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It Makes Me Feel - Like Giving Up
Corrine's back. Corrine is back and being Corrine and while Tara is very supportive of superhero weirdness screwing with relationships - after over two years of perfect memory it still makes no damn sense. Someone should be ecstatic! someone should be crying with happiness, dropping to their knees and thanking God that life goes on in this business and life is often GOOD. And wonderful and...
...and she can't sleep. Oh, she doesn't need much. About 4-6 hours a week generates all the chemicals she needs. But at best it's been 2 here and 2 there. You'd think with a Green Lantern space jockeyboyfriend ex, she'd be used to waking up with ice cold sheets. she keeps looking for Christie, but she's a rotten detective to be completely honest. She cooked until the Outsider's headquarters smelled like an Italian restaurant in New York. Now with her still fractured arm cooking is more difficult. She can't distract herself with archery either. Much of the chemistry work takes two hands as well.
Soo she sits in the TV room at the base, watching some PBS thing with old blues singers from the '50's and '60's strutting their stuff for public funds at this ungodly hour. Unsurprisingly, a band she's been avoiding comes on. Worse, they're really, really good.
When you complain - and criticize
I feel I'm nothing, in your eyes
It makes me feel - like giving up ...
Oh, oh no!
Don't bring me down,
no no no no
Oh babe! Oh no,
Don't bring me down...
"Where's the damn remote?" she mumbles to herself.
...and she can't sleep. Oh, she doesn't need much. About 4-6 hours a week generates all the chemicals she needs. But at best it's been 2 here and 2 there. You'd think with a Green Lantern space jockey
Soo she sits in the TV room at the base, watching some PBS thing with old blues singers from the '50's and '60's strutting their stuff for public funds at this ungodly hour. Unsurprisingly, a band she's been avoiding comes on. Worse, they're really, really good.
When you complain - and criticize
I feel I'm nothing, in your eyes
It makes me feel - like giving up ...
Oh, oh no!
Don't bring me down,
no no no no
Oh babe! Oh no,
Don't bring me down...
"Where's the damn remote?" she mumbles to herself.
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This is the moment that Ibn normally dreads. "And for a time after his dead, I served as the Demon's Head until I dismantled a good portion of the empire."
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"You're..." Her palm hits her face. "I thought the part-incubus was -" She cuts herself off. "No. Whatever. You know what? No one here is subject to their very screwed up families."
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"Man, you dealing with your ex is going to make me dealing with mine look like a cake walk."
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It certain looks like Ibn believes what he is saying. Or desperately wants to believe it. There's still something in his eyes when he speaks of her. "I have a new life now."
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"Oh? What's with your Dad?"
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