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[horseish]

[The camera shakes a bit as it turns on, revealing an extreme close-up of a blonde teenage girl bundled in a blanket. As she pulls back, a room is shown in a general state of disarray with clothes thrown over every surface.]

Just my luck I got stuck here before I grew any. I gotta find me some clothes, 'cause these?

[She holds up a tiny, child-sized pair of jeans with a raised eyebrow.]

Ain't exactly gonna cut it this time.








[ooc: Bobby is sixteen for the weekend! Have fun, City.]

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[hulkbusted]

[Yeah, yeah, the horror of being forced to let Bruce buy her lunch in exchange for telling her his story.]

[horseish]

[She's sixteen, it's her prerogative to be a brat sometimes.

She comes back out slightly swimming in her borrowed clothes.]

It ain't much, but it does the trick.

[hulkbusted]

Like I said, we can get you some clothes that'll fit.

[He knows the feeling of better too big than nothing at all.]

I'm guessing you'll be fine with diner food.

[horseish]

I ain't never turned my nose up at nothing yet.

[Granted the 1930s weren't exactly renowned for culinary diversity. And she hasn't eaten in the restaurant since her traveling magic show days.]

[hulkbusted]

Good to know that hasn't changed.

[Holding the door open for her.]

What's it like for you? Because for me there's been no gap in passed time between you as a child and you as you are now.

[horseish]

[She use one hand to rake her hair back form her face as she thinks.]

It's awful strange. I remember everything happened to me here, but I remember me growing up back home no interruptions. It's like bits of my brain over-lap.

[hulkbusted]

How are you doing at home?

[horseish]

I work for the farm wife next ranch over. I got to spent most of the day in the kitchen but it don't pay to be picky these days. They got about a million hands and they eat like they never gonna see a hot meal again.

[hulkbusted]

A regular job and regular meals sounds pretty good for the time.

[He shouldn't ask, since there's nothing he can do, but that doesn't stop him.]

Are you happy?

[horseish]

It ain't bad. I reckon she thinks I'm a charity case but I won't argue if I'm putting food on the table end of the day.

[She has to pause again, crossing her arms. She's not sure who's ever asked her that before.]

How am I supposed to know that?

[hulkbusted]

It seems to me that you're the only one who could know.

It's okay, being happy isn't a requirement for a full life.

[horseish]

My sister had a baby, you know? Right after Mister Boots died. Isabel's almost six years old now and all that matters is that she gets all the things she needs. It don't matter as much what I'm doing.

And it was important Rosie got the chance to keep going to school. She's going all sort of important things one day.

[hulkbusted]

So you're an aunt. Congratulations, I can tell you're a good one.

[He wants to hug her and tell her that it's okay to think about herself too, but who's he to dispense advice?]

[horseish]

She's the best little girl in the world. I reckon they think it's awful strange with us five women living out there on our own, but they're used to us by now.

[hulkbusted]

And your father?

[horseish]

That son of a bitch ain't shown his face in years. I'd as soon as shoot him first if he tried.

[hulkbusted]

I guess that means you aren't keeping your secret from him anymore.

[Which oddly reminds him...]

Do you have a scar from your ghoul bite?

[horseish]

That secret got broke a long time ago. Same time he left.

[It takes a moment for that memory to resurface, and she rolls her sleeve up again to check.]

No. 'bout the only scar looks like I didn't keep.

[hulkbusted]

And you're not hiding that you're a girl?

[He hovers a finger over her bared arm for a moment before dropping his hand.]

I thought it would be gone. Not much from here seems to stick when you leave.

[horseish]

He was the only reason I ever was, delusional bastard.

[She's staring at it to, now. The memory is on the edges of her mind what the scar looked like, bu the rest of her brain is telling her it can't be right. Damn confusing.]

Makes about as much sense as anything.

[hulkbusted]

I'm glad you're shut of him. Now weren't we going to have something to eat?

[horseish]

Sure were.

[Come on, she'll get the door.]