Always Brave

"My name is Becky. I live in Gotham and once upon a time I testified against the Scarecrow." Independent roleplay bog for Becky Albright from the Mistress of Fear comic. Faceclaim: Lauren Ambrose Tracking URL. Read Rules before interacting. Has a Gotham TV Show verse.

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   MOVED TO HERE. Still setting up, please discuss with me OOC whatever you want to be carried over.

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“I told myself I was over all the stuff I went through as a kid. But I was fooling myself. I’d just buried it, not dealt with the pain, and that was making me sicker than I already am. 

                                                                                                         Now, thanks to the Scarecrow…                                                                                                          maybe I can start dealing with it.”

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   MOVED TO HERE. Still setting up, please discuss with me OOC whatever you want to be carried over.

[notyourmistressoffear]

“I told myself I was over all the stuff I went through as a kid. But I was fooling myself. I’d just buried it, not dealt with the pain, and that was making me sicker than I already am. 

                                                                                                         Now, thanks to the Scarecrow…                                                                                                          maybe I can start dealing with it.”

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MOVED

   MOVED TO HERE. Still setting up, please discuss with me OOC whatever you want to be carried over.

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MOVED

   MOVED TO HERE. Still setting up, please discuss with me OOC whatever you want to be carried over.

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“I’m doing this all for you               I’m doing this all for me.”

//thought this would be a nice way to start out the blog. Piece based on this picture of Harvey’s faceclaim.

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   >> i miss becky so much and i am like. 100% sure i could write her better now but I have no actual muse or will to be here. i need a set of bagpipes so i can properly mourn this blog.

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>> totally gonna end up re-making this blog

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You were hurt badly, and those scars will be with you for ever. I feel sorry for you, I really do. But think of it like this: it’s not too late to recover. You’re young, you’re tough. You’re adaptable. You can patch up your wounds, lift up your head and move on.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore 

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I care.         I care a lot.                 It’s kinda my thing.

Leslie Knope  (via vvielded)

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>> [stares at rp community] 

where did all of my friends go 

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tis the season

    christmas was only a week away. during that time, riddler had kept     himself very busy. negotiations with crime bosses, dodging vigilantes,     keeping his safe house clean and ready for any visitors he may get. 

    in that time, he had also planned on making a visit to an old friend.     granted, she may not think of them as such anymore (and she had     made it quite clear before, but edward had never been one to take no     for an answer unless it was the answer he wanted). he was still going to     pay her a visit, give her a present; see if she had reconsidered his offer     of partnership, and ask again if it was still no.

    why he hadn’t just done away with her the moment she came into power,     he had no satisfactory answer to. 

    she hadn’t moved since the last time he had paid her a visit. a shame, really,     because edward had set someone to watch and report her every move.     not that he couldn’t get it from the paparazzi, but he preferred to obtain his     information in more… clandestine methods.

    with a small gift-wrapped box under his arm, his cane in hand, switchblade     in pocket, he sat himself down in her house once more and waited.

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   Life has been stressful. Technically, it had always been stressful  for the woman ever since she was just a girl. Fate dealt some a good  hand of cards, and sometimes it dealt others a bad hand of cards. Becky had been dealt the worst of the worst, and still she walked through life the best she could. Some called her inspirational, but she retorted that she  just did what she had to do to live. Those determined to live could do  marvelous thing when they were pushed. So, yes. Life had always been  stressful for her, but now it had reached new heights. By following her  dream, she painted a red target on herself. Beckoning criminals to take a  lucky shot. Smash the pesky fly. Rid of a complication in their trade. 

   Would anyone fully believe it was all because she was a good person?  About as good as she could be without getting dumped in a river by moonlight.  She was an anomaly in this corrupted, cesspool of a city she was determined to remain so. 

   Hard to do so when harassed by criminals so many times. Criminals she hated, criminals she used to love, criminals she used to know. They flocked to her, nearly begging for her to finally cross that line... and she never did. And they never acted.                                                                                       Plucky Becky.                                                                                       Lucky Becky. 

   She became the master of her own cards, but one’s luck only runs so far. Here she was, attempting to unlock her door to find it was already unlocked.  A bad sign, seeing as she triple locks and triple checks her doors every time she leaves and enters her house. Becky’s hand slipped into the purse that was  loosely swung over her shoulder, an almost hilariously small pistol sitting in a  pocket inside her purse greeted her slender fingers. She kept her hands inside her purse instead of pulling the gun out, while her free hand laid her cane up  against a wall and flipped the light switch on. 

                                                         “You again?” 

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"She isn't everything you hate. She is everything you fear."

Independent DC universe Becky Albright RP blog.

4+ years of RP experience. One+ year experience RPing Becky. 

Underage mun. No smut. Mun finds violence and gore okay. 

Multiverse friendly - AU friendly - OC friendly. 

Everything is appropriately tagged. 

Friendly mun. Open to plotting and OOC talk.

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