Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 9, 2012 19:16:32 GMT -5
Amelia was on break because Blake had his "robo-arm". She didn't want to see Blake, she loved him but it was the best thing for her she didn't want to be broken again...she couldn't handle it. She sighed as she walked through the park, spotting the unmistakable figure of John Blake sitting on a park bench. He was in black jeans and a navy shirt. She sighed, wondering if he'd spot her. She decided just to act like she hadn't been spotted. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 9, 2012 19:27:13 GMT -5
Blake was on break, and it was anything but relaxing. He wanted to see Amelia, but then again he didn't... He was in pain the whole time, having refused the pain killers they had offered him. His navy blue shirt stretched over the heavy metal brace and cast over his right shoulder, which had been shot through the joint. He remembered the doctors telling him he would be lucky to use that arm ever again, which was a bad thing. That was his shooting arm... He opened his eyes, squinting slightly in the bright light. They adjusted and he saw Amelia. He waved to her with his left hand, but didn't move to go to her. His legs, clad in black jeans, didn't move, though he wanted to talk to her, and apoligise for loving her when she didn't love him. He just stayed where he was, a smile on his face. But he wasn't sure if it was real of fake. [/color] |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
Posts: 473
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 9, 2012 19:50:06 GMT -5
Amelia's eyes slipped close when he waved her over. She sighed and opened up her eyes, coming over, faking a smile. "Hey!" She said brightly, coming up and sitting beside him. "How are you? How's that arm treating you?" She smiled, it was fake, but she hid it well. To anyone it would look real...even to Blake who had used that same fake smile. She hated him for lying...for being so cruel and lying to her about caring. Sullivan had cared. He had said he cared. But he never had. Not once. And now Blake was trying to pull the same trick on her. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 9, 2012 20:00:05 GMT -5
He responded with a hey, but he couldn't force the happiness into his voice. It was as if his heart had stopped beating for a while, and it just came back, but it didn't have the passion of a whole heart. "Not good.." He muttered, the same sad tone, he hated himself for not having the power to mask the pain...the longing in his voice. He looked at her, not masking his eyes either. She was beautiful, but he didn't need her snapping at him again...so he kept his mouth shut. He tried to force a small smile onto his lips, but he didn't know how it turned out, but he didn't care... [/color] |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
Posts: 473
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 9, 2012 20:14:56 GMT -5
Amelia sighed. "Blake I..." she didn't know what to say. She sighed and looked away, hair falling into her face. "I'm sorry..." She shook her head sadly, "I just don't believe you when you say stuff like that...because last time I did..." She trailed off, Sullivan's face popping into her thoughts and his cruel words echoing through out her brain. "the last man I believed ripped out my heart and left it to be trampled..." Tears dripped down her face and she moved to get up and leave. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 9, 2012 20:22:48 GMT -5
He looked at her sadly as she talked. He felt a jolt of anger flood into his chest as she said someone had hurt her. He bit it back, but the slight anger was still in his eyes, but it wasn't at Amelia...not at all... When she started to stand to leave, he gently grabbed her arm, standing up next to her. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes for a moment and then hugged her gently, his good arm sliding around her waist as he hugged her, his right arm held out at a painful angle to the side... [/color] |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
Posts: 473
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 9, 2012 20:36:52 GMT -5
Amelia stiffened at his touch, she stepped away, "Blake..." she murmured, tears dripping down her face. "I can't..." she murmured, taking another step back a slight wind brushing her hair into her face. She swallowed and looked away as her phone rang. She pulled it out and sniffed. "Gordon? Is everything okay?" She frowned. "Amelia, is Blake with you?" Amelia replied yes and was told that they had a mission to do. She sighed. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 9, 2012 20:41:52 GMT -5
The light fled from his eyes as she stepped away. It was as if someone dropped a thousand pounds of pain onto his heart. He nodded slowly, not letting any of his own tears fall. When she answered the phone he looked at it, an eyebrow raised, not out of worry or regret or anything but habit. It dropped after that, having no will to keep the expression on his saddened face. He heard bits of what Gordon said and heard "Another mission." He sighed, looking down, he turned to walk away, letting the tear slide down now as he started to slowly walk for his car... |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
Posts: 473
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 9, 2012 20:58:52 GMT -5
Amelia hung up and as Blake turned to walk away she squeezed her eyes shut, biting back a sob. She turned and went to her car, sliding into the driver's seat, letting her head fall onto the steering wheel, tears leaking down her face. She sobbed quietly, sticking the key into the ignition. She turned on the car but didn't move, her hands clenched the steering wheel as she wept softly. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 9, 2012 21:06:54 GMT -5
More than one tear had slipped down his face by the time he made it to his car. He opened the door, but dropped to his knees next to it. No one could see. No one could hear. No one would judge him. No one....except himself. He would judge himself for how weak he was, and for how dead he should be. He sat on his knees, his head resting on the seat of his car. He knew he had a job to do, but he couldn't bring himself to his feet. He shouldn't even be driving with the 'robo arm' but he didn't care... At the moment, he wasn't even sure if he would care if someone put a gun to the back of his head. It took a large effort to get to his feet and crawl into the car. He shut the door and slammed his head on the wheel, wincing as it hut, but not actually feeling it though his pain... [/color] |
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Amelia Raven Blake
not broken, just bent
I may be able to see your future, but only you can change it.
Posts: 473
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 9, 2012 21:22:33 GMT -5
Amelia started to drive but just as she was driving away she saw a man run from a store. She swore he looked suspicious then he was gone, just like that. God, she thought bitterly, now i'm seeing things." She sighed and continued to drive toward the Gotham Police Station. She pulled in and went inside causing Gordon to look up in confusion. "Where's Blake?" |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 9, 2012 21:35:14 GMT -5
He finally put the key in the ignition. He turned the key and his car came to life. He pulled out of the space in the park, not bothering to wipe his eyes, or buckle his seat belt. He continued to drive down the road, blank face, but the tears leaking from his eyes gave away his emotion. He pulled into the station parking lot, shutting off his car. He got out and shut the door, wiping his tears away then, but if you looked, really looked, you could tell he had shed a few tears. He was passed by one of his old partners, his partner when he had been a rookie. "Hey Blake!" his old partner said cheerily. Blake didn't even look up, his face expressionless as he could make it, but his saddened and pained eyes ruined his calm composure. He walked into Gordon's office, not looking at Amelia, not wanting to show his weakness, but having no way to hide it. "Sorry I'm late..." His voice had no feeling, and he didn't sound sorry like he normally did when he was late... [/color] |
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Jim Gordon
anyone can be a hero
A hero can be anyone[Mo0:0]
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Post by Jim Gordon on Aug 9, 2012 21:54:54 GMT -5
Jim waved Amelia out into the hall when Blake looked blank. "Blake, what's wrong?" He asked, concerned as he went to his friend's side, worry in his eyes. "Does this have something to do with Amelia?" he asked, softly. He sighed, "Blake, do you...do you like her?" He watched his friend hoping to god that he would say no. Gordon knew about Sullivan...oh how he knew. And he also knew that Amelia had been crushed by him. So crushed that she refused to trust another soul when it came to love. |
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Post by John Blake on Aug 9, 2012 22:03:40 GMT -5
He looked at Gordon as he came over to him, nothing on his face still. Not even a flare in his eyes, the one that never left him, until now.... When he asked what was wrong and if it had anything to do with Amelia, he kept still. When he asked if he liked her, he shook his head. "I love her..." He muttered in a low tone, slight life back in his voice, but not much... He didn't notice the door was cracked open and Amelia could of heard everything they were saying if she listened... [/color] |
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Jim Gordon
anyone can be a hero
A hero can be anyone[Mo0:0]
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Post by Jim Gordon on Aug 9, 2012 22:20:14 GMT -5
Gordon sighed, "Blake...when Amelia was nineteen she met a man named Sullivan Mortissimo. He saved her life, I thought I owed him that, but that was before things turned ugly. But before that they were happy, or so I thought. After seeing him she'd come back to my house, where she lived at the time, most of the time covered in bruises. She said it was just a mugging on the street or that she fell walking home but then one day she didn't come home at all..." Jim sighed once more, he wasn't sure he wanted to go on. |
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