Walked the Streets a Soldier

All right. So ruses_feminines means "feminine wiles" as in, using sex appeal to get one wants. It fit Val. It was who she was. Getting married and now one of Gotham's protectors she wants something different. We will be changing journals sometime tonight-- Any name suggestions?

EDIT: Valencia can now be found at: robinsrogue
All friends will be re-added. ^^

*grins* Kinky.
( Where's the rope? )

Tim portrayed by actor Zach Braff, Valencia by Natalie Portman

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*wiping her eyes* Have you ever heard a song that completely sums up your life? I just found mine, and I looked like an absolute idiot I'm sure. Alex and I were in his room and had the radio on and damn, this song came on and I just sort of froze. It was like the song called to me. It was my life that he was singing about it felt like and I closed my eyes for just a second and it was like my life just flashed past my eyes.

I was crying like a baby before I could help it.

I bought the song and I've looked up lyrics and I still can't help it. This is my anthem, I swear.

So what do you think? *smirks* Same pretty face, different style. I thought I'd reinvent myself...

It’s cold, but isn’t Gotham always?

The pair doesn’t seem to mind though as they walk the deserted alleyways, his arm wrapped around her waist and her arms crossed to keep the heat near her. Their breath hangs in the air and they whisper to one another about something unimportant. Just another couple returning from the Movies on a Wednesday night—nothing extraordinary…

“Daemyn!” The girl laughed and pulled from her companion, running to a barrel that was containing a fire for the warmth of the man behind it. The girl put her hands out to take in the warmth of the fire and is joined shortly by Daemyn, who looks like bad news. Not as if the fifteen year old Valencia de Vasco looks any more respectable, dark hair crimped and curled in an outfit that did nothing to keep her warm.

She stamped her feet and grinned. “Yo, Jase. Got the goods?”

“Got the money?”

It’s a familiar enough exchange. A bag of pure white grains for the bills she slips into his hand.

This night is different though as Valencia greedily took up her bag. The face of Jase paled some in the moonlight and Daemyn gave a twitch. “Let’s get home, Chica. I got a bad feeling.”

“You’re being stupid.” She told him, pocketing the bad of powder and looking behind her shoulder herself.

Nothing.

“Night, Jase.” She tells the dealer with a wink. “Til next time, huh?”

“Baby—” She feels his hand on her shoulder, nervous. But then, she’s used to that and would have been nervous too if she had much sense about her that evening. “Baby. Go!”

“What the fuck?!” Val demanded as her boyfriend of the day fled and she looked over her shoulder again.

Still—Nothing.

“COWARD!”

So, imagine this: I have to wear a dress for mine and Alex's wedding. I'm dreading it, of course, but it's only for a few hours, right? I went dress-shopping and was looking for a bridal gown: It couldn't be white (all things considering) and I refused to wear anything...poofy. So I found a few dresses and since I'm rather impartial anyways, I want everyone's opinion:



(So, What Do You Think?)