capeandcowl | 27 [locked from known villains]

I'm not useless.

I know that I act like I am most of the time, and it ain't exactly as if I'm flying around the City putting out fires and grabbing kittens out of trees, but I can do stuff. Stuff that no one else here can.

This isn't me typing up a résumé and begging for someone here to hire me. I have a job. I like my job at the restaurant, and I've been getting way more shifts than usual, ever since Laura disappeared. You know, some of you should stop by sometime, and I'll probably make you something for cheap. Anyway, this is just something you should keep in mind.

I don't turn invisible. I can do better than that. I can move out of time and not be seen, so I can get in and out of anywhere without really being there. I'm fast, too. Give me days and I'll give back months. Whatever. You get the point—I can do shit that you can't, and seriously, that's useful.

Not asking for money. Not much, anyway. Just something to do to keep me distracted, so I don't end up getting high every night and acting like a stupid bitch around people only trying to help. Anything that's not too sketchy—I don't mind stealing and spying on people, but I'm not about to kill anyone. Or steal any of their organs.

Okay. Maybe a kidney.

And because I organised porter-duty when things were kinda upside down for a while, I should probably ask: you new guys doing alright here? Yeah, maybe it sucks, and no, you definitely can't get out, but my apartment is still half empty, if anyone feels like helping out with the rent.

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[ private :: Teddy ]

So. Hi.

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To be honest? For a minute there, I wasn't sure anymore.

[the verbal equivalent of a shrug]

But only for a minute.

I'm not so great at the whole friends thing, y'know. Before coming I had Kara, whose life I completely dropped out of when my powers came along, and Alex, who left when he got bored of being homeless.

I, uh, figured as much. [an awkward, self-deprecating laugh] And I'm pretty sure me trying to shove Kodak moment's down your throat doesn't really help either.

Heh. I'm sure I'll learn to love it.

Or I could learn how to back-off sometimes.

Think maybe we can manage something halfway inbetween?

Half way, huh? How about we hang out and shoot each other with power-zapping guns?

Oh god, you heard about that?

Uh huh, through the grapevine.

The grapevine being your other half.

Yeah, well, the grapevine can sleep in the effing hallway tonight.

It's not like he protested or anything, anyways. And survey says you'd probably do the same thing if you were bored enough.

Like that's gonna happen.

I wouldn't even need to be bored.

I do have willpower, you know. It's in here. Somewhere. Hiding. Like a ninja.

How bout I promise you a first crack if we actually ever managed to get our hands on one? Keyword, if.

Ten bucks says that come midnight, you two will be doing something I don't even want to describe with words.

Well, that's an offer I can't refuse.

Yeah. No comment.

[a pause and then carefully]

Um. S'okay if I play at being all worried and concerned for a moment and ask you if you're doing okay?

Uh. Better, actually.

There are only so many drugs you can take before realising that it ain't gonna change anything.

Um. Does that mean less with the drug-taking is on the agenda?

Cause you being better -- even if it's just a little bit. Is like music to my hears. Seriously.

Yeah. I'm done binging for a while.

'cause let's face it. If Peter got ported back in and found me off my face, he'd fucking kill me.

Oh. Well. Thank goodness for Peter, then.

You know what I meant.

Fucking kill me, web me to the wall. Whatever!

Hey, at the end of the day, I seriously don't care why you do it. And if there's anything I can do to help, then. Yeah.

Cause in all honesty, I think I could do without all the getting angry with you and being a tool and breaking the headboard and stuff.

... did you actually break the headboard, or are you just exaggerating to sound all manly and shit?

Twice.

That's, uh, special, Teddy. Really.

Edited 2009-05-26 01:10 (UTC)

I didn't do it on purpose.

...Well, okay, the second time was on purpose. But I was pissed and wasn't paying attention.

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