Corrine Bertrand (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
amityville_sweetheart) wrote2005-05-26 04:46 am
amityville_sweetheart) wrote2005-05-26 04:46 am
Corrine's Apartment: Metropolis
It's morning. Finally.
Corrine can see the light coming in through the blinds of her living room, and she yawns. She's been up all night, listening for sounds from her bedroom. At one point, she'd gotten rather involved in an infomercial about making money at home. If she were gullible, it would've sounded like a good idea.
Despite the boredom, she'd avoided checking her bank account online all night. She was afraid of the inevitable-- she was broke.
She knew there was an excuse for her. Things with the JSA had been a non-stop action ride, and not that she wasn't happy about a little excitement in her life, but it had all been a little too much. A trip back to normalcy was called for.
Corrine set her tea down on the table, walking towards her bedroom. Inside, she'd set Caleb up in her bed to sleep. She'd checked on him several times in the night, but he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Hours ago she'd abandoned the self-delusion that she was only doing it out of care for a friend.
She pushed the door open, unable to resist the urge to see his sleeping form again.
Corrine can see the light coming in through the blinds of her living room, and she yawns. She's been up all night, listening for sounds from her bedroom. At one point, she'd gotten rather involved in an infomercial about making money at home. If she were gullible, it would've sounded like a good idea.
Despite the boredom, she'd avoided checking her bank account online all night. She was afraid of the inevitable-- she was broke.
She knew there was an excuse for her. Things with the JSA had been a non-stop action ride, and not that she wasn't happy about a little excitement in her life, but it had all been a little too much. A trip back to normalcy was called for.
Corrine set her tea down on the table, walking towards her bedroom. Inside, she'd set Caleb up in her bed to sleep. She'd checked on him several times in the night, but he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Hours ago she'd abandoned the self-delusion that she was only doing it out of care for a friend.
She pushed the door open, unable to resist the urge to see his sleeping form again.
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Such interesting vocabulary from one who would make such an accusation.
And if by okay you mean wishing for death, then yes, I’m fantastic.
*To Corrine*
Aspirin?
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*Trevor looks Caleb up and down, noticing the scrapes, bruises, and the bandages around his head and hand*
And you don't look like you need aspirin, you look like you need a hospital.
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And what would you suggest as an alternative? If I hadn’t engaged it, it would have killed several people, including Corrine. It would have also stolen a mystical artifact of some power.
You’re just upset you’ll never get a story to top it. *Caleb smiles sweetly.*