't decide if that made it more or less fun), but she'd gone up last night anyway, with a pillow and some blankets, and fallen asleep curled up against a planter full of funny-looking plants.

Her neck felt funny 'cause of the weird way she'd fallen asleep, and that was why she woke up, yawned, rubbed a little fist against her eyes, then hopped up. Pulling the pillowcase off her pillow, she tucked it into the collar of her shirt to form a makeshift cape and then contemplated climbing up onto the roof ledge to pose dramatically. 'cause she could! It would look cool, and she could play superhero lots better if she looked cool.

Uh huh. That sounded like a good idea. If only she could just scramble up onto it . . .

[OOC: Will be in and out a bit today, but open if occasionally SPish. I love that I discovered this bit of canon. :D]

stephanie brown, topher brink, kenzi, roof

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