Hello Friend. I am a lemon-colored hat. I once belonged to a superhero! But then he grew upset at me for all that I represented to him. The seconds in which I was hurtled toward the ground were some of the worst I've ever experienced, but then I met floor and all was well. I might not live in a world of thrilling action anymore, but I'm happy. (Hey, this is an indie Hat rp blog. The ship is HatxFloor. Hat has no pronoun preference so it doesn't matter if you use he or she; whatever you feel like. Also, most of this is gonna be headcanons since Hat is a very minor character. Forgive me because I have no idea what I'm doing.)
"Not much, really. I mostly observe and listen to what's going on around me. I know some stuff about fighting, but probably nothing that you haven't already learned yourself."
/// Okay, so I'm doing replies and trying to get stuff done. I'm sorry that I've been gone for the last week or so, but I'm back to school and it's having a big emotional toll on me unfortunately. If I responding to anyone don't hesitate to tell me.
The hat was used to confusion whenever she first met someone. In fact, it was much more odd if there wasn’t confusion.”It’s me! I’m the hat on the ground!”
Batman looked to the yellow hat and one eye widened at the arch of his unseen brow. Cautiously, he would approach it and knelt to pick it up, looking where it was on the ground to see if anything moved from under it.
Nothing.
A glance inside to see any microphone or trickery.
Nothing that he could see.
"Okay…" he hesitated but still held onto the hat "So a talking hat…?"
He wasn’t sure what else to say honestly. He had to be going insane.
Media teacher: Part of why media is so constant is that it's so temporary. You can get emotional watching your favorite TV show, but after it's over, you forget about it and move on with your life. You might be upset if a character dies, but you wouldn't lock yourself in your room with a pint of ice cream and cry about it.
It was a cool, breezy, night in Gotham, your typical summer night that cooled off the city after a blistering hot day. Batman was using the mini-binoculars to scan the area when he heard the voice.
Lowering the binoculars and swiftly turning he saw no one. Nothing around him but the buildings and the darkness. There was a hat there, but it wasn’t unusual for a strong wind to whisk away an article of clothing elsewhere.
"Who’s there?" he called out, hoping he wasn’t dealing with some sort of invisible person. That would be just what he’d need at this point…
The hat was used to confusion whenever she first met someone. In fact, it was much more odd if there wasn't confusion."It's me! I'm the hat on the ground!"
"Correct i am an archer, one of the best actually, My names Apollo, i came from my mothers uterus and my favorite colour is green." taking in a new breath of air as he had answered that all in one breath.
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