Post by chimera on Dec 21, 2011 0:54:17 GMT -4
It's a subtle lul. A crowd trying to be quiet. Everybody is whispering, fidgeting. The lines are long and it's a small space. For a city like New York you'd think they could open up a dedicated adoption agency. But unfortunately, as Priss knows all to well, when the government is picking up the check, 99% of the time, they pick it up with the lowest bidder.
So lots of state services are organized out of one building. It looks good on paper, efficient, clean, organized. But in reality? It's way to small for the hundred or so people there. Some want food stamps, others need help getting their electric bill paid. Some, like priss, are actually interested in adopting a child or two. There's a couple of hopeful couples seated near her, she can hear everything. All the whispers. There are a lot of eyes on her, but that's something she's used to.
She's sitting there, slouched down low, wearing tight khaki capri pants, one leg crossed over the other in a masculine way. Wings wrapped around her like a cloak with her arms just kinda slopped where ever they fell when she sat. A tank top covering her torso and a leather jacket over her shoulders. She doesn't have many differences in wardrobe because she knows what she likes, the biker chick look does it good for her. She is prone to wear dresses from time to time, but not often, she went through the girly-stage early in life and realized real quick that she's just not soft enough for it. Sure her skin is smooth and silky, but silk and satin and claws do not get along well, a lot of her underwear is made of the stuff, but that is where it ends.
It's been a week since Crane's attack. He's recovering, slowly. Chimera was officially dismissed of all charges for her hand in bringing him down and she made a few head lines in the process. Now all of New York knows her name, it's an official debut and of course her parents had her cell phone ringing off the hook right afterwards.
Their daughter, a superhero in new york, well what do you expect, she went to work at Xavier's memorial school, he runs the x-men. Well that isn't common knowledge of course, but Ginger Donovan makes it her business to know things others have done. In another life, she could've been a very good natured Amanda Waller.
But this isn't about Priss' mother, it's about Priss and how she is about to become a mother. A six foot six inch tall gargoyle goddess of sound, heavy metal, industrial and punk rock and roll, is about to become a mother.
Fundamentalist Christians every where are weeping.
"So you're adoptin ah child?
The voice comes from Priss' left. It's a woman's voice, Priss already knows what she looks like, she knows what every one in the room looks like, the contents of their pockets, what cell phone they use, everything but the color of their underwear practically. She has this whole room three dimensionally mapped in her mind. She's beautiful, blonde, green eyes, she's wearing tight blue jeans and cowboy boots, a wide brim cowboy hat and a blazer. She has everything but the huge belt buckle. What a woman like that is doing outside of Texas Priss has no idea, but it takes all kinds, this is New York after all. Priss doesn't bother hitting on her since she knows she came in with a cowboy looking dude who is currently sitting at the desk of one of the social workers.
"Uh, Yeah. I assume you're with Big Tex over there?
"How'd ya know his name was Tex? Kin ya read minds to?
Priss was very nearly unable to resist slamming the palm of her hand against her face in that moment. Who the hell is this woman, aren't all Texan's conservative scum? How'd they manage to survive encountering all the cultures on the plane ride up here? Maybe they drove, Texan's do love their NASCAR.
"Lucky Guess, actually, I was being a snob. My name's Priss.
"Oh I know yer name, I seen ya on the paper other day, ya stopped that monster, that was awesome sugar, I'm real proud a ya, i suppose yer here ta adopt them two lil girls you saved?
Well this was unexpected, Priss had not honestly expected to encounter a liberal texan. But she supposed they existed, anything is possible when it comes to the diversity of the human being. Then again, everything she knew about Texas had come from the mouth of an ex-girlfriend who escaped that place a few years back, they dated on an off for about a month and all she could ever talk about was how close minded and anti-liberal texans were. Priss should know better than to trust a one sided story any ways.
"Yeah, I am. I'm pretty nervous. Fuck, actually I feel like I could vomit. I don't know if I'm ready to be a mom. ”
"Oh shut up girl, you will do fine. I read in tha paper that yer a teacher at some snazzy private school, teachers like an automatic back stage pass ta bein a parent. Sides, them girls is already old enough ta mostly take care a them selves, ya aint gotta bottle feed an change em. That aint what me an tex want, we're gettin a young'un. My names Sally by the way.
Priss offers her hand to the woman, the blonde seems friendly enough, but she sees the size and sharpness of those claws, she is hesitant to take it. But she does, she shakes priss' hand delicately. She has a weak grip, but she's a woman, she's probably not had to use a single bit of muscle her whole life. Judging by the jewelry she's wearing and the high tech cell phone in her pocket, her age and general disposition she was probably raised by a nice middle-class family and now gets her lover boy to do all the buying. Still, Texan men are the kings of chauvanism, how'd they wind up coming to the decision of adoption?
"Nice to meet you Sally. And yeah I know you're right, Those kids begged me to be their mom and I caved. They're so cute and sweet, I couldn't resist it. How'd you convince Tex over there to adopt? ”
"Oh, that's sorta personal...But I guess you bein a genuine hero'n all tex wont mind...see, when he was growin up he had testicular cancer, an now he cant have kids any more. It's real sad. His brother offered to help out by bein a donar but we sorta decided theres already enough kids in tha world. We aught to adopt some that aint got no parents yet.
Priss is entirely in agreeance with that. When and if she ever finds a woman she can marry, she will have some kids with her, the unfortunate thing here is, Priss already has a kid some where. They'd be about Jade's age now, well a little younger. Priss hasn't ever seen her kid. Thinking about it is still to painful. Even now, even years later. But she's got more of a spine then that, she should go looking. It is her right and she's not a confused teenager any more, Her life is her own and she can do these things. She's got money, drive. But where to start? and what of Jade and Felicia? Will they be jealous? Does it mater? So long as Priss does right by them all it shouldn't mater.
"That's harsh. Real harsh, I'm glad you're adopting though. I agree, to many kids out there. When and If I manage to find a wife, I might have a kid with her, but i've got another one out there some where I've never even seen. It's a long story, but I think after things settle down for Jade and Felicia, I'm gonna go find my ex from high school.”
"You, you er what?
"Oh, Long story...I"m both sexes... Part girl, Part boy, shave my face and legs every morning, haha!”
"Oh wow, well aren'tcha just fulla suprizes...so yer tellin me you got a pe-
Priss cuts her off.
"Yes, but I'm sure we can think of something else to talk about ”
"Oh right, yeah sorry.
Priss adjusts her sunglasses on her face, the lenses are impossibly dark. Anybody who didn't know better would have to assume she was blind. Priss hasn't turned her head to look at the texan once since she sat down and started talking to her. Priss has her wings wrapped around her like a cloak, but it's left to hang open, her big long clawed toes are spread out and hanging in the air from where they hang off her leg as it's propped over her knee. Her horns gleam on and off with the florescent lights in the sealing. Of all the features that priss has, all the bizarre features, this texan some how homed in on something related to sex.
She's totally bisexual, Priss thinks to herself.
"Ready to go babe?"
Tex asks as he returns from steaking with the social worker. Sally nods and stands up. She wouldn't mind getting to know Priss a bit more, but she is miraculously smart enough to know better. Besides, she's having impure thoughts about the woman suddenly and feels guilty over it. Thank goodness her husband showed up at the right time.
"Sure am babe, hey good luck to you Priss, you have a good one!"
"Thanks a lot. Seeya.”
"Priscilla Donovan?"
Finally they call her name, feels like she's been here for like ten hours. In reality it's only been about 45 minutes, but Priss gets bored easily, she's not the figity type but she does get distracted by everything. It's a problem when you can see everything around you.
Priss heads over to the desk of the woman who called her, She's about 5 and a half feet tall. Dark red hair, dyed, gorgeous green eyes. Priss can't see that, but the color features she can't see are made up by the fact that she can see through the womans clothes, she's got abs like priss does, athletic thighs. What a sexy momma! But Priss is here for other reasons.
"Yeah that's my name."
"Are you ready to pick the girls up? All the paperwork went through and your background checks out fine. There isn't any living family available to contend, so the girls will be transferred to your care immediately. I know they're in good hands."
"Good hands, You could say that. My income checks out?"
"Miss Donovan, there are parents providing for their children on far less than what you make at Xavier's memorial, do not worry. "
She can tell i'm nervous. She's good at her job. Priss thinks to herself. The two of them stand up and they head out to the parking lot.
"I will just fly if that's okay with you, I have an issue with cars. "
"Well, Okay, That's a little strange, but I can't say i've ever met a gargoyle before tuesday, to be honest, I feel a little bit like I'm helping one of the Justice Society adopt a child, it's pretty amazing."
The social worker isn't blushing, but she's a little nervous. It's a big deal, to be helping a super hero adopt a child. An honor almost.
"Maybe we should talk about it over dinner?"
Priss gives the shorter dark haired woman a fanged smile. She stares back at priss with a blush. Priss can not see the blush but she can hear the womans pulse stagger and increase for a second. She's been thrown a curve ball, but Priss loves throwing curve balls. Especially at beautiful women.
"N-no, That's alright. I'm flattered, but I...I'm not interested in women. "
"I'm pretty sure you saw my birth certificate Miss Callan."
"I-I know, But, Still...Thank you for the offer, I'm sorry, But I have to decline...Now, lets head over to the facilities where Jade and Felicia are being kept. "
"Hell yeah, Lets!"
Priss takes to the air, flapping her wings, their wingspan is glorious, wide and full, filled with air, she looks so majestic in the air. She doesn't even need a super hero outfit, she's her own super hero outfit, wings, horns, claws and tail beat out a brightly colored suit of spandex any day of the week.
So lots of state services are organized out of one building. It looks good on paper, efficient, clean, organized. But in reality? It's way to small for the hundred or so people there. Some want food stamps, others need help getting their electric bill paid. Some, like priss, are actually interested in adopting a child or two. There's a couple of hopeful couples seated near her, she can hear everything. All the whispers. There are a lot of eyes on her, but that's something she's used to.
She's sitting there, slouched down low, wearing tight khaki capri pants, one leg crossed over the other in a masculine way. Wings wrapped around her like a cloak with her arms just kinda slopped where ever they fell when she sat. A tank top covering her torso and a leather jacket over her shoulders. She doesn't have many differences in wardrobe because she knows what she likes, the biker chick look does it good for her. She is prone to wear dresses from time to time, but not often, she went through the girly-stage early in life and realized real quick that she's just not soft enough for it. Sure her skin is smooth and silky, but silk and satin and claws do not get along well, a lot of her underwear is made of the stuff, but that is where it ends.
It's been a week since Crane's attack. He's recovering, slowly. Chimera was officially dismissed of all charges for her hand in bringing him down and she made a few head lines in the process. Now all of New York knows her name, it's an official debut and of course her parents had her cell phone ringing off the hook right afterwards.
Their daughter, a superhero in new york, well what do you expect, she went to work at Xavier's memorial school, he runs the x-men. Well that isn't common knowledge of course, but Ginger Donovan makes it her business to know things others have done. In another life, she could've been a very good natured Amanda Waller.
But this isn't about Priss' mother, it's about Priss and how she is about to become a mother. A six foot six inch tall gargoyle goddess of sound, heavy metal, industrial and punk rock and roll, is about to become a mother.
Fundamentalist Christians every where are weeping.
"So you're adoptin ah child?
The voice comes from Priss' left. It's a woman's voice, Priss already knows what she looks like, she knows what every one in the room looks like, the contents of their pockets, what cell phone they use, everything but the color of their underwear practically. She has this whole room three dimensionally mapped in her mind. She's beautiful, blonde, green eyes, she's wearing tight blue jeans and cowboy boots, a wide brim cowboy hat and a blazer. She has everything but the huge belt buckle. What a woman like that is doing outside of Texas Priss has no idea, but it takes all kinds, this is New York after all. Priss doesn't bother hitting on her since she knows she came in with a cowboy looking dude who is currently sitting at the desk of one of the social workers.
"Uh, Yeah. I assume you're with Big Tex over there?
"How'd ya know his name was Tex? Kin ya read minds to?
Priss was very nearly unable to resist slamming the palm of her hand against her face in that moment. Who the hell is this woman, aren't all Texan's conservative scum? How'd they manage to survive encountering all the cultures on the plane ride up here? Maybe they drove, Texan's do love their NASCAR.
"Lucky Guess, actually, I was being a snob. My name's Priss.
"Oh I know yer name, I seen ya on the paper other day, ya stopped that monster, that was awesome sugar, I'm real proud a ya, i suppose yer here ta adopt them two lil girls you saved?
Well this was unexpected, Priss had not honestly expected to encounter a liberal texan. But she supposed they existed, anything is possible when it comes to the diversity of the human being. Then again, everything she knew about Texas had come from the mouth of an ex-girlfriend who escaped that place a few years back, they dated on an off for about a month and all she could ever talk about was how close minded and anti-liberal texans were. Priss should know better than to trust a one sided story any ways.
"Yeah, I am. I'm pretty nervous. Fuck, actually I feel like I could vomit. I don't know if I'm ready to be a mom. ”
"Oh shut up girl, you will do fine. I read in tha paper that yer a teacher at some snazzy private school, teachers like an automatic back stage pass ta bein a parent. Sides, them girls is already old enough ta mostly take care a them selves, ya aint gotta bottle feed an change em. That aint what me an tex want, we're gettin a young'un. My names Sally by the way.
Priss offers her hand to the woman, the blonde seems friendly enough, but she sees the size and sharpness of those claws, she is hesitant to take it. But she does, she shakes priss' hand delicately. She has a weak grip, but she's a woman, she's probably not had to use a single bit of muscle her whole life. Judging by the jewelry she's wearing and the high tech cell phone in her pocket, her age and general disposition she was probably raised by a nice middle-class family and now gets her lover boy to do all the buying. Still, Texan men are the kings of chauvanism, how'd they wind up coming to the decision of adoption?
"Nice to meet you Sally. And yeah I know you're right, Those kids begged me to be their mom and I caved. They're so cute and sweet, I couldn't resist it. How'd you convince Tex over there to adopt? ”
"Oh, that's sorta personal...But I guess you bein a genuine hero'n all tex wont mind...see, when he was growin up he had testicular cancer, an now he cant have kids any more. It's real sad. His brother offered to help out by bein a donar but we sorta decided theres already enough kids in tha world. We aught to adopt some that aint got no parents yet.
Priss is entirely in agreeance with that. When and if she ever finds a woman she can marry, she will have some kids with her, the unfortunate thing here is, Priss already has a kid some where. They'd be about Jade's age now, well a little younger. Priss hasn't ever seen her kid. Thinking about it is still to painful. Even now, even years later. But she's got more of a spine then that, she should go looking. It is her right and she's not a confused teenager any more, Her life is her own and she can do these things. She's got money, drive. But where to start? and what of Jade and Felicia? Will they be jealous? Does it mater? So long as Priss does right by them all it shouldn't mater.
"That's harsh. Real harsh, I'm glad you're adopting though. I agree, to many kids out there. When and If I manage to find a wife, I might have a kid with her, but i've got another one out there some where I've never even seen. It's a long story, but I think after things settle down for Jade and Felicia, I'm gonna go find my ex from high school.”
"You, you er what?
"Oh, Long story...I"m both sexes... Part girl, Part boy, shave my face and legs every morning, haha!”
"Oh wow, well aren'tcha just fulla suprizes...so yer tellin me you got a pe-
Priss cuts her off.
"Yes, but I'm sure we can think of something else to talk about ”
"Oh right, yeah sorry.
Priss adjusts her sunglasses on her face, the lenses are impossibly dark. Anybody who didn't know better would have to assume she was blind. Priss hasn't turned her head to look at the texan once since she sat down and started talking to her. Priss has her wings wrapped around her like a cloak, but it's left to hang open, her big long clawed toes are spread out and hanging in the air from where they hang off her leg as it's propped over her knee. Her horns gleam on and off with the florescent lights in the sealing. Of all the features that priss has, all the bizarre features, this texan some how homed in on something related to sex.
She's totally bisexual, Priss thinks to herself.
"Ready to go babe?"
Tex asks as he returns from steaking with the social worker. Sally nods and stands up. She wouldn't mind getting to know Priss a bit more, but she is miraculously smart enough to know better. Besides, she's having impure thoughts about the woman suddenly and feels guilty over it. Thank goodness her husband showed up at the right time.
"Sure am babe, hey good luck to you Priss, you have a good one!"
"Thanks a lot. Seeya.”
"Priscilla Donovan?"
Finally they call her name, feels like she's been here for like ten hours. In reality it's only been about 45 minutes, but Priss gets bored easily, she's not the figity type but she does get distracted by everything. It's a problem when you can see everything around you.
Priss heads over to the desk of the woman who called her, She's about 5 and a half feet tall. Dark red hair, dyed, gorgeous green eyes. Priss can't see that, but the color features she can't see are made up by the fact that she can see through the womans clothes, she's got abs like priss does, athletic thighs. What a sexy momma! But Priss is here for other reasons.
"Yeah that's my name."
"Are you ready to pick the girls up? All the paperwork went through and your background checks out fine. There isn't any living family available to contend, so the girls will be transferred to your care immediately. I know they're in good hands."
"Good hands, You could say that. My income checks out?"
"Miss Donovan, there are parents providing for their children on far less than what you make at Xavier's memorial, do not worry. "
She can tell i'm nervous. She's good at her job. Priss thinks to herself. The two of them stand up and they head out to the parking lot.
"I will just fly if that's okay with you, I have an issue with cars. "
"Well, Okay, That's a little strange, but I can't say i've ever met a gargoyle before tuesday, to be honest, I feel a little bit like I'm helping one of the Justice Society adopt a child, it's pretty amazing."
The social worker isn't blushing, but she's a little nervous. It's a big deal, to be helping a super hero adopt a child. An honor almost.
"Maybe we should talk about it over dinner?"
Priss gives the shorter dark haired woman a fanged smile. She stares back at priss with a blush. Priss can not see the blush but she can hear the womans pulse stagger and increase for a second. She's been thrown a curve ball, but Priss loves throwing curve balls. Especially at beautiful women.
"N-no, That's alright. I'm flattered, but I...I'm not interested in women. "
"I'm pretty sure you saw my birth certificate Miss Callan."
"I-I know, But, Still...Thank you for the offer, I'm sorry, But I have to decline...Now, lets head over to the facilities where Jade and Felicia are being kept. "
"Hell yeah, Lets!"
Priss takes to the air, flapping her wings, their wingspan is glorious, wide and full, filled with air, she looks so majestic in the air. She doesn't even need a super hero outfit, she's her own super hero outfit, wings, horns, claws and tail beat out a brightly colored suit of spandex any day of the week.