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capeandcowllogs2012-04-22 06:41 pm
xuffasch) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-04-22 06:41 pm
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in a town where blood ties are only blood;
WHO: the wayne siblings (amiga & xuffasch)
WHERE: a supermarket in the city
WHEN: monday afternoon
WARNINGS: sibling rivarly
SUMMARY: damian and helena wayne meet in person, if by accident.
FORMAT: w/e!
( the supermarket was about as mundane as it got. damian was skulking about in the snack-food aisle, piling his small plastic basket with cookies and pastries that had pretentious names and international labels. far be it from him to actually buy ingredients for meals; as far as he was concerned, that was grayson's job. it was also grayson's job to cook, but he never did. the two bat boys lived off takeout and pizza, the remains of which littered their apartment. but damian wasn't thinking about that, now. headphones in and hood up, he looked like a pint-sized hooligan. but the earbuds were largely a front, so people wouldn't tell he was listening in on their conversations. people were simple, and predicatable, yes. but their conversations could be enlightening.
he took his lady fingers and eclairs to the checkout, where, a cash register over, a dark-haired woman was engaged in the same activity (sans lady fingers, it can be supposed). but it wasn't the woman he was interested in, it wasn't her as a person that caught his eye or made them narrow a moment later. it was the name she used.
wayne. )
amiga & xuffasch)WHERE: a supermarket in the city
WHEN: monday afternoon
WARNINGS: sibling rivarly
SUMMARY: damian and helena wayne meet in person, if by accident.
FORMAT: w/e!
( the supermarket was about as mundane as it got. damian was skulking about in the snack-food aisle, piling his small plastic basket with cookies and pastries that had pretentious names and international labels. far be it from him to actually buy ingredients for meals; as far as he was concerned, that was grayson's job. it was also grayson's job to cook, but he never did. the two bat boys lived off takeout and pizza, the remains of which littered their apartment. but damian wasn't thinking about that, now. headphones in and hood up, he looked like a pint-sized hooligan. but the earbuds were largely a front, so people wouldn't tell he was listening in on their conversations. people were simple, and predicatable, yes. but their conversations could be enlightening.
he took his lady fingers and eclairs to the checkout, where, a cash register over, a dark-haired woman was engaged in the same activity (sans lady fingers, it can be supposed). but it wasn't the woman he was interested in, it wasn't her as a person that caught his eye or made them narrow a moment later. it was the name she used.
wayne. )