Limbo of a Kind
Just how long had they been...wherever they were? Just how long had she been staring at Scavenger's ugly half-metal body? How long had Harleen pouted about her movie being interrupted by Dark Angel's teleportation? How long had she sitting with this damned paper crown in her hand with all these insane and disgusting people with glitter flaking off into her palm and fingers.
And why the hell did she get a paper crown anyway? Other people had photos or jewelry. She got...this. Precious things make no sense to anyone she supposed.
She hadn't had to eat or sleep here. Maybe it had only been a few minutes. The mercenary Cheshire had been called out earlier. Wal...Flash had mentioned something once about his teammate fathering a child with her. She assumed that' the reason she was here in this waiting room. why were the rest of them here. Did she want to know? Did she want them to know?
Harleen kept looking at the picture, frowning. Ivy didn't feel like starting a fight, so she hadn't asked what the look was for. No sense in getting her touchy.
The girl in purple was curled up a corner under blanket. She would be cute except for the malicious glare she periodically gave everyone in the room. she'd asked for a Bible twice now.
The man with no face to him read and re-read a movie magazine. Why the hell was there a movie magazine featuring "The Matrix," in here anyway? Maybe there was a cosmic requirement to have all waiting rooms everywhere have magazines that were hopelessly out of date.
Some street tough leered occasionally at the women and kept flipping a charm bracelet in the air. Oh, and he kept hacking like a decrepit old man.
And there was the other blonde, wearing a toga and fiddling with a necklace. She'd try chatting that one up, but Harley was in the room and both exuded a certain wildness about them. It was tense enough in here. Still, no sense in not asking. They were supposed to play at being teammates after all.
And why the hell did she get a paper crown anyway? Other people had photos or jewelry. She got...this. Precious things make no sense to anyone she supposed.
She hadn't had to eat or sleep here. Maybe it had only been a few minutes. The mercenary Cheshire had been called out earlier. Wal...Flash had mentioned something once about his teammate fathering a child with her. She assumed that' the reason she was here in this waiting room. why were the rest of them here. Did she want to know? Did she want them to know?
Harleen kept looking at the picture, frowning. Ivy didn't feel like starting a fight, so she hadn't asked what the look was for. No sense in getting her touchy.
The girl in purple was curled up a corner under blanket. She would be cute except for the malicious glare she periodically gave everyone in the room. she'd asked for a Bible twice now.
The man with no face to him read and re-read a movie magazine. Why the hell was there a movie magazine featuring "The Matrix," in here anyway? Maybe there was a cosmic requirement to have all waiting rooms everywhere have magazines that were hopelessly out of date.
Some street tough leered occasionally at the women and kept flipping a charm bracelet in the air. Oh, and he kept hacking like a decrepit old man.
And there was the other blonde, wearing a toga and fiddling with a necklace. She'd try chatting that one up, but Harley was in the room and both exuded a certain wildness about them. It was tense enough in here. Still, no sense in not asking. They were supposed to play at being teammates after all.