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Post by Anneliese Grayson on May 9, 2012 22:59:56 GMT 1
Anneliese smirked from the rafters as she watched her pseudo cousin go threw some sort of training exercise. It was amusing, really. He was good, of course, but to her, due to the nature of their relationship - a stereotypical brother/sister one, which was odd, because she definitely didn't share a stereotypical brother/sister relationship with her ACTUAL brother - she viewed it as a little bit like a child playing superheroes. All he needed was some crappily made spiderman uniform or whatever, to complete the image.
He was leaping in the air when she decided to make her move. As he was twisting, so he could land on his feet perfectly, she shot a low voltage starbolt at him, hitting his stomach and sending him plummeting to the ground like a marionette puppet who's strings had been cut, landing in a heap.
"Graceful." She stated, a smirk in place as she slowly floated down from the rafters, dressed in a small pair of dark purple cotton shorts with white lining and a thin, skin tight white vest, white trainers on her delicate feet. She stopped a few feet above the ground, smirk still in place, as she lent forward, tilting her head to the side to look at his face, her high ponytail falling over her shoulder, hands behind her back. She would have looked innocent and sweet...if it wasn't for the smirk. "You should work on that. I won't let you play superheroes if you're not careful Peteypie. You might get hurt." She spoke to him like he was a toddler, something she knew pissed him off to no end.
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Post by Pete Todd on May 22, 2012 0:00:34 GMT 1
Pete could never get enough training. For him, training was as much a mental exercise as it was a physical one. It was a good way for him to just let himself swim around in his own thoughts for a while. Contrary to popular belief, Pete does have a brain. Sometimes he likes to use it. Personal training is one of those times. His thoughts can get kind of deep and he doesn't like them being interrupted.
The scourge of the underworld had on a red tank top and a pair of white shorts. The titan's gym was empty except for him. Pete was on the treadmill running barefoot at a moderate pace. He was wrapping his hands up in white tape, bobbing his head up and down the loud rap music that was blaring from the gym speakers. Pete's dad had been on his mind all day.
The night before he was on patrol. The streets of San Francisco were his when the sun went down. It would never quite be Gotham, but at least here he wouldn't have to compete with the bats. Anyway, Pete was walking down the street in full costume when he saw an old lady who looked like she needed help crossing the street. Pete offered his hand and a look of terror struck her face. She started smacking him with her purse and yelling for help. At first Pete thought she was just crazy but then she started yelling things like "You! You killed my husband!". Pete was confused at first and he tried to calm her down but she just ran away.
Pete assumed his dad was the one who killed her husband and she had just mistaken Pete for Jason. It hurt. So now here he was, pissed off on the treadmill thinking about his dad. Jason Todd had always been like an ugly birthmark for Pete. As Pete drifted deeper and deeper into his own mind he gradually increased the speed of the treadmill until he was locked in a full out sprint.
Then, out of nowhere, Pete got hit with a starbolt. The blast knocked him over and the treadmill launched him backwards onto the mat. It felt like he had just been rudely awakened from a deep sleep. From the ground Pete watched as Annie descended from the rafters. Annie was the only bat Pete really considered family and the two were pretty close. However, Pete wasn't in the mood for pranks. Plus that starbolt really hurt. He glared up at her as she spoke to him like a mother would to her baby.
"I don't play. Unlike you, I was actually on patrol last night." Pete growled as he rubbed where the starbolt struck his stomach. He stumbled to his feet and crossed his arms. He stood about an inch away from Annie. Pete was normally a little taller than her but he had to look up at her due to her hovering. Suddenly, a smirk cracked his mask of anger. He flicked her nose and moved back to the treadmill. "And where were you, huh Barbie? Out with that Carl kid again or is there a new Ken in your life already?" Pete asked playfully as he started to jog. |
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on May 22, 2012 0:20:50 GMT 1
Anneliese raised a delicate eyebrow at his barbs towards her. Someone was in a bad mood today it seemed. Then again, he always seemed in a bad mood around her, although it was playful too.
"Actually, I was in Gotham last night. Richard and I had to go visit our parents for our monthly dinner. Ended up visiting Grandpa Bruce and had a nice discussion about which Ivy League I should go to, before gave dad and Grandpa heart attacks by saying I wanted to go to San Fran, not Harvard or Brown or Yale. Then me and Richard snuck away from the adults to patrol." She told him with an eye roll. Honestly, just because she wasn't gunho about finding fights to get into like almost every other member of this generations BatFamily (aka Pete, Maddie, Richard and her) or the majority of the Titans, they seemed to think she never did hero work. She did plenty of patrolling and fighting, she just didn't get a hard on for it like most others.
"Wow. A Barbie reference. Like I've never heard that before." She stated dryly, landing lightly on the treadmill next to him and starting it off at a jog, slowly getting faster and faster, but never seeming like she was under strain. She still managed to have the same cool, calculating and collected expression on her face that seemed to be default for her. "And why so interested in my love life? Jealous that you've still not even had your first kiss?" She teased. She'd had her first kiss at only 10. Fair enough, it had been Richard - they were curious and didn't realise that siblings weren't meant to kiss that way, not that it bothered them much - but she'd had a fair bit of experience since then, both in life and in photoshoots and commercials.
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Post by Pete Todd on May 22, 2012 0:57:22 GMT 1
Right. The monthly batfamily dinner. Pete had never been invited of course and he wouldn't have it any other way. Totally not bitter at all.
"Aaah yes, the prestigious monthly dinner. Do I ever get brought up at those things? If I had to sit in a room with all you bats I might just start hyperventilating. Hell, it's hard enough just dealing with two of you. How is Dickie boy anyway? Haven't seen him in a while. I figured he was seeing the doctor about getting that pole out of his ass." Pete droned. As mean as some of his words were, they were mostly empty, and Annie knew that.
Pete clicked a few button on his treadmill until he was keeping up with Annie. Of course, Pete didn't have her superhuman anatomy so he was bound to get tired eventually. "Hey! I have to kissed a girl... you just don't know her!" Pete grumbled, clearly lying. |
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on May 22, 2012 1:04:57 GMT 1
Anneliese laughed lightly, still running effortlessly, speeding up her treadmill. "Last night was just me, Richard, our parents and grandpa. So it wasn't the whole 'Bat Family'. And we mostly discussed universities and training. She shrugged, before raising an eyebrow at Pete's jab towards Richard. "Oh he was seeing a doctor. But it was a more altruistic visit. He was trying to see if there was any way possible to get all that air pumped out your empty head. Sadly, there's no procedure to cure pure stupidity yet though." The smile she sent him was her trade mark 'Anneliese Grayson Refreshing Model Smile', one that normally left people blinded and shaky. Of course, Pete was immune what with the fact he knew her properly. Once someone knew the real, calculating and slightly manipulative Anneliese, they never fell for the smile as much.
"Yes, yes. Your girlfriend who lives in Canada, right?" She smirked. "Face it Petey. You're a virgin in every sense of the word. Maybe you should start wandering the moores in a white gown calling for your true love."
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Post by Pete Todd on Jun 16, 2012 5:27:40 GMT 1
Pete was starting to get warn out from keeping up with Annie but he wouldn't slow down. That just wasn't his style. He sneered at the virginity comment. "Oh, HA-HA! At least I'm not one of the poor men that you've tricked into doing it with you. What do you do to them afterwards? Bite off their head or suck out their blood?" Pete said, chuckling a little between his heavy breathes.
Then he remembered something. "Well laugh all you want about my love life, but guess who's taking Anreal to a movie on Saturday? His name rhymes with "Feet Pod"." Pete said triumphantly. He knew this would surprise Annie because she couldn't even imagine any woman being attracted to Pete, especially not a princess who happens to be her good friend. |
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on Jun 19, 2012 17:22:26 GMT 1
Anneliese laughed lightly at his rebuttal. Honestly, it seemed like so many people in the Tower - or her family - thought she was some massive bed hopping skank. As far as she knew, 3 people by age 19 wasn't exactly grounds to be branded with a scarlet letter. "It depends on my mood which course of action I take." She replied dryly, feet still pounding on the belt of the treadmill as she upped the speed more. Calm, steady breaths, clear mind, concentrate on one foot after another, only the moment, not the future. No super human physiology involved.
If Anneliese Grayson was a lesser person, she would have stumbled over her feet and dropped her jaw. She would have let out a screech of 'WHAT?!' and have fallen flat on her ass. But because she WAS Anneliese Grayson, progeny of Richard Grayson and Kori Anders, adopted granddaughter of the infamous Bruce Wayne, super model in her own right...she simply raised her eyebrows and blinked a little, her running not interupted. "You....and Anreal? Anreal as in one of my best friends, Ingénue of the Titans? The literary foil to my 'femme fatale' character? That Anreal?"
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