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The island had settled back into its version of normal, but Cissie still felt anxious and out of sorts. The Great Halloween Plushy Massacre featured in her nightmares on a fairly regular basis and she was still picking bits of fluff out of her clothes. It all worked out in the end - she, Bart, Kon and Steph made a pretty good team if she said so herself and of course, Krypto had been fantastic as always. She felt that the whole thing shouldn't have happened, that somehow she should have anticipated the toys coming to life and planned better. It was probably stupid to think so, but that was how she felt.
This feeling of guilt wasn't exactly something she wanted to burden her friends with, and she knew that bottling it all up wasn't exactly good for her but it wasn't really like she had anyone else to ask. Cassie and Kon had that Russian guy, Anatoly and Bart - well, he practically had several libraries in his head. There were therapists here that she could go to, she knew, but it didn't really feel the same if it wasn't Miss Money.
Still, no matter what else was going on around here, there was one thing that never changed and that was the feeling of content she got at the Archery Butts. She didn't have to think or worry about anything other than finding her target and letting the arrow go.
Her last arrow had made a satisfactory thump as it hit the bullseye when she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and offered a smile. Distraction was distraction, whether it was shooting at a target or talking to someone.
"Hey!"
OOC: All matter of times and tags welcome! Despite the appearance, it's a good time to talk to her.
This feeling of guilt wasn't exactly something she wanted to burden her friends with, and she knew that bottling it all up wasn't exactly good for her but it wasn't really like she had anyone else to ask. Cassie and Kon had that Russian guy, Anatoly and Bart - well, he practically had several libraries in his head. There were therapists here that she could go to, she knew, but it didn't really feel the same if it wasn't Miss Money.
Still, no matter what else was going on around here, there was one thing that never changed and that was the feeling of content she got at the Archery Butts. She didn't have to think or worry about anything other than finding her target and letting the arrow go.
Her last arrow had made a satisfactory thump as it hit the bullseye when she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and offered a smile. Distraction was distraction, whether it was shooting at a target or talking to someone.
"Hey!"
OOC: All matter of times and tags welcome! Despite the appearance, it's a good time to talk to her.