"I was going to say I'm doing great," Jamie replied, skipping backward a step or two, "But, uh, you two seem busy, so maybe I should just go." She smiled nervously.
@Scion_of_Light: @kiddevil: Jamie thought it would be a waste to stay inside on such a lovely day. Humming a tune, she drifted aimlessly, smiling when she encountered two people chatting. It was Aaron and Warren, the newest member of the team. "Hey, guys!" She drummed her fingers absently on her leg.
Um . . . I haven't a clue what they'll do with Tim (Or Steph or Cass), but Tim totally deserves something. Actually, he totally deserves Robin. They should create a Bat-boy identity for Damian.
@The Dark Huntress: @Mistress Redhead: @The Umbra Sorcerer: Thanks, everyone! :) <3 @Aiden Cross: Oops! I can't believe I forgot! I meant to include the explosion in my post, but by the time I finished reading the other posts, and by the time I got to writing about the lockdown, it completely slipped my mind. Maybe I should edit?
Everybody's posts were so much fun to read; what awesome writing! Can't wait to read the next post!
Jamie had never met the Headmistress of Young Champions Academy, but she'd heard what had happened to her. Finding herself with some free time that morning, she thought it would be a good time to pay her respects to someone who had given so much to the Champions. She crossed the compound, squinting slightly in the bright sunshine. When she reached the hospital, everything inside was crisp, clean, orderly and . . . impersonal. It had to be that way, of course, but that didn't make it pleasant. Even the air smelled too clean for comfort. After asking directions to Sarah Lockheart's room she made her way quickly down the halls, getting lost only once (for her, this counted as an unusual success). Once she was there, gazing through the glass at Sarah's inert form, Jamie was suddenly unsure what to do. She shifted uneasily from foot to foot as she listened to the whirs and clicks and beeps coming from the various machines connected to Sarah. The Headmistress had red hair, like Jamie did. Suddenly able to imagine their roles reversed, Jamie knew what she should do: she began to sing softly. Music was always able to reach her, to heal and comfort her when nothing else could. She hoped it would do the same for Sarah. Her song finished, Jamie left the room slowly. It was time to get back; she'd been neglecting her training lately. Oh, sure, she'd done martial arts and gymnastic training, but she hadn't been practicing her shapeshifting skills. Her room was comfortable, but plain. She hadn't been a member of the team very long, and she'd been too busy getting oriented and acquainted to add many personal touches to her living space. She would have to do something about that soon. Grabbing her mp3 player from her dresser, Jamie started a playlist as she headed for the bathroom. In front of the mirror, she practiced changing her shape to look like people she'd seen. The likenesses were perfect, but her lack of practice had made the transformation time a little slow. With her music playing she almost didn't hear the voice that crackled over the PA system. “Lockdown has been issued, remain where you are. Lockdown has been issued, all enemies will be controlled.” Jamie yanked the earbuds from her ears and raced to the door of her room. A thick sheet of metal had slid down in front of the door, and the window was similarly blocked, cutting off all exits. Jamie tried to pry at the metal blocking the door, but it wouldn't budge. For good measure she leaped up to the windowsill and tried her luck with that sheet of metal, too, without success. She'd never been good at staying still or being cooped up in the best of circumstances, and these were certainly not the best of circumstances. If there were enemies in the base, she should be out there helping, instead of stuck here hoping that none of her new friends were getting hurt. "If I don't get out of here soon," she muttered,raking her fingers nervously through her hair, "I'm going to go crazy."
@Aiden Cross: A blond, blue-eyed young man stared at her for a moment before making a comment about the team getting bigger. "Uh . . . hello to you, too. I'm Jamie." She nodded politely and skipped over to the fridge to look for ingredients for an omelet. She danced impatiently around the room as the eggs cooked, filling the kitchen with their warm aroma. When the omelet was finished, golden and fluffy, she garnished it with a sprig of parsley and took it back to her room.
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