Bonjour! Been a long time, eh?
So, I've signed up for titan_drabble
, and, shockingly, I didn't claim Robin, Starfire, or Robin/Starfire! No, I picked eveyone's favorite thirty-seconds-of-screentime villainess, Cheshire! I'll be periodically updating this post once more drabbles get done, so check back.
So...I'd say more, but I'd rather you read the VERY IMPORTANT NOTES below the table. They make everything...make sense. Okay? Okay! On with the show!
august first to september third.
updates in green.
thanks for the table, _joha.
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|11. LUCK |
|She has met Bushido exactly one time. |
She knows this because he, like so many others, is a name with a list of masteries she keeps a vast catalog of in her head. She knows this because he, like so many others, tried to grab at her hair before realizing that her sleeves were not just theatrical. She knows this because he, like so many others, crusades against something he can't stop.
She has met Bushido exactly one time. And during that time, he said to her, "It's crossed wrong. That way is intended for the dead."
Exactly one time.
|The universe and the world and the galaxy and her.|
Cheshire knows enough. She knows the sheer emptiness of humanity. She has glimpsed the limits of existence and it purged her cleanly and well. Her head juts with icicle thoughts and she dons the mask to go play cops-and-robbers/provide sport for a dust-speck god/dance in a squalid, brilliant ballet.
She knows that there is no overarching law of goodness. She knows that power is all we bags of elements can control because our brains are solid and our teeth are too.
Strange that she should feel so alive when killing.
|This is not a mission, she whispered to herself.|
The man with swarthy skin and diluted eyes,
He'd grinned as the blood had dripped into his palm.
He'd laughed as the whip cracked across the lily-pale back.
He'd glared as the tears splashed onto the makeshift bed.
This is not a mission, she whispered to herself.
He screamed as the claws drove into his skin.
Red pooled around her legs.
The mouse eyes flickered.
His mouth gaped like a rotting cavern.
This is not a mission.
She left him gasping in the desert, and whispered,
"Merry Christmas, Cheshire."
The boy had a face curdled with acne and his ill-fitting hotel uniform was blue.
"I need your name, Miss."
Cheshire looked down at her designer luggage filled with explosives. "Er..." She calculated her dialogue as he began to drum his fingers.
"Have you made a reservation?"
She looked up. "Oh, no. I'll only be here for one night, so I didn't think...is that okay?"
She ran through the possibilities in her head. Samantha was no good...couldn't use Carpenter or Lee...
"Jade," she said hesitantly, "Jade...Harper."
"Very good. Here's your key."
She smiled all the way up.
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NOTES AND STUFF!
I've read a lot of a comic! Cheshire, but not nearly enough to consider myself anything approaching well-versed. In that way...I have an understanding of her character, albeit, it's a loose one. So I'm taking some liberties with her in these fics, much like how the show has changed bits and bobs in the other characterizations...so work with me, those of you who know Jade to a T.
On "Dead": The way Cheshire's abbreviated kimono is crossed is, apparently, the wrong way. That is, it's crossed the way corpses wear it...to their funeral. So...make what you will of the drabble. ;) Or ask me. Whatever.
On "Holiday": Stay with me here, people. So, according to to titanstower.com, Chesh was sold into slavery (hey, just like Starfi--*shot*)at a young age. The guy she's chasing? That's her former, er, slave master. Again, take what you want from it, but if it's still weird...ask me. o_O
Thank you and goodnight!
|She Will Be Loved--Maroon 5|