O.o Okay, this is weird... *holds up something small and furry that is trying to bite everything within reach* Anyone lose a plot bunny? Oh well... *puts the plot bunny down, which immediately starts gnawing on her ankle* Ow. Anyways, I just wanted to say that this isn't very typical for me. I'm more of an anime person. Please don't flame if I don't do a very good job on this. *to the plot bunny* Couldn't you have bitten someone else?
Plot Bunny: *gnaws on Kitten's ankle*
Me: -_-; I'll take that as a no.
Disclaimer: O.o Does anybody do disclaimers here? Ah well, I don't own the Teen Titans.
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Meditation
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Blackfire sat on the hard, jail-issue bed and looked out at the stars. She smiled bitterly. At least she had gotten a room with a view. But then, they were more humane here on the Centauri moons. Some her previous prison stays had been quite unpleasant.
It had been a long time before she could look at the stars without being reminded of her sister. Even now, she didn't like to think of Starfire. She'd learned long ago that you could go insane if you dwelled too long on one thing. However...
She glanced at the door, outside of which there was a Centaurian guard. They had made her prison specially to hold her. It was impervious to all the starbolts she threw at it, and they'd posted a guard outside just in case. She sighed and lay down on her bed.
That delayed her plans somewhat...
...But it would not last for long.
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So, how'd I do? If you liked it, review. Hey, that rhymed!
*holds up rest of the story tantalizingly* I've got a lot more to tell, so please give me a reason to tell it. *looks down* And will someone get this plot bunny off my leg?
Plot Bunny: Grrr...
Plot Bunny: *gnaws on Kitten's ankle*
Me: -_-; I'll take that as a no.
Disclaimer: O.o Does anybody do disclaimers here? Ah well, I don't own the Teen Titans.
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Meditation
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Blackfire sat on the hard, jail-issue bed and looked out at the stars. She smiled bitterly. At least she had gotten a room with a view. But then, they were more humane here on the Centauri moons. Some her previous prison stays had been quite unpleasant.
It had been a long time before she could look at the stars without being reminded of her sister. Even now, she didn't like to think of Starfire. She'd learned long ago that you could go insane if you dwelled too long on one thing. However...
She glanced at the door, outside of which there was a Centaurian guard. They had made her prison specially to hold her. It was impervious to all the starbolts she threw at it, and they'd posted a guard outside just in case. She sighed and lay down on her bed.
That delayed her plans somewhat...
...But it would not last for long.
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So, how'd I do? If you liked it, review. Hey, that rhymed!
*holds up rest of the story tantalizingly* I've got a lot more to tell, so please give me a reason to tell it. *looks down* And will someone get this plot bunny off my leg?
Plot Bunny: Grrr...