A/N: A ton of reviews since last 2 chappies. They all seem to want one plot, but I decided to do a different one, just cuz I liked it better. This was my plan from the very beginning, but I had writers block, so I just made up some others, but now I don't have writers block anymore, so I'm just gonna go along with the intended plot. A lot of the reviews were qite disturbing. Why does everyone hate Jinx so muck? She's my favorite character. Just give Robin/Jinx a chance, it won't hurt! Also, I'm like the only one who updates. If I ever reviewed your fic, it means you need to update because noting good ever gets updated enough unless that update just happens to make the fic go extremely cliche. The other two plots, I have to admit I thought they were so STUPID! I don't know why I even thought of them in the first place! They're dumb! They're also overdid, I don't know why everyone wanted me to do them! Also, for everyone who did not like the Raven POV chapter, I do that in all of my Apprentice AU fics. Also, I seem to be having a problem with spiky hair as far as this fic goes. Peh. On with the story.
A girl sat in a dark, round, cushioned chair (A/N: like the ones in the Delias catalog) and listened to the soft music pouring out of the speakers of the boombox. It was a sad song. It depicted exactly what she felt at that moment. Empty, lovesick, helpless, all-in-all depressed. This was not a recent development. She had been feeling like this for a couple of years, just about...two and a half years? Had it been that long? It felt like it had been only a few days, yet, at the same time, it felt like it had been centuries since the audition. The one audition that would change the direction of her life.
Everything was good until then. She was top of her class, with two great friends, extremely different thought they were, and most of all, she was happy. Then, it happened, and that all went down the drain. She cursed silently under her breath. Just thinking about it made her feel worse.
She hadn't changed on the outside. Her hair remained in the same two-tone pattern of colors, though she had changed the style. She still wore it gelled, but gelled down, in a kind of sixties-style flip thingy. She still had the same pale skin and purple eyes , and she still wore the same black dress.
She and her old friends had grown apart. She hadn't seen them since the incident. She tried as hard as she could to forget about her past and move on, but she just couldn't. She couldn't forget about them, and all of the times they've been through together...and him...Oh, if only she could go back and start over...That's it! She could start over from the beginning, where this all started! All she needed to do was make a few phone calls...
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A few days later, she and her two old friends silently crept through a dark alley. They had reunited after two long years just a few days ago. She was still surprised at how easy it had been to find them. They were still living in the city, so all she had to do was look them up in the phone book, and the team was back.
"The entrance was somewhere along here..." she thought, feeling the walls for a crack or an indent that could give away a secret door like the one she was looking for. She found the door, and pressed the brick into the wall. The door opened to reveal a large room filled with cranking machinery. One wall was covered by a large screen. Doors led off to twisting halls. And right there, in the center of it all, was a large stone chair. She knew exactly who sat there. Or so she thought.
"Can I help you?" a voice rang out, breaking the still, shadowy silence that the room once held. The girl's newfound happiness shattered, and thousands of hurtful memmories came flooding back to her like a tidal wave. This couldn't be. It just couldn't be. The voice wasn't who she expected to hear. It was him.
A/N: Very short, I know. It was in my spiral notebook.
A girl sat in a dark, round, cushioned chair (A/N: like the ones in the Delias catalog) and listened to the soft music pouring out of the speakers of the boombox. It was a sad song. It depicted exactly what she felt at that moment. Empty, lovesick, helpless, all-in-all depressed. This was not a recent development. She had been feeling like this for a couple of years, just about...two and a half years? Had it been that long? It felt like it had been only a few days, yet, at the same time, it felt like it had been centuries since the audition. The one audition that would change the direction of her life.
Everything was good until then. She was top of her class, with two great friends, extremely different thought they were, and most of all, she was happy. Then, it happened, and that all went down the drain. She cursed silently under her breath. Just thinking about it made her feel worse.
She hadn't changed on the outside. Her hair remained in the same two-tone pattern of colors, though she had changed the style. She still wore it gelled, but gelled down, in a kind of sixties-style flip thingy. She still had the same pale skin and purple eyes , and she still wore the same black dress.
She and her old friends had grown apart. She hadn't seen them since the incident. She tried as hard as she could to forget about her past and move on, but she just couldn't. She couldn't forget about them, and all of the times they've been through together...and him...Oh, if only she could go back and start over...That's it! She could start over from the beginning, where this all started! All she needed to do was make a few phone calls...
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A few days later, she and her two old friends silently crept through a dark alley. They had reunited after two long years just a few days ago. She was still surprised at how easy it had been to find them. They were still living in the city, so all she had to do was look them up in the phone book, and the team was back.
"The entrance was somewhere along here..." she thought, feeling the walls for a crack or an indent that could give away a secret door like the one she was looking for. She found the door, and pressed the brick into the wall. The door opened to reveal a large room filled with cranking machinery. One wall was covered by a large screen. Doors led off to twisting halls. And right there, in the center of it all, was a large stone chair. She knew exactly who sat there. Or so she thought.
"Can I help you?" a voice rang out, breaking the still, shadowy silence that the room once held. The girl's newfound happiness shattered, and thousands of hurtful memmories came flooding back to her like a tidal wave. This couldn't be. It just couldn't be. The voice wasn't who she expected to hear. It was him.
A/N: Very short, I know. It was in my spiral notebook.