Just watch what I can do!

Just a small town girl with big shoes to fill. They call me Cardinal, now watch me soar. DC Universe Legacy OC Face Claim: Lily Cole

[legacybird]

//Okay, so I know I haven't been around for weeks, and this is OOC, but I am so bored right now

[legacybird]

thelittlestpowers started following you

[legacybird]

  "Aww, thanks very much, sugar. Promise I’m not a model, though." Robin blushed slightly at that. No one had called her a model before; at least, no one without ulterior motives. "If you think I’m pretty, you should meet my Ma." Tiffany Kent was one of those women that had aged quite gracefully. If anyone in their house should be a model, she thought, it should be her.

“Wow, Harvard? Tha’s impressive.” Only thirteen and already planning a career path? This girl was certainly more on top of things than she’d been at that age, possibly even more together than she was now. At thirteen, the country girl had been mostly focussed on preventing her blossoming Kryptonian abilities from creating trouble for her. “So, would you and yer brother be runnin’ the show together then? You said ‘e works ‘ere too, right?”

The redhead followed after her. “Sure, we c’n go f’r coffee. Ya might wanna stick t’ decaf, though. I hear caffeine stunts yer growth.” Whether it was true or not, Robin didn’t know, but there sure were a lot of people that said it.

[thelittlestpowers]

"Yeah, Harvard’s where my dad went and learned everything he knows, so I think it would be a good place to start." she nodded, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

When Robin mentioned Paxton and her running the company together, Orion burst into loud peals of laughter. Upon receiving several displeased looks, she quieted down.

"Paxton isn’t the greatest businessman in the world. I’d rather run the show alone if it were up to me." 

"There’s one of those chain coffee places on the lower floors. I think the fifth? And decaf? Are you kidding me? Decaf’s for twips." she smirked up at the redhead. 

"So, what do you do other than work on your parents’ farm? Do you guys have horses? I’ve always wanted to ride a horse." 

[legacybird]

"Soun's like a pretty solid plan. If it worked for 'im, why not give it a try, ri'?" If what your parents did appealed to you, that would give you a built-in support system for the journey there. Robin was already kind of following in her father's footsteps, though she didn't know if she was going to be a superhero/farmer for her whole life.

The redhead gave her companion a bewildered look, what was so funny? "Ahh, alri' then. Why'd yer brother get into business if he's no good at it? Or is it one of those 'what's expected' kinda deals?" Parental pressure could be kind of hard to stand up to, maybe her brother really wanted to be a musician, or something.

Nodding along, she cracked a smile. "Alri', alri'. I'm not gonna make ya drink decaf. Jus' lead the way." Robin put her hands up in a show of surrender. If 'twip' meant 'kid' then that's exactly what the blonde was, but given as she already seemed so adult in her plans, it seemed unwise to point that out.

"I work at a diner in town, waitressin'. Gives me a li'l extra pocket money t' spend on fun things. We've got a couple o' horses, I'm sure if you cleared it with yer folks 'n mine you could come have a ride." They'd just have to make sure not to let her wander the barn unattended lest she stumble upon something she shouldn't.

[legacybird]

Not Always Better

[legacybird]

" I dunno if you looked in a mirror lately, but you ain’t such a bad lookin’ guy yerself, Willie." Like a princess in an old fairytale, Willie Watt’s beauty had blossomed in the time Robin had known him. If the wrestling thing did come to pass, surely there would be no shortage of people who’d love to watch the two of them take each other on. The only issue would be that she didn’t have any method of recording it.

The redheaded man rolled his eyes, “Gee, I dunno, man. Look at her. She just looks like she’d be all kinds of fun, and not necessarily the family-friendly kind, neither.” From the spot where his female self sat putting on her shoes, one of them sailed across the room, connecting with the back of his curly, moppish head.

"Jus’ because you’re repressed, an’ wanna get busy with Carrie," and possibly herself, she added silently, that was a little odd. She wasn’t that vain, was she? “Doesn’t mean things ‘r the same with Willie an’ I. Got it?”

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

Even upon hearing it, Willie wasn’t sure how true of a statement Robin’s claim was. She’d first seen him as a gaunt, malnourished ex-Powerhouse prisoner. He’d filled out since then, putting on more muscle and a little padding to look more than healthy, but fit. He had to admit; his body did look rather nice. He’d agree with her to that point, but he saw way too much of Frank in his face to agree that he wasn’t bad-lookin’.

The fact of the matter was Robin truly was a gorgeous girl. With those pretty blue eyes and her long red hair, not to mention that killer hourglass figure, country girl Kent here had all kinds of lovely features. She was one of the most attractive girls Willie knew, but that didn’t necessarily mean they had that kind of chemistry to them.

“Listen to the lady, Kent,” Willie warned. “She means it.”

[legacybird]

The teen boy arched an eyebrow at the shoe thrown at him, examining it for a few seconds before tossing it back at his double. "Whatever," he shrugged, doing up his own shoes. If they continued to argue about the differences between his home and here, they'd never get out the door. "So, are we ready t' go, then?"

Robin nodded, tying the shoe that had been previously used as a projectile, and looking to Willie. "You gonna lead the way, Will?"

[harleycrow-blog]

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[harleycrow-blog]

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[legacybird]

Runs in the family

legacybird: (in regards to a picture of Earth 11 Robin and Carrie) It's funny because Robin and Willie aren't interested in each other like that at all.

secondgensuperman: But switch the bits around and they're all over each other?

legacybird: Pretty much, yeah...

secondgensuperman: Well, he's a boy after his old man's....Can't really say heart...Uhh, libido?

[tattedlovehearts-blog]

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

A scuffle is heard from the roof as Robin argued with the security system again. She held a Tupperware container up to the machines electronic eye, assuming it to be some sort of camera. "Happy Birthday, Willie~" she called.

He’d been making home repairs again. After all, this was his house, not Frank’s. If he wanted to install a retracting window-door with refortified light-filtration smart-glass for his attic, that was his prerogative. No one could stop him from adding something like that.

Considering some of the friends he’d made in the past year, it felt like a good thing to add. “She’s going to recognize your voice soon enough, I promise,” Willie’s voice called out as the attic-door opened. There he was, giving a sheepish grin as he waved. “What’s in the container?”

[legacybird]

"I s’pose. Though livin’ a couple miles outta town in th’ middle o’ nowhere’s a pretty good deterrent, too." Not that the Kents didn’t have their own form of security. Anyone arriving on the property would think it was just a regular old farm house, one that, on the surface, hadn’t changed much since it was built in the 19th century. Most of the changes Tiffany and Conner had made, with the exception of expanding to fit their family, had been subterranean. A potential intruder would have to find it, before they could even begin to start unraveling the security measures that protected the Nest.

"Thanks, I was thinkin’ ‘bout the kinda stuff you like, an’ I figgered you liked computers, so I thought I’d ice ‘em to look like parts o’ one." Originally she’d considered bringing along ice cream, but decided that it would probably melt along the way, even if she did pack it in ice.

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

“I’ve got some ice cream in the freezer, but I’m not so sure it’s going to taste that good with these…considering it’s green tea.” He had ginger ice cream, too, but that sounded every bit as unappetizing next to iced brownies. “Want to stay inside for a bit and snack on these? Between the cake I got from one friend and now these, I’ll be snacking on sweets for a whole week.”

[legacybird]

Robin laughed. "Maybe not, but it'd sure go nicely wi' the frosting." She smiled, "Sure. I'd love to sit 'n chat with you a bit." The admission of how many sweets he'd gotten made her laugh. "Well, 's always good t' know folks appreciate ya, right?"

[legacybird]

"Can’t say I e’er heard o’ Bialya. It a fun place?" Judging from the girl’s face, she guessed not. Either that or she found Robin herself unpleasant.

[sanguisxregio-deactivated201511]

It was a little bit of both. “If you find miles of sand and heat fun, then yes. Super duper fun.”

[legacybird]

The farm girl shrugged. "Can' say I'm really partial to it, but tha's why the beach is so popular, ri'?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

A scuffle is heard from the roof as Robin argued with the security system again. She held a Tupperware container up to the machines electronic eye, assuming it to be some sort of camera. "Happy Birthday, Willie~" she called.

He’d been making home repairs again. After all, this was his house, not Frank’s. If he wanted to install a retracting window-door with refortified light-filtration smart-glass for his attic, that was his prerogative. No one could stop him from adding something like that.

Considering some of the friends he’d made in the past year, it felt like a good thing to add. “She’s going to recognize your voice soon enough, I promise,” Willie’s voice called out as the attic-door opened. There he was, giving a sheepish grin as he waved. “What’s in the container?”

[legacybird]

She sighed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. “I ‘ope so. You got this place locked up tight as a fortress, Willie.” Looking around, the redhead was tempted to make a comment about how he should be enjoying himself on his birthday, rather than working. However, knowing Willie, this probably was fun for him. Turning her attention to her package, Robin grinned and popped the top. “I made ya some brownies. Hope ya like ‘em.” Inside, it was stuffed with brownies that had been iced to resemble supersized circuit boards. Mercifully, these had not been smeared or crushed during the flight over.

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

"If you knew even half the crazies I did, you’d want to amp up security, too, I assure you." This city bred all kinds of batshit and as Willie became more and more acquainted with the real world, he started to realize just how many there were, even in the "safe" parts of Gotham.

"You made—" She had him at brownies. Willie opened the container, noticed how they were iced, and started to snicker. “You made them look like microchips and circuitboards. That’s hilarious.”

[legacybird]

"I s'pose. Though livin' a couple miles outta town in th' middle o' nowhere's a pretty good deterrent, too." Not that the Kents didn't have their own form of security. Anyone arriving on the property would think it was just a regular old farm house, one that, on the surface, hadn't changed much since it was built in the 19th century. Most of the changes Tiffany and Conner had made, with the exception of expanding to fit their family, had been subterranean. A potential intruder would have to find it, before they could even begin to start unraveling the security measures that protected the Nest.

"Thanks, I was thinkin' 'bout the kinda stuff you like, an' I figgered you liked computers, so I thought I'd ice 'em to look like parts o' one." Originally she'd considered bringing along ice cream, but decided that it would probably melt along the way, even if she did pack it in ice.

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

A scuffle is heard from the roof as Robin argued with the security system again. She held a Tupperware container up to the machines electronic eye, assuming it to be some sort of camera. "Happy Birthday, Willie~" she called.

He’d been making home repairs again. After all, this was his house, not Frank’s. If he wanted to install a retracting window-door with refortified light-filtration smart-glass for his attic, that was his prerogative. No one could stop him from adding something like that.

Considering some of the friends he’d made in the past year, it felt like a good thing to add. “She’s going to recognize your voice soon enough, I promise,” Willie’s voice called out as the attic-door opened. There he was, giving a sheepish grin as he waved. “What’s in the container?”

[legacybird]

She sighed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "I 'ope so. You got this place locked up tight as a fortress, Willie." Looking around, the redhead was tempted to make a comment about how he should be enjoying himself on his birthday, rather than working. However, knowing Willie, this probably was fun for him. Turning her attention to her package, Robin grinned and popped the top. "I made ya some brownies. Hope ya like 'em." Inside, it was stuffed with brownies that had been iced to resemble supersized circuit boards. Mercifully, these had not been smeared or crushed during the flight over.

[legacybird]

thelittlestpowers started following you

[legacybird]

"Well, there ya go. If yer Dad says it, it mus’ be true, right? I don’ think you need to be tall as me. Bein’ tall’s not the same as bein’ graceful." Robin gave the young girl a friendly grin, she could feel her staring. 

"Yeah, it’s a long ways from ‘ere. She normally works from her office at home, bu’ sometimes she hasta come out here an’ do some stuff." She loved spending time with her mother. Tiffany was a busy woman, but she still took time for her family amidst her responsibilities.

"Nah, I finished school couple years ago. Now I work at the diner in town." If she were to do school, the next step would be college or university, but she really didn’t have much desire for either, nor any idea what she’d study if she did. "Business school, huh? Are you gonna work at a place like this when ya grow up?"

[thelittlestpowers]

Orion beamed when Robin made the comment about her father.

"Pretty much, yeah. He’s really smart. But you’re like…model tall. I’ve been to fashion shows with my mom." 

Orion could relate to wanting to spend time with her family. She followed Derek around perpetually as a child, and her mother would often have to redirect her so Derek could get some work done.

"Mmhm. Dad says I’ll probably be going to Harvard in no time." she laughed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"Well, I hope I work at THIS place. My dad’s the CEO, after all. Somebody’s got to take over one day." 

She began to walk ahead, looking over her shoulder for her new friend.

"Wanna go grab a coffee or something?" at thirteen, Orion was already becoming quite a bit of the caffeine junkie. It kept her up through class anyway, and no one at home noticed she had started drinking it.

[legacybird]

"Aww, thanks very much, sugar. Promise I’m not a model, though." Robin blushed slightly at that. No one had called her a model before; at least, no one without ulterior motives. "If you think I'm pretty, you should meet my Ma." Tiffany Kent was one of those women that had aged quite gracefully. If anyone in their house should be a model, she thought, it should be her.

"Wow, Harvard? Tha's impressive." Only thirteen and already planning a career path? This girl was certainly more on top of things than she'd been at that age, possibly even more together than she was now. At thirteen, the country girl had been mostly focussed on preventing her blossoming Kryptonian abilities from creating trouble for her. "So, would you and yer brother be runnin' the show together then? You said 'e works 'ere too, right?" The redhead followed after her. "Sure, we c'n go f'r coffee. Ya might wanna stick t' decaf, though. I hear caffeine stunts yer growth." Whether it was true or not, Robin didn't know, but there sure were a lot of people that said it.

[legacybird]

Not Always Better

[legacybird]

"No schway. There was a gal from our school had the same thing happen to her. Definitely gave her quite the attitude when it came to gaming, apparently." He thought for a moment. "Nah, I think we went there a couple times, but the one we usually go to was called VR Room. It was closer to Carrie’s place."

Robin could see the gears turning in her friend’s head at the mention of wrestling. She rolled her eyes, boys will be boys, after all. Turning an amused glance to her male counterpart, she waited for him to take the bait. He, however, didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy puffing out his chest at the look of admiration Willie had for the wrestling idea.

She had to stifle her laughter at the thought of Willie and her male self ‘wrestling’. “Now that is somethin’ I bet folks’d pay good money t’ see,” she teased. As much fun as she was sure he had with Carrie, fighting the male technopath probably wouldn’t bring him the same joy…Or maybe it would, not like she’d judge him either way. 

The male demi-Kryptonian gave the two others an unimpressed stare. “What makes you think I’d be the loser. If you wrestled girl-me there, you might even have some fun.” There obviously wasn’t the same kind of tension between the two of them on this earth, but that didn’t mean that being so close to her obviously attractive figure wouldn’t cause Willie to become  a little ‘excited’.

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

Corey’s parents were game reviewers and owned the Retrofuturist. They were well off and always struck Willie as some of the schwayer parents in the high school. They loved their son to pieces, played the same games he did, and seemed more like two cool older friends than actual parents. Then again, for Corey, that probably worked just fine. He was a polite, friendly, smart kid in the honors program. So far as he knew, the Cavalieris didn’t have any issues (they didn’t) or skeletons in their closet (they didn’t). They were simply a fun and merry trio.

Robin’s quip about the guy-on-guy wrestling brought Willie back to the present. “Huh? Nah. They’d want to see attractive guys do shit like that. That’s only true for one of us!” And by that, he meant guy-Robin…or the whole thing could be taken as a clearly teasing joke. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Sure, Robin was very pretty and had a charming personality, but couldn’t a guy and a girl be platonic friends without some kind of hidden agenda?

[legacybird]

" I dunno if you looked in a mirror lately, but you ain't such a bad lookin' guy yerself, Willie." Like a princess in an old fairytale, Willie Watt's beauty had blossomed in the time Robin had known him. If the wrestling thing did come to pass, surely there would be no shortage of people who'd love to watch the two of them take each other on. The only issue would be that she didn't have any method of recording it.

The redheaded man rolled his eyes, "Gee, I dunno, man. Look at her. She just looks like she'd be all kinds of fun, and not necessarily the family-friendly kind, neither." From the spot where his female self sat putting on her shoes, one of them sailed across the room, connecting with the back of his curly, moppish head.

"Jus' because you're repressed, an' wanna get busy with Carrie," and possibly herself, she added silently, that was a little odd. She wasn't that vain, was she? "Doesn't mean things 'r the same with Willie an' I. Got it?"

[legacybird]

"Vacation’s ‘r good. Where’s yer ma live?"

[sanguisxregio-deactivated201511]

"Al-Qawiyah, Bialya." She remarks with the slightest hint of discontent in her voice.

[legacybird]

"Can't say I e'er heard o' Bialya. It a fun place?" Judging from the girl's face, she guessed not. Either that or she found Robin herself unpleasant.

[superconniekent]

"Yeah, you wouldn't mind keeping that a secret, would you?"

"Not at all." Connie smiled "I did almost the same thing when I was your age."

[legacybird]

"Still, it’s embarrassing!” He ran a hand through his scarlet curls, and grimaced.

[superconniekent]

"That’s why you don’t get caught." Connie thought for a second "Pretend I didn’t say that."

[legacybird]

Robin laughed. “I get the feeling you got Ma into a lot of trouble when you were my age.”

[superconniekent]

“No." Connie replied sternly "I never got in trouble. I was a perfect angel."

[legacybird]

"Pfft, that's a fat load o' crap. No way you didn't get inta trouble when you were my age"

[superconniekent]

"These ropes are too tight." -Earth 11

"Just wait. It’ll be over soon enough." Connie replied casually, pulling them tighter

[legacybird]

"Auntie, what are you doing?" Robin asked, staring at his bonds with growing worry.

[superconniekent]

"Dont worry, Robin." Connie spoke gently, like she was comforting a scared child "Everythings fine."

[legacybird]

"But I don’ un’erstand what you’re doin’." He pursed his lips. "Why won’ you tell me?"

[superconniekent]

"Its nothing." she replied "I just need to keep you from moving."

[legacybird]

"But why can’t I move? What’re you doin’?"

[superconniekent]

"I just need you to hold still." Connie smiled softly, moving towards the kitchen "everything’s fine."

[legacybird]

"Aunt Connie, I’m scared…What’s goin’ on?" The redhead shivered slightly against his bonds.

[superconniekent]

Connie stopped in her tracks at the sound of her nephews voice, something inside of her snapped back. She turned to Robin, rushing over to undo his bonds, knowing she’d be unable to explain what had happened or why.

[legacybird]

Robin followed his aunt with his eyes. "Auntie? What're you doin'? Why did you tie me up?"

[legacybird]

thelittlestpowers started following you

[legacybird]

Robin smiled. “I’m glad you’re alright. I really oughta be more aware o’ my surroundin’s.” 

She laughed at the girl’s comment. “You’re actually taller than my Ma, an’ since you’re still a kid, betchu’ve got more growin’ t’ do yet.” Pushing her hair out of her face again, she grinned. “That obvious, is it?” She knew her accent easily pegged her as an outsider, and it was something that made her a little self-conscious at times. “I’m from Smallville, Kansas. Ma grew up here in Gotham, that’s how come I’m way out here.”  That elicited another laugh. “You too, huh? Only folks I know tha’ work here are my Ma ‘n Uncle Tim.” At the mention of homework, Robin wrinkled her nose. “Never was much a fan o’ that stuff. What grade ‘r you in?”

[thelittlestpowers]

"Dad says I’m probably going to be tall. I have long legs and all…but I probably won’t be as tall as you. " Orion said, looking her over. She thought she could be a model, she was that tall. Who knows, maybe she was.

"I’ve never been to Smallville before, but I’ve heard of it. I think there’s a kid in my class who came from there. It was nice you travelled all the way here to be with your mom." 

Orion was never exactly close with her own mother. She was much more of a Daddy’s Girl, merely humoring her mother when she tried to make her her little doll. 

"I hate it. Like, I don’t really think I need to know poetry if I plan on going into a business school. I’m in eighth grade. I can’t wait to be done with it. What about you? Are you in school?" 

[legacybird]

"Well, there ya go. If yer Dad says it, it mus' be true, right? I don' think you need to be tall as me. Bein' tall's not the same as bein' graceful." Robin gave the young girl a friendly grin, she could feel her staring. 

"Yeah, it's a long ways from 'ere. She normally works from her office at home, bu' sometimes she hasta come out here an' do some stuff." She loved spending time with her mother. Tiffany was a busy woman, but she still took time for her family amidst her responsibilities.

"Nah, I finished school couple years ago. Now I work at the diner in town." If she were to do school, the next step would be college or university, but she really didn't have much desire for either, nor any idea what she'd study if she did. "Business school, huh? Are you gonna work at a place like this when ya grow up?"

[legacybird]

Not Always Better

[legacybird]

"Pretty sure there’s not a single kid in Gotham who hasn’t played Sentries. Can’t say I was as inta it as some of the kids were, but it was pretty schway. As for what Carrie an’ I played, well…" His face grew reddish again, "Aside from horror movie slaughter fests, we played a lot of wrestling…" A quick cough and Robin’s pigmentation was back to its normal hue. "I think a battle game would be best. Haven’t you ever wanted to fight Robin?"

She gave her counterpart a wry grin, “Nah, I wanna see you guys duke it out firs’. That is, if yer cool wi’ tha’, Willie.” After watching the two of them get into such a heated debate the night before, she wanted to see how much of that aggression played out in a virtual fist fight. “An’ don’t think that wrestling comment slipped by me, neither. I think I can guess exactly what kind o’ wrestlin’, you’re talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ up to with Carrie. Though if it’s all virtual, that could explain why yer so uptight.”

Robin knew they’d heard stories about her boyself’s escapades with the female technopath, but it was kind of fun to get him riled up and make him spill his guts.

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

“One of the underclassmen was so into the game that he managed to get an invite from Simon Harper to see Sentrycroft.” Said underclassman also met and befriended Eldon Michaels: the original writer for the games. Willie had also met Michaels recently and thought he was a pretentious douche with a beer gut and an impressive neckbeard. “He still mentions that like it’s a badge of honor at the VRcade…which his parents own. Did you and Carrie play at the Retrofuturist, by any chance?”

Still, nothing cracked him up more than hearing Jackie Wallace say the ‘sentries to the challenge’ line a few weeks back. “And wrestling? Huh…” More like thank you for the unconventional date idea; I wonder how long it’ll take before my girlfriend catches on. Probably not long at all. She could read him like a damn book.

“That’s fine by me!” he insisted as he put a pair of shoes on. All you have to do is sit back, relax, and watch the master at work. And don’t worry, Kent.” He had to say it. He just had to. “I won’t make the loser wrestle me.”

[legacybird]

"No schway. There was a gal from our school had the same thing happen to her. Definitely gave her quite the attitude when it came to gaming, apparently." He thought for a moment. "Nah, I think we went there a couple times, but the one we usually go to was called VR Room. It was closer to Carrie's place."

Robin could see the gears turning in her friend's head at the mention of wrestling. She rolled her eyes, boys will be boys, after all. Turning an amused glance to her male counterpart, she waited for him to take the bait. He, however, didn't seem to notice. He was too busy puffing out his chest at the look of admiration Willie had for the wrestling idea.

She had to stifle her laughter at the thought of Willie and her male self 'wrestling'. "Now that is somethin' I bet folks'd pay good money t' see," she teased. As much fun as she was sure he had with Carrie, fighting the male technopath probably wouldn't bring him the same joy...Or maybe it would, not like she'd judge him either way. 

The male demi-Kryptonian gave the two others an unimpressed stare. "What makes you think I'd be the loser. If you wrestled girl-me there, you might even have some fun." There obviously wasn't the same kind of tension between the two of them on this earth, but that didn't mean that being so close to her obviously attractive figure wouldn't cause Willie to become  a little 'excited'.