Post by roxanne on Jan 4, 2009 23:39:59 GMT -5
Name: Zatanna Zatara
Secret Identity: Zatanna
Age: Thirty
Height: Five foot seven inches
Weight: One hundred twenty pounds
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Build: Slim
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Phrase:Stan lee is a Comic God
Secret Identity: Zatanna
Age: Thirty
Height: Five foot seven inches
Weight: One hundred twenty pounds
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Build: Slim
General Description:
Personality:
Powers:
Weakness:
History:
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A few shopping bags hung from her arms with many new shoes, dresses, and not to mention the new purse she had snagged for her pen pal in Europe. Until the clock had struck noon the young lady wouldn’t be done with her exercise, a simple and sweet way to get a work out and to test out her eyes. However, she stopped in front of the local Rocky Bay café that she had tended to visit as usual as possible. Standing there for only a few seconds she was deciding if she should grab a taxi and return home or take a side trip, the second option sounded best for her. Darlene pushed the glass doors and entered the café with a cool breeze filtering through the air conditioner overhead. A smile curved her lips as she caught the scent of coffee beans and grinds, she loved the aroma it drew her back to the café every time with more of a thirst. The young girl quickly ordered a decaf for a small jolt to awaken her and that was it. As much as she was used to using her credit card, she pulled out a five dollar bill, and told the employee to keep the change. With her free hand, she maneuvered past the people darting to the line and the tiny animals held by leashes. Luckily, she hadn’t dropped anything or tripped over something that was in her way. Today must have been very fortunate.
She managed to see someone that she was rather familiar with. It was Hunter Smith. Darlene came up to the table he was resting at and placed her cup on the table before she put her shopping bags near the sit across from him. They had known each other from recent parties and visits to France. After all, Darlene lived in Manhattan and nothing her right mind had taken to the fact that she might stay in France. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.” She gestured to an open seat, thus sitting down. Darlene took a sip of her decaf awaiting something good to pop up and break some ice. In some terms it would be easy for the young lady to think of something, but at this moment she had lost some ideas to bring it. However, she was a little anxious. Hunter probably didn’t know that Darlene had a small crush on him, well they had known each other for some time and it was bound to happen some time soon. Yet, it wasn’t something that she would be truly worried or frantic about. As much as occurrences would go many things happened and things could change in a heartbeat. As far as saying anything to a guy friend, it wasn’t going to be advice.
“What have you been up to?” Darlene said with curiosity. They hadn’t spoken or gotten together properly for the past few weeks, it was only a little while back she had figured out that he was living here. His life must have been so much more interesting because he had lived in France. Darlene had always wondered what it would be like to stay there for more than three weeks. New York was busy and everyone knew so, after a while it got boring and things seemed to be run down. She had though that just maybe that he would remember something about her whether it was just that her shoes were new or the way she tripped over her own feet, something that made her different. It wasn’t the meaningful way of saying something endearing, she had liked him a long time ago, but never had gotten the chance to say anything about them. As poor as she knew the right words she just wanted to talk now. Darlene stared into her coffee waiting for his answer. She had trouble with looking people in the eye look enough for them to notice that she was there. It was wrong thing, she had thought when she had down so. Still, this was one of her friends and it was going to be okay as long as he didn’t bother with asking about her behavior. “Do you like it here?”
She managed to see someone that she was rather familiar with. It was Hunter Smith. Darlene came up to the table he was resting at and placed her cup on the table before she put her shopping bags near the sit across from him. They had known each other from recent parties and visits to France. After all, Darlene lived in Manhattan and nothing her right mind had taken to the fact that she might stay in France. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.” She gestured to an open seat, thus sitting down. Darlene took a sip of her decaf awaiting something good to pop up and break some ice. In some terms it would be easy for the young lady to think of something, but at this moment she had lost some ideas to bring it. However, she was a little anxious. Hunter probably didn’t know that Darlene had a small crush on him, well they had known each other for some time and it was bound to happen some time soon. Yet, it wasn’t something that she would be truly worried or frantic about. As much as occurrences would go many things happened and things could change in a heartbeat. As far as saying anything to a guy friend, it wasn’t going to be advice.
“What have you been up to?” Darlene said with curiosity. They hadn’t spoken or gotten together properly for the past few weeks, it was only a little while back she had figured out that he was living here. His life must have been so much more interesting because he had lived in France. Darlene had always wondered what it would be like to stay there for more than three weeks. New York was busy and everyone knew so, after a while it got boring and things seemed to be run down. She had though that just maybe that he would remember something about her whether it was just that her shoes were new or the way she tripped over her own feet, something that made her different. It wasn’t the meaningful way of saying something endearing, she had liked him a long time ago, but never had gotten the chance to say anything about them. As poor as she knew the right words she just wanted to talk now. Darlene stared into her coffee waiting for his answer. She had trouble with looking people in the eye look enough for them to notice that she was there. It was wrong thing, she had thought when she had down so. Still, this was one of her friends and it was going to be okay as long as he didn’t bother with asking about her behavior. “Do you like it here?”
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