Post by Atlee on Sept 5, 2012 12:15:31 GMT -5
Atlee had never in her life expected to see the girl that stood in front of her. She wanted to keep her face emotionally blank, but she’d spent too much time being able to fully express her emotions, that it wasn’t easy to just turn it off. She’d wanted to turn and go the other way the moment the blonde woman had called her ‘Terra’.
She’d made the mistake of turning her head and catching her eye. She’d actually been about to board the bus that would take her well away from San Francisco, back out East, she’d only been here on business, an old friend had wanted to check out some of her art work, had wanted to buy some of her works.
Atlee lowered her gaze and found her nails picking at her skin at the edge of her nails on her fingers, a form of self-mutilation. A nervous habit, she hadn’t quite seemed to be able to break. A very human habit, but she had picked up quite a few human habits, and it was hard to feel as though she belonged with her own people, when she went home to see them. She found herself keeping more distance, but she had been keeping her distance from the other heroes as well. She hadn’t intended to bring back unwanted memories, she knew what Tara Markov had done, but she knew what she was to the Titians a reminder of her.
She had never wanted to be known as Terra, but what else could she go by? It was what her people had suggested, she was the Champion after all, their champion. What did that mean now, now that Tara was alive, brought back or something, but where did that leave her? Without Karen…she had no one. She’d found herself but at what cost? Power girl was either seriously busy or angry with her departure.
It was lonely…terribly so. She frowned, her eyes stinging momentarily with the pain that those feelings in her chest brought her. She took a breath and fully faced the blond. What would happen now, how would things change?
Her unease only grew with the sight of the few people gathered behind her. She took a small step back, her face openly displaying her fright. Her hands trembled and the earth slowly shook with her slip in emotional control. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.
“H-How c-can I-I…h-help y-you?”
Her words stuttered out and she flashed another quick look at the Titians who had accompanied Tara Markov to speak with her. She held her hands up slowly in front of her, and opened her curled hands, they still shook, but they showed that she was unarmed, and it was clear in every tense, yet shaking muscle in her body, that she was frightened.
She’d made the mistake of turning her head and catching her eye. She’d actually been about to board the bus that would take her well away from San Francisco, back out East, she’d only been here on business, an old friend had wanted to check out some of her art work, had wanted to buy some of her works.
Atlee lowered her gaze and found her nails picking at her skin at the edge of her nails on her fingers, a form of self-mutilation. A nervous habit, she hadn’t quite seemed to be able to break. A very human habit, but she had picked up quite a few human habits, and it was hard to feel as though she belonged with her own people, when she went home to see them. She found herself keeping more distance, but she had been keeping her distance from the other heroes as well. She hadn’t intended to bring back unwanted memories, she knew what Tara Markov had done, but she knew what she was to the Titians a reminder of her.
She had never wanted to be known as Terra, but what else could she go by? It was what her people had suggested, she was the Champion after all, their champion. What did that mean now, now that Tara was alive, brought back or something, but where did that leave her? Without Karen…she had no one. She’d found herself but at what cost? Power girl was either seriously busy or angry with her departure.
It was lonely…terribly so. She frowned, her eyes stinging momentarily with the pain that those feelings in her chest brought her. She took a breath and fully faced the blond. What would happen now, how would things change?
Her unease only grew with the sight of the few people gathered behind her. She took a small step back, her face openly displaying her fright. Her hands trembled and the earth slowly shook with her slip in emotional control. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.
“H-How c-can I-I…h-help y-you?”
Her words stuttered out and she flashed another quick look at the Titians who had accompanied Tara Markov to speak with her. She held her hands up slowly in front of her, and opened her curled hands, they still shook, but they showed that she was unarmed, and it was clear in every tense, yet shaking muscle in her body, that she was frightened.
