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Post by Donna Hall on Sept 13, 2011 1:39:32 GMT -5
 ------- The Sky, Keeps on Changing Colors in the Rain
And Nothing Ever Seems to Stay the Same.[/color] A typical day in the life of a Dove. Wake up call was five thirty sharp- just in time to freshen up and start her training regimen with Hawk. Sparing, running, ducking, flipping and evading. She had to know the ins and outs of her sisters fighting style so that she might provide a better patrol partner, the defender of any weak points she noticed. There were few. From there they would split up and go about their own personal workout routines. For Dove it was all conditioning, and control oriented, a light peppering of weight training insured she was built thought. Once she was satisfied with the heated somewhat tired feeling that pulled at her muscles. Dove set off for her “day job”. Dove was actually rather fond of it- head of raptor rehabilitation at the D.C. animal sanctuary. It was always a glorious time- There was never much of a mad rush to look at wild animals, so it was always very peaceful and at ease, and there was always time for her darling birds. Her most recent patient was a strapping young red chested goshawk. The young man that'd brought him in claimed that the bird had been "found" but considering the species was hard to find wild in it's native country, she guessed it was more likely that he'd bought the animal himself in the exotic pet market. The bird itself hadn't seemed to be in to bad a shape- till you took a good look inside. He had a raging infection, and two small breaks that'd healed improperly. Probably from a flying attempt gone wrong. She had come to call him Frank for some strange reason, and he responded splendidly to her company. To the point that she was always sad to have to return home at five- but his progress was so exciting that she hoped to get him flying again.. hopefully.. It’d been a good long day.. Over all she was rather pleased with it, even though it really wasn’t even close to being over today. She wondered if it was her turn for patrol or not.. She’d have to find Jake and double check.. but that was always the kick wasn’t it. Jake tended to find you when he needed to, not the other way round. She pulled out her sleek phone checking to see if she’d gotten any kind of messages- and replied quickly to sister. Home.. Dove returned the phone to the back pocket of her jeans and was suddenly enveloped in the stillness of the place. The silence was a little to heavy for her liking- Hello? Anyone Home?[/color] Her tone was soft and sweet, as she swept her way down the hall. Peering into empty rooms hoping to come across someone, Anyone really.[/font] |
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Post by Selena Prince on Sept 25, 2011 15:17:35 GMT -5
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
Selena woke up early that morning to the smell of bacon and coffee might she add. Getting out of bed dressed in a red tank top and black shorts she walked out of her bedroom and down the flight of stairs in the kitchen she found Steve Trevor and his wife Candy. They greeted each other with good mornings and Candy gave Selena a breakfast that was made of eggs, toast, bacon and orange juice. Not the usual meal of choice for the young Amazon but it was a meal that quickly became her favorite with her time with the Trevors. She was grateful to be living with them, they were like family to her especially since she needed a place to live now that she left Paradise Island.
Steve Trevor had once been a friend of Diana Prince, in fact he was part of the reason that her mother had left the Island and became Wonder Woman in the first place. Now he was a foster father to Selena while she spent her time her. Selena liked to think her mother would have approved of her choice of company during her time in this world.
Once her meal was done Selena went upstairs she showered then changed into her school uniform and then walked to school. Though she had the ability to fly and even the speed to not have to do such things, Selena had a secret identity that she needed to keep. School was boring for the most part to Selena mostly because she didn’t have a challenge there. Most subjects were easy to her and Selena was able to easily obtain an A or B in the course. Once school was over Selena ditched her school uniform and changed into her Wonder Girl costume which greatly resembled a variant of the Wonder Woman costume her mother once wore.
On her head was a gold tiara, on her wrists bracelets, her costume was a red tank top, black leather jacket, black jeans and black heal boots. On her side was her golden lasso, her weapon of choice and something that she inherited from the gods.
Selena flew to the Hall of Justice as fast as she could when she arrived she was surprised to find that she was the only one there. Hm…everyone must be busy or at school still Selena figured and tossed her backpack in its usual place on the couch. She went up to the stairs and was about to go down the hallway when she heard someone call from the entrance. When she flew back to the stairs she found a fellow teammate waiting. Donna Hall also known as Dove.
“Hello Donna, how was your day?” Selena asked.
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Post by Lizzie Rayner on Sept 25, 2011 18:58:43 GMT -5
Lizzie sat—more like slumped—in her (adorable) green puppy beanbag chair, listening away to her Multilanguage versions of Disney songs as to inspire the creative juices on her day off from the arts academy, when the echoing of footsteps caught her attention, somewhere in the hyena’s laughter during “Be prepared”. Immediately, Lizzie’s instincts acted up; turning off the music, lighting her ring, and walking out of her room before she could even think. Lizzie took to the walls, much like human-kind’s police force does when maneuvering around to catch the bad guy. Without making a sound, Lizzie reached all the way to the main living room, checking every last room from her room to there, careful to match all or the creeks in the floor with moving cars and the mystery person’s footsteps.
The thick concrete wall felt so thin behind Lizzie’s back, as she etched closer and closer to the edge. With the most shallow, unheard breaths, Lizzie finally determined this mystery person was close enough to catch.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Lizzie turned the corner, ring light, pointed like a gun, aiming and demanded:
“Freeze!”
“Hello Donna, how was your day?”
And of course, Lizzie’s cheeks automatically flushed red and her shoulders sagged. “Well. . . .now I feel stupid. What’s up, guys?”
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