tampered | Log; In Progress

Log; In Progress

When; Saturday Evening [September 20th]
Rating; PG-13 [potentially R for Emille's mouth]
Characters; Emille

tofuinthesky , and any others who were invited.
Summary; Emille is in need of some new clothes and a social outing.
Log; Emille didn't have much clothing to her name. Her suit, a black pinstripe outfit that was tailored perfectly to her slender form, a white dress shirt that hung long on her, a pair of dress boots with a one inch heel, and a "casual" outfit consisting of a tank top, ripped jeans, and an old pair of sneakers on its last legs. Today, she opted for the white dress shirt over the tank top, collar crooked, top two buttons undone, and her ripped, form-fitting jeans, faded fashionably and by wear. Her old sneakers still fit like a dream, broken in ever so perfectly, the kind of fit only achieved after years of working them in.

With a cigarette pack tucked into her front left pants pocket and some money in her front right, she headed out the door of her apartment, locking up of course, tucking a cigarette to her lips. She'd walk the whole way, knowing in general where the store was. "Akindo." From what she read about it, it was exactly where she needed to go, and a good place to take a few other shopping friends with her.

Before entering, she'd snuff out the cigarette on the back of her hand, the burn mark on her skin healing over almost as quickly as it was damaged. It was a pain she'd gotten so used to it didn't even phase her. She tosses the cigarette butt into a nearby trashcan, brushes herself off a bit, and enters, thumbs hooked into her back pockets, eyes casually checking the place out.

"... Not bad," she muttered to herself. Just had to see if anyone else had arrived yet.

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And strut her stuff she did. Karolina swung the door open and threw her arms in the air as she modeled her tankini for all the judging eyes. To her, she liked the suit's fit, but she knew well and good, self-judgment was the worst judgment of all.

"Yes or no? I'm thinking yes, but I'm liable to be wrong."

"Well, that depends," Kara said, giving a bit of a smirk. "Do you want to turn everyone's head so fast they all get whiplash? Because that's what's going to happen if you wear that."

And she did look good, Kara had to admit. She narrowly avoided glancing over to Emille to see what her reaction was. She was hoping Karolina would see by example that it was okay to be an alien or a lesbian and neither was anything to be ashamed about.

Emille's attention quickly drew back over to Karolina as she exited the changing room, responding in turn with a smirk at the showy scene. Karolina was damn good lookin', in the suit or not.

"Gotta side with Kara on this one. Don' think you'll find anyone objectin' to you in that."

Karolina's face warmed up for the second time that day. The compliments were nice and certainly didn't hurt her fragile ego. And nothing soothed that ego more than a couple of pretty ladies looking at her.

"Well, I think I'll take it," she decided as she turned back to change back into her regular. Karolina knew for sure they caught her blushing. She just hoped they didn't call her out on it.

"So what's next?"

[ooc: sorry! totally forgot it was my turn.]

Kara had noticed Karolina blushing but didn't comment on it. It was kind of cute that she got flushed at their compliments, just further evidence at how sweet Karolina was.

"I don't know," Kara said with a shrug. There were a dozen things in the store she could have tried on and discarded or taken home, but she didn't want to keep her friends there against their will.

"Anyone want to get a bite to eat?"

"Sounds like a plan. Just grabbin' some swimmin' trunks an' I'll be ready t'go."

In fact, as she talks, her eyes suddenly focuses on something several racks over. Emille then moves in on the object of her attention, grabbing at a pair of blue trunks with white flowery designs. Even if it came from the men's section, it was still a good fit for the top she had. This was comfort for her. She slips the trunks into her little pile.

"Sure, why not? I skipped breakfast anyway."

A few minutes after she entered the booth, Karolina came out, swimsuit slung over her forearm. She watched with intrest as Emille walked over to the men's section for something extra.

"I'm sure I could find something to eat wherever we go."

Edited 2008-09-28 01:51 (UTC)

"Oh, right, the vegan thing," Kara said, wincing a bit at the fact that she forgot that. Totally a sucky friend to not remember something like that.

"Ugh, sorry, "vegan thing" sounds bad," she added a moment later. "I forgot that you're a vegan. Man, Batman would totally be pissed at me for forgetting something like that."

"Vegan, eh? Tried that. Never had the memory to follow through on it. Anyone who can pull it off is okay in my book."

Emille had followed the sudden "trendy" era of Veganism, trying it out because the way of life had caught on a few years ago... But she always found herself biting into a turkey sandwich she ate herself, or eating a bowl of cereal with regular whole milk, remembering halfway through the "commitment" she'd tried to make. It was a failed experiment in the end. She begins leading everyone down toward the front of the store, toward the registers, smirking.

"Shouldn't be a problem. Considerin' all the types o' people around here, they're bound t'have vegan and vegetarian options."

"Batman? Who's Batman?" If Kara said he was a superhero from her world, Karolina would die laughing. His name was almost at bad as Spiderman's, but at least he could climb walls. What could a bat do?

"You'd be surprised, Emille," Karolina grinned, poking and prodding at the earring racks that lined the register aisle. "My first night here? I had crackers for dinner because the vegan restaurants are so hard to find. And let me tell you, I searched high and low for a Circle K for their microwaved bean burritos. Couldn't find that, much less tofu."

"He's a hero from my world," Kara explained, or at least tried to. How did you explain Batman? "He one of my mentors. He hasn't got any powers but he's... he's amazing. This guy, Darkseid, kidnapped me. Darkseid is like... one of the most powerful, most feared guys in the universe. And Batman totally backs him into a corner and makes him give me up."

Kara might have had a bit of hero worship in her voice, but she couldn't help it. Batman hadn't trusted her at all when she first came to Earth but he had risked his life to save her. And then agreed to train and just... Batman was so awesome.

"Huh... Guess I underestimated this place. Not so different from my world after all, 'en."

Kara's story was unbelievable. Then again, Kara herself was quite unbelievable. The stuff she's been through was insane to Emille, but considering all she'd seen here in the City, none of it seemed too surreal.

"Must be some kinda badass. Pro'lly ain't as goofy-lookin' as his name implies, considerin' that story, yeah?"

Karolina could hear the awe in Kara's voice and held back the laughter out of respect. If somebody had saved her life, she'd be a lifetime fan too. Well, she tried her best, but just one single snort passed by the barrier of her lips.

"I'm sorry, Kara. I don't mean to laugh," Karolina began as she placed her purchase on the register counter. "I understand what you mean, but his name... why is he Batman if he can't fly? Because I know of a guy named Spiderman and he can climb walls."

"He is a total badass," she told Emille, giving Karolina a playful glare.

"Bat's are predators of the night," she explained. "Have you ever seen a bat? They're pretty freaky. Okay, maybe the ears on his cowl are a little silly but trust me, if you saw him you wouldn't think he was silly. Hah, does Spider-man have eight legs and shoot webs from his butt?"

Emille couldn't help but laugh in the midst of this conversation. It led to nothing but a series of rather ridiculous mental images, of guys with over-the-top rubber bat-head masks or bending over to shoot webbing in someone's face.

"Oh man... They can't look nearly as stupid as I'm thinkin' they look."

"No, but he can shoot them from his hands!" Karolina countered as she slid a couple of the brightly colored Monopoly money that double as City currency towards the cashier. "And, as a matter of fact, Spiderman doesn't need to wear a cowl in the first place."

It was like some sort of "My World's Superhero is Better than Yours" pissing contest. Good-natured of course, but Karolina had enough experience from living a life on the run to have a couple aces up her superhero sleeve. "Spiderman could totally take Batman to the cleaners."

"Why, because he has a hideously ugly spider face?" Kara shot back, enjoying the good-natured ribbing. Besides, Batman could kick anyone's ass.

"Was Spider-man a superhero before he had powers?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Or did he just decide to get into the gig because he could crawl up things?"

Emille was right behind Karolina at the cashier, already setting her stuff aside on the counter. She dug into her pocket for the skittles money, and pulled out what she thought'd be the right amount.

"Makes me wonder how a lot o' the superheroes I've seen around here get started. Can't always be, 'Hey! I got powers now! Let's fight crime!,' or whatever."

"Actually, I don't know," Karolina admitted as she nodded a thank you to the cashier and stepped aside for Emille to get her business done. "He wears a mask so who knows what he looks like under it. And as for his powers, I don't know. I never met the guy. Only saw him on TV."

Emille's thoughts made Karolina pause think herself. Technically, her and her friends could fall under the 'Just got powers and now we fight crime.' banner, but their reasons were so much deeper than that. Then again, could they even be considered superheroes? Only Molly was a mutant, Nico was a witch, Karolina was the alien and Victor... well, Victor was an android. Chase and Gert didn't have powers of their own in the traditional sense; Chase had his father's fire gloves and Gert had Old Lace.

If they were a group of superheroes, they were the most motley crew of superheroes the world had ever seen.

"Sometimes... they start out doing it to right the wrongs of the people who came before them. I guess it just spirals out from there."

Kara fell in line behind Emille with her purchases, already digging through her purse for the pain in the ass coin currency they had to carry. Seriously, hadn't the deities heard of paper money?

"I can understand that," Kara said. "I totally admire people who join the police and fire department and military and things like that. I mean, they just wanted to help people, you know? It's weird that you never hear about any of them getting powers and staying on the force or something though..."

"Maybe you just never hear about the ones that get away with it. I mean, there could be superheroes actin' as, like, police officers or whatever. They're just really fuckin' good at keepin' their identity secret, y'know?"

With all her stuff on the counter, she then looks over the price tags of her new swimwear, then at the currency in her hand, tallying everything up. She fishes out a bit more, just in case.

"Don't think I could ever do somethin' like that. Then again, haven't found much of a use for my powers except for... y'know. Blowin' shit up and settin' everythin' on fire."

None of the cops Karolina had met in LA were superheroes. They were mostly pain in the butts who chased them down at any moment, only to bungle things up for them. Karolina halfway listened to Kara and Emilie go on about cops until the conversation took an unexpected turn.

"Did you just say "my powers"?" she asked, looking at Emille incredulously. Between Kara and Emille just spilling the beans about themselves, Karolina suspected that they just didn't care that they were in front of the cashier-- a woman they didn't know at all.

Kara watched with interest as Karolina seemed to be surprised about Emille having powers. Was it really so uncommon in Karolina's world that it was unbelievable that there would be two, well technically three, people with powers meeting up?

"X-ray vision?" Kara joked, smirking a bit. "Do I need to start wearing lead underwear?"

"Trust me, if I had X-Ray vision, I'd be smart enough t'never let anyone know that."

Emille lets off a wry grin at the comment, then clears her throat slightly as she looks toward Karolina.

"Yeah, 'my powers.' Was kinda a, uh, secret back where I come from... But after seein' a singin' cactus and talkin' with vampire killers, why hide it?"

It wasn't about the others having powers. Where she came from, you kept any differences secret. Karolina knew what happened to mutants, to those that were 'different'. You just didn't go off blabbing about which ones you had.

"Because people can use it against you? Throw you in jail? Do anything to you!" Karolina lowered her voice and shrugged her shoulder in the general direction of the cashier. "You can't exactly trust this place or the people in it."

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