Thread: Alive and Kicking [ Temptationist x X-Vash00 ]

I didn't so much as flinch as I heard the door open, and someone, even though stealthy, step onto the roof. I had half expected to be found up here regardless. I didn't also feel like fraying from my view until completely necessary. It could have been anyone from a fan, to the bouncers, to even my teammates, yet somehow I had that special feeling. The type of feeling in your gut - one's intuition - that enabled me to predict who the guest really was. It wasn't really a surprise, since I had already seen you in the crowd, but I still pondered what would be the consequences of our meeting. As soon as you opened your mouth to speak, I could recognize immediately that it was in fact the old Robin. A cunning grin spread across my lips as I took another drag of my smoke. I was partly smiling at the fact that you were talking to me rather calmly, at that, as well as smiling to the humor within that statement. You were perhaps one of the only people who knew of my true appearance and identity. Exhaling the fumes, I blew the smoke again and responded with a calm but matter-of-fact tone. Too much. I didn't so much as budge from my stance back towards you, as I gazed at buildings in the distance. One mousse foundation, three types of concealers, two different powdered cover-ups and a sweat-resistant sealing toner. Two hours too much of makeup. I shrugged slightly flicking the half-finished cigarette from my fingers and watching as it fell to the ground below. But it's just a part of my regular routine now. Been so for 7 months. I twisted my body slightly to allow my eyes to finally grab a peek. Just barely glancing over my shoulder momentarily, I made eye contact but soon turned back around to face the city. I used to try to pull it off as fake tanner, but apparently orange skin is referred to as Jersey and those who have that shade of skin color are often called Oompa Loompas... Not that I really understand that reference, but I do understand sense from the way people laugh and glare that it's negative... I smirked, just thinking about all the bad rep I had received for having orange skin. Decided to change it when I realize men don't find it attractive to have orange skin. I laughed out loud. Perhaps it wasn't yet apparent that I was superficial, but it would be shortly. I can't have that, now, can I? I shot another look at you before finally turning around to face you properly. I'm too pretty to be associated with the word ugly. And I'm too good in bed to not even be giving the chance. The smile I gave beamed the fact that I was so full of myself. And, I was clearly much less proper as my younger counterpart. So, hey, if the humans demand pale skin, then that's what I'll give them. Only the worthy will receive my smooth and luscious orange skin. Irresistible! I chuckled, running my nails over my arm to scrape off the layers and layers of cover cream. Four prominent lines appeared to reveal the bright golden-orange that lay beneath it. You're looking... I paused, peering you up at down with absolutely no shame or no care in the world for the rudeness it displayed. ...Older. I gave a quick smirk before continuing, But I guess almost seven years will do that, won't it? I really didn't leave much room for conversation, as I had so much to say with an unknowing knowledge of how much time I had. I also had so many questions, since I was relatively new to Earth and so much had changed in that stretch of time. I would have half expected you to reside in Jump City. It's why I avoided it... well... I paused, Avoided you. But, of course, another individual specifically. I moved one foot before the other swaying my curvaceous hips with each step I took. Slipping my hands into my jean pockets as I approached you, I gave a witty smile. Yet here you are, in Gotham City. And I take it that you're not Robin, anymore. You've also come without a team, nor your companion and my so completely enticing... absolutely adorable... filled with absolutely so much fun... infinitely loving... little sister of mine... Starfire ? My intense sarcasm couldn't be more blatantly obvious had I been holding up a sign stating that exactly. I slowed as I came but a foot from you, facing you, and glaring at you like a hawk would it's prey except a gleam of fascination coated my bright violet-pink eyes.