#resiliencestarter

[cfbarryallens]

his attention is focused on his work, scribbling away various notes and formulas with a stack of papers on his desk. being a forensic scientist for the police department didn’t make for light work, and being the flash only seemed to accumulate more. his head doesn’t turn though he’s aware that someone has entered the lab. ‘ hey, come on in – so long as you aren’t bringing in paperwork. ’

[ofgumption]

{ OPEN }

The days after the gala had been weird, to say something. The nightmares still plagued her dreams every night, and no matter what she did to convince herself that Barry would be just fine, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of deep grief. They had plenty of reasons to be happy, and she was, yet it felt like there was a dark cloud looming over her head. At the sight of a familiar face, all those thoughts flew out of the window and she smiled. At least they all had each other to deal with it. For some reason, seeing them alone didn’t sit well with her. She ordered two chocolates, as she couldn't drink coffee for now, and made her way to their table. Bothering them was not her intention at all, but she couldn’t help herself when it came to those she considered friends. “Hey,” she greeted, taking a seat. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind some company.” She offered one of the cups. “All I ask for is a smile in return.”

[wickedxaim-blog]

It was her first ball hereon Earth46, and honestly Thea was pretty excited. Back home she had always loved ball. She’d practically grown up in the world of galas, attending this one, and that one with her family. It was part of being a Queen. Whilst there hadn’t been so many recently, not since her parents had died, she still adored being able to get dressed up, and sip expensive champagne. It was why she hadn’t said no to the invitation. Thea also knew it was a good networking opportunity. So.... she had happily dressed up, in a nice new expensive dress, and was happily sipping champagne. “Well... I will say the champagne is good” Even if the company so far, wasn’t the best. But one could hope for some improvement right?

[felinehearted-blog]

selina’s breath hitched in her throat as she caught sight of two sets of chocolate orbs staring at her from across the room. it was only for a moment, when she blinked they were gone as if they had never really been there at all. she knew it was impossible, her parents were dead and happily faded from her memory. yet every cell in her body sprung to life, dripping in a looming mix of utter dread and paranoia.  could the people who abandoned her, who died and left her to fend for herself when she was just a child, really be alive after all this time ? --- no. but that didn’t stop her instincts from kicking in when she felt someone approach behind her.

[arrowxette-blog]

Cissie was certain that Cassie was dead. She couldn’t calm the rapid beating of her heart, nor the anxiety that was caged in the chest. Cissie wasn’t sure how it happened, but she was certain that it was her best friend lying on the ground in front of her, an arrow lodged into her chest. An arrow that belonged to her. A small scream sounded from Cissie’s lips as she felt her legs buckle, staring down at the body that was part of her imagination. 

“Don’t do this to me, Cass. Wake up, wake up. “ A sob escaped past Cissie’s lips as she held her face into her hands. She didn’t notice the smudge of ash on her forehead staining into her hands or the smell of smoke growing heavier. The screams in the background didn’t matter. All that Cissie cared about was her best friend, that she assumed that she had killed. She didn’t know that there Cassie’s body wasn’t there, she was stuck. Never had she killed anyone, but coming close to it once was enough of a fear that was often a nightmare of its own for the ex-hero. 

[misslluthor-a]

“You know, I never get bored of these things.” Charity balls were not unfamiliar to Lena; growing up as a Luthor meant her presence had been expected at many such events over the years. Yet, unlike some people in similar situations to her, she had yet to grow tired of them. Oh, some were more of a chore to attend than others, but on the whole she still rather liked getting the opportunity to dress up for a night, and the fact the money raised helped people made things even better.

[kcnkent]

valentine’s day;  such a useless holiday.   at least, it’s how conner feels about it.   he isn’t fond of people as it is,  but witnessing pda every five minutes at a public event?  only enrages him more.   blame it on his lack of company during the special night,  but he felt like an avalanche of annoyance had struck him.   “i could murder someone right now...”

[wavingtheflcg-blog]

Lingering at the corner of the room Rick was the personification of a Do Not Enter sign, the stern look on his face keeping everyone at a sensible distance. If anyone asked he would insist that he had come to keep an eye on all the heroes he had helped bring to this Earth, but being honest with himself Rick was here doing what he did everyday - waiting for a sign of June. The Enchantress had proved tricky to track down, and so he was forced to resort into attending events with the slim chance of coming across her or one of her acquaintances. So as soon as someone crossed the line into the danger zone Rick’s gaze snapped up towards the intruder “You better be bringing me a drink”