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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 3:37:34 GMT -5
Having not really expected him to come in, surprise is quickly replaced by cold fury when he comes in, and her angry eyes glare at him all the way to foot of her bed. It takes her a moment to decide how to handle this, but the fact that what he's saying does little beyond further pissing her off makes the decision easier.
"PERVERT!" she accuses first. Because he did, after all, come into her room in spite of the fact that she's a teenage girl who did tell him that she was changing. Never mind the fact that she was lying - he still deserves it, at least in her opinion.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" she screams at him, emphasizing the point by swinging one of her pillows at him. Which is kind of a mixed thing, really - on one hand, it's a pillow, but on the other hand all the gymnastics classes she's been taking have given her a lot of upper body strength for a teenage girl. And it's a really nice, thick pillow with a bit of weight to them, and she's aiming right for the face. And she's not in the least bit holding back, either.
"GET OUT, GET OUT!" she repeats, following the first with the second, aimed at the back of his head. And, wary of running out of ammo, rather than throwing either of them she hangs onto both by a corner so that she has the option of pummeling him again if he doesn't get the message.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 3:48:38 GMT -5
"HEY! NO! NOT COOL!" His voice is a quiet and commanding growl. He's on his feet. He blocks the pillow with his bad arm and tenses it from the pain. When she does it a second time he catches it and pulls it from her. He catches her wrist, but he is careful, he does not grip too harshly, just enough.
"Look, here, sister! I know when someone's bullshittin' me and you were bullshittin' me. I'm all busted up already, I don't need you tryin' to do more damage. I had a shitty week, and I ain't gonna lettin' you gettin' to me, nope, no, nope."
Harvey lets her wrist go. He looks down at her with a weary pair of black eyes.
"Look, Selina ain't had a lotta experience with kids, let alone a teenager. I do, I had three little sisters, my dad was outta the picture when I was fifteen. I put all three of 'em through college myself, hell I even changed their diapers and threatened their prom dates. So, you wanna fight with me, then you're gonna do it with words. I ain't leavin' 'til we have, what I like to call, a little come to Jesus meeting. You got a beef and I want to make sure you can knaw on it without any problems, alright? You gonna play nice now? Hmmm? You ain't the first angsty teenager on the planet and you certainly won't be the last. We're strivin' for some peace up in this land, sister."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 4:05:02 GMT -5
Feeling his hand on her wrist, Charlotte reflexively tries to jerk it out of his grasp, but she's not strong enough for that so she gives him an angry grunt. Maybe Selina can teach her how to get out of a wrist grab - men are always doing that to her. Jerks.
Partly disarmed, she holds her other arm with the pillow behind herself since she knows that she needs to be careful if she decides to use it again, lest it meet the same fate as the first. In the meantime she satisfies herself with a furious glare at him as he attempts to negotiate. His complaints about his injuries get no sympathy - he's the one who chose to come into her room, after all, so he gets to face the consequences. And, ugh, not another adult telling a story about when they were young - she already sat through Selina's with a straight face. Will they never get that what happened to them and/or other people in another time and place have absolutely no relevance to her?
But fine, if he wants to talk, she has only one thing to say. But first she stands on her bed so that she can take full advantage of the fact that she can loom over him from that position. "Get out of my room!" she says lowly, quietly - almost growling it out. She doesn't give a damn about his sisters and his so-called expertise with teenagers - she doesn't have to listen to him! He's not the boss of her, and she's not about to let him try.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 4:40:50 GMT -5
Harvey threw the pillow down angrily and just turned and started to walk out. He sighed, its been a while. He turned to her once more before opening the door.
"Look, I don't like being lied to kid, and I'm sure you don't like it either. Don't lie to me and I'll return the favor. When you're ready to talk, come see me. I'll be in Selina's room."
Harvey walked out and shut the door behind him. He walked down the hall back to Selina's room and shut the door behind him.
"Bad idea, I shoulda known better. She needs to brood for a while."
Harvey collapsed forward onto the bed, face down.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 4:54:02 GMT -5
Still glaring at him until he's left the room, Charlotte gives a sharp exhale of contempt at his back. And stay out! And if he wants to wait for her to be ready to talk to him in Selina's room? Fine, he can stay there forever! Hopping off her bed, she retrieves her other pillow from the floor before returning both to their proper place on her bed. Maybe now she can sulk in peace!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 23:19:18 GMT -5
There is nothing from down the hall, and she is able to calm herself as she futzes with Jasper. But when the yelling starts, she has to sigh, patting the cat once more and sitting up. And forcing herself to remember she was a teen, once, too. And that she personally has a huge grudge against information she isn't privy to. Major grudge. In some universe, she'd be able to apply the old adage 'like mother, like daughter.' It is still applicable, so she smiles, sighing as she moves to her nightstand, withdrawing a small manila envelope, about 1" by 2". It has Charlotte's name on it in her script. Hobbling to her desk she goes to snag a piece of stationary, writing down some words. Some apologetic, some understanding, some stern, all with the undertone of love and compassion, tinged with realistic expectation.
Folding the paper into thirds, she takes that along with the paper and heads toward the kitchen, fixing several mugs and hiking them back to her room. It's a pain, but it also serves to distract her from the commotion in the teen's room. Part of it does bring a bit of a smirk to her face. She's got fire. But when there is a faint lull in the feminine squalling, she can just feel, more than hear that Harvey is speaking.. She knows the man all too well to know when he's pissed. And much like the density shift in Bruce, there is a physical change that comes over the detective. She'd seen it when he'd been observing the interrogation rooms.
So when the door reopens, Selina watches quietly as he collapses on the bed. Going to sit beside him she pokes at his side until he rolls over. A faint smile plays upon her lips as she holds out the mug of cocoa. Yes, she made two mugs of the same thing, one for him, one for Kit.
"Thank you. I'm guessing she is just as pissed that you went in there, instead of me. But I appreciate it. And I will make it up to you. I promise." Leaning along him, her lips press to his for a while, before she pulls away. She hates that there was an interruption. She'd rather be at his side. "I made cocoa. I'm going to talk to her. And if she doesn't want to talk, I can think of a few things we can do to pass the time, until she does. But this shit ain't gonna fly with me. Not with all she knows, and I know." It's not a threat, but a realistic approach." She passes him the mug before standing, papers in her hand, and pointing to the small bar-cart in her room. "You want to doctor that up a bit, go ahead." She's able to balance the mug, papers, and her crutches as she makes her way to the short zigzag that is the hall, and bumps the mug to the door. "Kit. I have something for you."
She at least waits a few seconds before her less-full hand opens the door, and she closes it behind her and quietly goes to the girl, hoping nothing is thrown at her. If so, she has the ability to evade, but it would be a feat considering what she has.
She sets the mug down on her nightstand, along with the papers, and the secured key. There is one locked door in Selina's home. A secured, door. One she has never mentioned. Or said a word about.
"I know you're mad. I can understand why, but I'm not going to assume. They are your feelings, and you have a right to feel them, no matter what. I just would prefer it if you would hear me out, before I leave. I don't want to keep anything from you. And I'm not. Ask me point blank, right now, if you believe I am leaving anything out," her words are calm, and quiet. And for once, to the point without childhood stories or rambling.
"A lot of things have occurred now quite how I imagined. And now, I have a strong feeling that this needs to be done now, rather than later. Next to the cup of cocoa, there is a key with your name on it. There is also two pieces of paper, tri-folded. One is yours. The other I need you to fill out, and return to me. I can help you with it, but the sooner, the better. And if you'd rather use the key, now, I would highly suggest it, as you have enough anger that I want to show you how to utilize it."
"Because while throwing pillows and screaming at someone is a good technique, I can show you a better one. Focus that anger into other avenues that are a fantastic way of utilizing methods of, shall we say, acute activity and particular, specific skillsets." She was partially making up terms, instead of flat out saying she was going to kick-start Charlotte's training, and giving her more than a peek into her new nightly activities.
But she wasn't going to force her. But there was a small window where they could harness her vivid, intense emotions and focus them into a product that would help the girl in more ways than she could wrap her mind around for the time being.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 3:15:09 GMT -5
When Selina enters her room, Charlotte's back to laying on her bed with her head buried in her pillows. She doesn't move this time, since she knows that it's Selina. And well, Selina is different. "I didn't say you could come in!" she protests, her voice muffled by the pillows. But it's a weak complaint and she knows it - it's definitely reasonable for Selina to come in right now without permission. She just wants to complain about it anyway.
So in spite of Selina's invasion of her room, she listens, though at first she doesn't give any sign of that. Partly because words alone aren't going to convince her that Selina's going to let her be angry. Nope, this is all going to lead to the woman trying to fix it right now and make it all better. Well, it's not that easy! It just isn't! So she makes no reply when Selina gives her an open invitation to ask.
But though she can ignore that, what Selina says next is more difficult to not respond to. Oh, she can ignore the cocoa - she's not hungry. At least not for anything that's probably a cheap attempt to make her feel better. The mention of a key and papers with no explanation of what they're even about, though, gnaws at her curiosity. And methods and skillsets? That's even worse than unexplained keys and papers! So even though her hand squeezes her pillow in irritation and she mentally kicks herself for doing so, she lifts her head out of the pillows and frowns at Selina as she asks, "What are you even talking about?" The question is clearly irritated, as she's quite sure that Selina's trying to trick her into something by dangling that carrot in front of her, but how in the hell is she supposed to resist it?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 6:09:14 GMT -5
"I agree. But there are times when things are bypassed, Kit." She responds quietly, and goes to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving enough distance between them that she's not encroaching on the teen's personal space. Going about setting her damn crutches leaning against the bed, she glances around and notices that Charlotte is a rather neat teen. The room did turn out quite well, even if they did have to make a few more trips and purchases. Such is life. Little tweaks here and there.
As she demonstrates she's not going to force Kit to do anything, she goes about lifting her nearly healed ankle onto her thigh and wrapping it with tape. A sort of Kineso tape whatever that she'd used in the past that holds up better than an ace bandage. Fingers test here and there for pain, and the assessment is done in time for a few words to be spoken again.
Raising her head to look at the girl, Selina restrains both a smile, and a bit of laughter. Curiosity. That fleeting, niggling emotion reinforces her initial decision in a good way. Rather good, even.
"Read the papers, then ask questions. I can either be in here when you do so, or ask me to leave. Or don't." Even though it would be much easier for Selina to help with all the measurements on the second page, and look at that, she even has a tape measure handy! Because how else is the girl going to get a suit made without measurements. And while Harvey may have tried to brute force things, to a degree, his way may have worked in a different situation. Otherwise she wouldn't have sent the man in. Her words are quiet, imploring and urging the girl to make her own choices, but to also realize that either choice has a consequence.
The second paper will require a bit more talking between the two, but it at least explains the not really there door in the hall, and why Charlotte needs a legitimate key.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 2:00:40 GMT -5
Giving a rather irritated sigh, Charlotte doesn't answer one way or the other about whether Selina should leave but instead shifts on the bed a little so that she can take the papers off the nightstand and skim them to at least see what they are. Though the first hardly gets a glance before she's rolling her eyes and flipping over to the second - she's certainly not in the mood for apologies or lectures of any kind, and that's what it appears to be at first glimpse. Though when she scans the second, it makes absolutely no sense. Well, aside from understanding that Selina apparently wants all her measurements, but why? Realizing that she's going to have to actually read both papers if she wants to truly satisfy her curiosity, she repeats the irritated sigh - fine, she'll read the damn papers.
Turning back to the first paper, a frown remains firmly in place on her face as she reads it. Nothing in it does very much to resolve her anger, but it does change the quality of it to some extent - turns down the temperature of it. And it's joined by another feeling, one of brooding thought. It's just... yes, she realizes that Selina's having to juggle a lot of shit right now and is honestly doing the best she can with everything. But still, Selina's not perfect and, though Charlotte doesn't expect her to be, that means that things will happen that are confusing and hurtful.
Moving back to the second page, which makes way more sense with a proper reading, she's only partway through when she pauses to retrieve the key from the desk and looks at it for a moment with a pensive frown. Turning her attention back to the paper, she idly plays with it with one hand as she continues to read, repeatedly letting it balance and roll over and around her fingers before catching it in her hand. Finally she stops and looks at Selina. "I don't know," she says, "I just... You think now is a good time to give me this?" The middle of the night? Which she's this ticked off? And Selina thinks this is good timing? Well, maybe it is, maybe it isn't - it doesn't feel like it to her. Then again, everything feels like crap right now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 13:43:31 GMT -5
After her foot is taped, she flexes it slightly until she is happy with it, and sits cross-legged on the bed It's actually comfortable. She'd love to be asleep, right now. But that is not going to happen! She's quiet as Charlotte reads the papers, an eyeroll here or there as she looks at both papers. At least the key is picked up, which is a good thing.
A very good thing, as she can see some, but not all of the tension shift from the girl. "Yes, I do. Because instead of sitting in here, waiting for the feelings to dissipate, why not focus them on a new skill." Selina shrugs, unfolds from the bed, and reclaims her crutches as she stands. "Ready?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 12:29:10 GMT -5
"Why not?" Charlotte repeats, making an aggravated sigh before says, "Because I don't know." She pauses, knowing that's a poor way of explaining her current feelings, but she's not exactly in a mood that's easy to describe - especially when she's actually feeling that mood. But she sighs again and tries anyway, "I'm pissed off, I'm tired, nobody is leaving me the hell alone, I can't think, and... this is for a fucking costume. I don't fucking know, okay?" And having said that she lets her head fall, her face landing heavily onto the bed, and then screams into her comforter - punching it once with the hand holding the key for good measure. And not a quiet scream, either, though fortunately for everyone's ears her comforter is quite plush and easily absorbs the vast majority of the noise.
Gotham's night crowd, with their fantastical costumes and names for themselves, is not exactly a new thing. When she was younger of course it all caught her curiosity, but it was also quite scary - the rogues and all the things that they do are clearly bad and dangerous, but even those fighting them aren't exactly warm and cuddly either. But most of her opinions of them come from her time on the street. There she still regarded both sides as dangerous and to be avoided, but not because of childish fears but simple good sense. She may have had a toe in crime herself with her lifestyle, but that was well beyond her. She'd kept apart from it, never wanting to have anything to do with it. And then suddenly she finds herself in the thick of it just because the woman who tried to help her out is Catwoman.
Lifting her head from the bed after a moment, she asks, "What do I do?" Because, like she said, she doesn't have the slightest idea. And Selina is probably the one and only person she trusts to give her advice. Though unfortunately, she also suspects that Selina is biased in this particular matter.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 0:06:21 GMT -5
She was once a teen. And once swore this much, if not more. So she's fighting a smirk as the vulgarities fall from the girl's mouth as she attempts to describe her mood. And hits it just so Selina is able to wrap her mind around it.
"Good way to put it. And yes. If you're going to do what I do; which you are, you need something that fits. And fits well. No snagging, no draping. But it's your choice. You can sit and groan and cuss into your pillow, or you can learn something that will help when you get pissed."
She waits for a second or two, running her fingers through her hair. "It's not easy. You're going to be tired. You're going to have to explain the injuries, the pain. The fact you're going to be tired once you start going out with me. There will be more to study, but it will be more of the physical variety, than book. And yeah, you won't know. But I'm giving you tools so you will."
After she stands and heads for the door, Selina looks back. "You fight. That's what you do." She states quietly before opening the door, and waiting for Charlotte to pull herself off the bed. The spitfire in Kit would never have made it if she didn't fight. The streets, and especially the East End would have claimed her. Thankfully Selina had been able to, instead.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2014 21:57:34 GMT -5
It's not unheard of for Charlotte to curse, but it's certainly unusual for her to curse this much. But then, she's angry and trying to talk about it, so... "I never said that I want to do what you do," she protests, but based on her dull tone she's only saying that just to protest something. The better thing to note is that she didn't say that she doesn't want it. Because, again, she doesn't know.
The rest of what Selina says is greeted with silence. There's not really anything for her to say to that. Like anyone, she doesn't like pain, but she can certainly cope with it. And making excuses - hah, that's easy. Truth be told, she can't really say that she's intimidated by the prospect, even if a small part of her is more wary about what she may be getting herself into. But the fact that the other things that Selina has gotten her into, like the gymnastics, has been relatively easy for her to pick up gives her confidence that the next hurdle would be manageable too.
When Selina stands and heads for the door, Charlotte doesn't move. In fact, she keeps Selina waiting for several long moments before she does anything. While she does have her spitfire streak, fighting isn't really her style - or at least it hasn't been very much. She who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day. When running isn't an option and her back is to the wall, then she'll fight.
Except right now - right now she's angry. And quick to actually be kind of annoyed at that instinct that is telling her to run from this and everything else. She doesn't need to run - it doesn't scare her. It's habit, mostly. Which isn't to say that she's completely sold on the idea that she should fight instead, but she does feel like she should do something. So, though it takes her a couple of moments, she takes the papers and still has the key in her hand as she climbs out of bed and then follows Selina. She doesn't say anything and there's a certain angry set to her jaw, but she's coming.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 10:57:16 GMT -5
Selina doesn't say anything for a while as she waits for the teen to follow. Perhaps she wasn't as concise as she should have been. But there are reasons for why Selina hasn't been caught, nor has Catwoman done a stint either Blackgate,or the Asylum. So she leans on her crutches and absorbs Charlotte's words for a minute or two while the girl doesn't move. "Not fighting people. I didn't get to where I am from kicking ass and taking names. I get in, get out, get gone. Confrontation happens, but not often, and you need to be prepared when it does occur. So we need to get you to that point." She clears her throat slightly, and states quietly, "You also didn't want to go to juvie, either."
The rustle of papers signals that motion is warranted, and Selina crutches her way out into the hall, and a bit to the left. From the construction of the few 'rooms' in her mostly open loft, it's hard to see how much space is hidden. It's only when she stops before an innocuous place in the wall does she motion for Charlotte to fit the key into the hole. The door slides into the wall to their left near-seamlessly as the spacious room is revealed with a certain eclectic assortment of items. Mirrored walls, modified gymnastics setup, a treadmill, weights, and other items. But what Selina directs the girl to is the heavy bag, and a second set of new gloves. They've been used a time or two to break them in, but barely.
"If you want music, the whole room is set up for it. And this, is my safe place, you could say. Your's now, too. Most of the training will occur here." And she can only hope Charlotte will use the space. There are blocks to use in yoga poses, among other items that will come in to play later; but not at this point. It would be not worthwhile to explain everything with the state of mind Kit is in.
"I would like to see how long you can keep it up at the heavy bag. And then, how well you can throw a punch." A test of not only dexterity, but endurance, and to a degree, stamina. And how quickly her anger comes to a boil, and stays hot. Then she can figure out where they two can go from there, and maybe, just maybe, Charlotte can find some restful peace.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 4:52:14 GMT -5
"Hell no!" is Charlotte's response to the mere idea of juvie. She's already had one stint there, and she certainly never wants to go back! Talk about having your back to the wall... She'd really rather forget that experience, even though that's probably forever impossible.
Silently following behind Selina, she's silent as she's led down the familiar hallway. And when she's shown the location of the keyhole, it quite noticeably a rather big surprise to her. Though she doesn't say anything, she does pause to peer very closely at it - up close at first and then backing up a step to see it more in context. The words that she would say if she did are easy to read in her body language: how in the world did she miss that? She's usually much better at spotting slight anomalies in her surroundings, and this one is in her own home. Pausing just long enough to see if she can't find any seams of the hidden door, though she's unsure whether or not being able to spot them would make her feel better or worse, she finally slips her key into the hole.
What she finds on the other side of the door has her quietly looking over the room. If it weren't for her present mood she'd have so many comments to make on it, but instead she simply notes the room's contents and files them away under 'objects in my home' - she can get pretty dispassionate about everything else when she's extremely focused on something. In fact, if anything she looks irritated and impatient about the room - she doesn't want to have to cope with the idea that this has been here all along and the fact that know that it's here means that the fact that she's living with Catwoman will be that much more in her face from now on.
Her mood does seem to perk up a bit when Selina explains what she wants her to do. She wants her to punch something? For as long as she can? Gladly! Picking up the new gloves, she examines them for a moment before nodding to herself and turning her attention to the bag. She's never used one before, but it's just a thing you punch, right? Pondering it for a moment, she gives the bag an experimental, slow jab. It actually surprises her that the bag is so, well, heavy.
But she shifts her stance to one that's a big more stable and allows her to put more of her slight weight behind it and punches the bag with her other arm much faster and firmer. Ah, that's better! She repeats that punch with her other arm and then starts to settle into a slow rhythm as she gets used to the impact. Having a good physical instinct, as she does so she makes slight corrections to her stance and position without having to be told - she can feel that it's wrong if she's doing something that's not functionally correct even if she has no idea what the 'right' way of doing it is. As she gets used to the movement, she rather quickly becomes more confident at the task - first leading to faster movement and then stronger punches as she's able to tap into that anger bubbling inside of her.
Ever since starting gymnastics, it hasn't just been her flexibility and balance that have improved, but her endurance, stamina, and even strength has grown by leaps and bounds. So even in this task she's completely not used to, she doesn't wear down quickly. In fact, at first it seems as if her anger reaches a boil quite quickly - except that it keeps getting stronger and stronger even past the boiling point. The anger that she's holding inside and tapping into right now runs very deep and it fuels her with a surprising amount of energy - the blows she throws at the bag land with a surprisingly hard impact. Still, between the fact that she's not at all used to this form of exercise and she's not holding back or attempting to pace herself means that it isn't too many minutes before she starts to show signs of tiring.
But she also shows signs of being annoyed that she's tiring, and for a short while she manages to punch even harder as if she could somehow punch the weariness that's rapidly overtaking her limbs into oblivion. Though she can only fend it off for so long before she can't help but slow her pace and weaken her punches, even as she sets her jaw and tries to forge ahead anyway. There's still plenty of fire left in her soul, but her body is weak and unable to keep up with it.
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