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Pretty sure the man bun is just any hair that a man ties behind his head whether a full bun or a top knot.
That's still a man bun...
~KL~
Nike fidgeted erratically as Zatanna transported her to this ‘Kubert’ High, sitting in the back seats as she had been told ‘that’s where the cool kids go’. She was uncomfortable in the extreme. There was nowhere for her long legs to go in these cramped confines, and for the hundredth time she wondered why she had to go at all. She was an Amazonian, trained by the finest scholars of Themyscira in mathematics, history, philosophy, the sciences, and art. What need did she have for ‘high-school’. She doubted the education she would receive at Kubert’s would even begin to rival that which she had already had.
More than that though,she was discomforted by the ruse that Grayson and Zatarra were making her life: Masquerading as a normal person, concealing her noble heritage and play-acting as Nike Prince in the hopes that none of the other students would discover who she really was and what she was really doing in Midway city. It ill fit a warrior keep hidden their sharp edges. What if it came to a fight, and Nike had none of her weapons to hand? People could die, and all for the sake of a fool’s dramatisation!
And these clothes! By the Gods, these clothes! So tight and constricting. How is one supposed to move in them? The ‘skinny jeans’ that she had provided with were especially cumbersome, restricting all but the most limited of leg movements. Why, how could she be expected to high-kick anyone in these, she would never know. The Princess tried to work some slack into the infernal sartorial torture devices, but even with the strength of Herakles, and the strategic mind of an Amazonian general, there was no winning that battle. The jeans remained as much of a hindrance as ever.
This whole charade was a tactical misstep, that she was sure of.
It seemed a damnable eternity before the van stopped at their destination, pulling up in front of an ugly looking building of gray, lifeless concrete, faced by large, greasy windows that were obviously in dire need of a good cleaning, and even more lifeless looking children sloping up it’s chipped front steps. Nike stepped off the van with an awkward swagger (damnable jeans strike again) and proceeded to glare at the statue of a middle-aged man located outside of the school. This, she thought to herself, must be that cad Kubert. He was the architect of her current misfortunes.
The van pulled off, leaving Nike and most of her fellows stranded in front of the school. Nike continued to scowl up at the building, her ire increasing with every heartbeat. Why must she be tortured in this place? Was she not a hero? Was she not the famed Wonder Girl, savior of Washington? Was she not a princess? Surely this horrible looking building was a domicile for the unjust and the wicked, and not a prison for the good and the noble. Nightwing and Zatanna had been wrong to send her here! This was a mistake, and Nike was going to correct it.
Planting her feet wide and her hands upon her hips, she faced her compatriots and declared loudly: “I shall not be entering this Hades-blessed place. Not on this day, or any other. You may all do as you wish, but I will set not one foot in there.”
“So…” Karlie was the first among the group to speak as she stepped forward. “Hashtag shopping then?” She suggested with a shrug. “I know I could use a new pair of shoes, and it’s not like we’ll miss anything on the first day anyways.” Looking towards the rest of the group, Karlie winked as she pulled out her iHolo. “I’ll shoot the French Fry a text, Man Bun doesn’t need to know though, anyone with a hashtag douche knot is sure to rat us out faster than I can type R-A-T.”
Putting the phone back in her clutch, Karlie grabbed Nike by the hand and began to run.
“Let’s go to the mall!” She sung out. “Today!” Pausing, Karlie turned to look back at the group as the rest of them stared dumbfounded at her and Nike. They were obviously torn between doing what they were supposed to do, and doing what they wanted to do.
“Look,” Karlie stated as she took a couple steps back towards the group, smoothing her ruffled skirt before crossing her arms, her halter top riding up showing off her naval piercing as she leaned back. “I know we’re supposed to go to school. But most of us learned everything we had to back home. This veil of normalcy won’t stand, we’re not normal. We’re misfits no matter where we go. We’re not the pedigree of heroes that Wing Man and Zee are, and we’re not Mundane like Gretta and Diggle there.” Karlie paused to point towards the norms who had slinked away towards the school. “We don’t fit into either world and we may as well make the best of that. If we don’t make choices for us, then we’ll lose what makes us special and I know each of you is special. Even you Rev.” Karlie added with a sly wink.
“So come on, let’s cut loose and enjoy what little time we have left as teenagers.” Karlie said as she waved for the others to follow. “Like I said, we’re not going to miss anything today anyways.”
More than that though,she was discomforted by the ruse that Grayson and Zatarra were making her life: Masquerading as a normal person, concealing her noble heritage and play-acting as Nike Prince in the hopes that none of the other students would discover who she really was and what she was really doing in Midway city. It ill fit a warrior keep hidden their sharp edges. What if it came to a fight, and Nike had none of her weapons to hand? People could die, and all for the sake of a fool’s dramatisation!
And these clothes! By the Gods, these clothes! So tight and constricting. How is one supposed to move in them? The ‘skinny jeans’ that she had provided with were especially cumbersome, restricting all but the most limited of leg movements. Why, how could she be expected to high-kick anyone in these, she would never know. The Princess tried to work some slack into the infernal sartorial torture devices, but even with the strength of Herakles, and the strategic mind of an Amazonian general, there was no winning that battle. The jeans remained as much of a hindrance as ever.
This whole charade was a tactical misstep, that she was sure of.
It seemed a damnable eternity before the van stopped at their destination, pulling up in front of an ugly looking building of gray, lifeless concrete, faced by large, greasy windows that were obviously in dire need of a good cleaning, and even more lifeless looking children sloping up it’s chipped front steps. Nike stepped off the van with an awkward swagger (damnable jeans strike again) and proceeded to glare at the statue of a middle-aged man located outside of the school. This, she thought to herself, must be that cad Kubert. He was the architect of her current misfortunes.
The van pulled off, leaving Nike and most of her fellows stranded in front of the school. Nike continued to scowl up at the building, her ire increasing with every heartbeat. Why must she be tortured in this place? Was she not a hero? Was she not the famed Wonder Girl, savior of Washington? Was she not a princess? Surely this horrible looking building was a domicile for the unjust and the wicked, and not a prison for the good and the noble. Nightwing and Zatanna had been wrong to send her here! This was a mistake, and Nike was going to correct it.
Planting her feet wide and her hands upon her hips, she faced her compatriots and declared loudly: “I shall not be entering this Hades-blessed place. Not on this day, or any other. You may all do as you wish, but I will set not one foot in there.”
“So…” Karlie was the first among the group to speak as she stepped forward. “Hashtag shopping then?” She suggested with a shrug. “I know I could use a new pair of shoes, and it’s not like we’ll miss anything on the first day anyways.” Looking towards the rest of the group, Karlie winked as she pulled out her iHolo. “I’ll shoot the French Fry a text, Man Bun doesn’t need to know though, anyone with a hashtag douche knot is sure to rat us out faster than I can type R-A-T.”
Putting the phone back in her clutch, Karlie grabbed Nike by the hand and began to run.
“Let’s go to the mall!” She sung out. “Today!” Pausing, Karlie turned to look back at the group as the rest of them stared dumbfounded at her and Nike. They were obviously torn between doing what they were supposed to do, and doing what they wanted to do.
“Look,” Karlie stated as she took a couple steps back towards the group, smoothing her ruffled skirt before crossing her arms, her halter top riding up showing off her naval piercing as she leaned back. “I know we’re supposed to go to school. But most of us learned everything we had to back home. This veil of normalcy won’t stand, we’re not normal. We’re misfits no matter where we go. We’re not the pedigree of heroes that Wing Man and Zee are, and we’re not Mundane like Gretta and Diggle there.” Karlie paused to point towards the norms who had slinked away towards the school. “We don’t fit into either world and we may as well make the best of that. If we don’t make choices for us, then we’ll lose what makes us special and I know each of you is special. Even you Rev.” Karlie added with a sly wink.
“So come on, let’s cut loose and enjoy what little time we have left as teenagers.” Karlie said as she waved for the others to follow. “Like I said, we’re not going to miss anything today anyways.”
Wayde replied as he caught a look from Greta, who was obviously into the man-bun.
#RIPPizza
But what about the pizza subplot?!? Did Rufus get it? If so, what toppings did we have? And was there any leftovers to have for breakfast?THESE ARE THE THINGS I NEED TO KNOW!
Nike, robbed of cultural experiences already.
Karlie was slightly taken aback with how Nike handled Arthur. But she had to admit, the girl's sheer tenacity in showing Arthur the error of his ways was astounding. Although she didn't overly appreciate it when Nike's tirade was channeled towards Karlie herself when she had interjected in Nike's defense. Still there was something to be said about the Amazon's outlook and philosophy as a whole.
#Goals
Karlie thought with a smile adding the Amazon's home as a destination vacation to her personal bucket list. Rev's response however quickly brought Karlie back to the present as the alien regurgitated some 'Menist' nonsense he no doubt watched from some moron on YouTube with a neck beard and a fedora. It was probably for the best that Rev then gave chase to Arthur. Perhaps then the two could go and talk about their feeling together, cuddle, maybe have some Netflix and chill time. As long as Karlie didn't have to see the two of them anyways she would be happy.
However, the search for food quickly resumed despite the introduction of Karsin and his lust for misadventures. As he introduced himself, Karlie caught the look the other boy gave her as she raised any eyebrow of her own to match his smirk. Her eyes met his gaze, holding it before giving him a wink and withdrawing her hand. Following after Julien and Nike, Karlie gave Nike's behind a quick swat as the group emerged into the kitchen.
There, Greta sat at the table, her eyes bugging out at the sight of Nike as a small panic formed in Karlie's chest. Were they supposed to hide their identities from the other students? Karlie couldn't remember and likely would have blown everyone's cover right then and there had it not been for the timely arrival of Zatanna.
#Relief
As Greta left, Karlie's eyes followed Karsin as the younger boy raided the fridge. Her nose crinkled in mock disgust as he pulled forth an apple and water before she decided it would be best to take matters into her own hands.
"What do we got?" The girl asked rhetorically as she opened the fridge door and took a look. There really wasn't much selection to be had within the fridge but an idea dawned on her as Karlie turned around to face Rufus.
"Hey, Dash, would you mind doing little ol'me an itty-bitty favour?" Karlie asked, one hand tugging at the collar of her tank top, while the other twirled a strand of her hair. She batted her long eyelashes as she took a step towards Rufus. "Could you go get us a couple of New York Deep Dish pies?" Karlie stuck out her bottom lip as she completed the request. "Hashtag, pretty please?"
#Goals
Karlie thought with a smile adding the Amazon's home as a destination vacation to her personal bucket list. Rev's response however quickly brought Karlie back to the present as the alien regurgitated some 'Menist' nonsense he no doubt watched from some moron on YouTube with a neck beard and a fedora. It was probably for the best that Rev then gave chase to Arthur. Perhaps then the two could go and talk about their feeling together, cuddle, maybe have some Netflix and chill time. As long as Karlie didn't have to see the two of them anyways she would be happy.
However, the search for food quickly resumed despite the introduction of Karsin and his lust for misadventures. As he introduced himself, Karlie caught the look the other boy gave her as she raised any eyebrow of her own to match his smirk. Her eyes met his gaze, holding it before giving him a wink and withdrawing her hand. Following after Julien and Nike, Karlie gave Nike's behind a quick swat as the group emerged into the kitchen.
There, Greta sat at the table, her eyes bugging out at the sight of Nike as a small panic formed in Karlie's chest. Were they supposed to hide their identities from the other students? Karlie couldn't remember and likely would have blown everyone's cover right then and there had it not been for the timely arrival of Zatanna.
#Relief
As Greta left, Karlie's eyes followed Karsin as the younger boy raided the fridge. Her nose crinkled in mock disgust as he pulled forth an apple and water before she decided it would be best to take matters into her own hands.
"What do we got?" The girl asked rhetorically as she opened the fridge door and took a look. There really wasn't much selection to be had within the fridge but an idea dawned on her as Karlie turned around to face Rufus.
"Hey, Dash, would you mind doing little ol'me an itty-bitty favour?" Karlie asked, one hand tugging at the collar of her tank top, while the other twirled a strand of her hair. She batted her long eyelashes as she took a step towards Rufus. "Could you go get us a couple of New York Deep Dish pies?" Karlie stuck out her bottom lip as she completed the request. "Hashtag, pretty please?"
Anyone wanna get some posties up?
Out of town for the weekend, but if I get the chance I will throw one up.
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