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Francine Peters, Girl Reporter |
Just another gray, ordinary, normal, boring day on the downtown beat of the Cityopolis Star for Francine Peters, Girl Reporter, which was perfectly fine with her. Her partner-in-type, however... |
David "Ask Me About My Poetry Minor" Qin |
...was rolling his bespectacled eyes. "Ho hum," said David 'Ask Me About My Poetry Minor' Qin. "Another statue unveiling. How come the paper never sends us where the action is, Francine?" |
Francine Peters, Girl Reporter |
Francine frowned at him over the top of her own horn-rims. "This is dangerous enough for me, thank you very much. You know how much I hate violence, David." |
Dun dun DUUUUN... |
Like, for instance, the violence she could hear happening 10 blocks over on 5th and Elm, where a robber was just bursting out the doors of the 1st Mercantile Bank, waving his gun and heading for the getaway car. Francine had excellent hearing. You might even, if you were the kind of silly person who believed the stories about costumed heroes swooping around the city yet somehow never getting caught on film by the star reporters of the Cityopolis Star, call it 'Super.' |
( Dun dun DUUUN... )
The Purple Phantasm |
 "Don't leave me!" was a lot harder to shout clearly when you had a face full of pillow and somebody's yellow hair. Wait... "What the heck?" |
[OOC: Tangled, spangled and spaghettied from Strangers In Paradise Vol. 3, Issue 1, preplayed with the lovely
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thismaskiwear, and now The Purple Phantasm and The Cat are stuck in Francine and Katchoo's dorm in St. Louis. Thread 2 is open for assuredly confusing calls or visitation if anyone desires!]
