a heavy heart;

“wow — tracy would kill to do all that. well, not — not really kill, but she loves the spotlight. just not so much that it goes to her head, she’s just very into it,” she said. penny looked at her and shrugged. “well, yanno. segregation. blacks and whites being separated and all that. at our school, the black kids have their own bathrooms and water fountains — they’re not even allowed to dance with the white kids at school dances. they have to stay behind a rope. it’s pretty dumb… my boyfriend and i get a lot of talk about us. we’ve had people tell us we’re committing a sin. we’re the bad kind of popular in baltimore. everyone knows us as ‘the black guy and his white girlfriend’ and it drives me more crazy than my mother could ever get,” she said before sighing. “people just don’t get it. we don’t care what our skin looks like. we just love each other. i’d marry him in a heartbeat if he asked me. we’re gonna have some pretty cute babies some day,” she said with a smile, which faded quickly as she remembered seaweed was nowhere around and how worried he must have been that she wasn’t in baltimore anymore. “sounds good to me. i check everything before i eat it anyways.”

          “   NO,  NO,  MY LOVE  !   ”    she’ll exclaim,  practically tearing the horse costume out of the smaller girl’s hands.    “   just because there’s a dead body out here,  does not mean you have to look  …  like that  !  ”   she’ll toss the costume to the side,  booping  the other’s nose.    “   you just let me help you my darling,  yes  ?   ”     |  @inthemccnlight  ♡’d.

         “   you’d have to have known i wouldn’t have let you be out here tonight  ALONE,  rors.   ”    he’ll start,  tugging at his leather jacket.    “    —–  but,  do we  REALLY  have to match costumes  ?   ”   |  @inthemccnlight  ♡’d.

“broadway,” she said with slightly widened eyes. “that’s like… the tippy toppy of acting. are you an actress? that was a stupid question, you wouldn’t be doing a show if you weren’t one,” she said, immediately regretting the stupidity of her question. “i just stopped her cause i had a hypoglycemia attack and i knew where there’s fun, there’s food and sugar. now my sugar’s back up but so is my blood pressure, this place sucks.” penny’s hypoglycemia was a serious problem — especially for her because her sugar was already so low to begin with, and when it dropped, it dropped fast. “it’s fantastic — it’s my favorite place in the world. well… the record shop and the turnblads house are my favorite places, but baltimore in general. it’s great. aside from the segregation, that part really sucks… makes my heart hurt.” segregation upset her long before she met seaweed. but it sure did bother her a lot more now than ever. she thought for a few seconds, thinking of the pros and cons. of course… there weren’t many cons. except that her sweet tooth would kick in. but the biggest pro was that she’d have something on hand in case her sugar dropped. and the few times she went trick-or-treating as a child, she really had enjoyed it. “okay… but, anything that contains any kind of nut has to be sealed in some sort of wrapper. i’ll die.”

“did you run away too?” she asked before shaking her head, remembering that the amber lookalike just told her running away wasn’t a good idea. “never mind, don’t answer that. i forget things easily.” penny nodded, sighing quietly but deeply at the thought of her home. baltimore, that is. not her literal house. “i miss it… my friends… my boyfriend… i should have just gone to tracy or seaweed… heck, i would’ve even gone to amber, she hates my mother more than i do. everyone does.” the short brunette gave live a small half smile. “this isn’t vintage in baltimore. it’s not exactly… fashionable. but not vintage for sure. we all wear stuff like this.” her head shook and she gave a soft hum. “huh-uh. my mother doesn’t let me. she thinks it’s celebrating the devil. besides, i’m getting too old for it. i just turned sixteen, i’m ancient compared to some of the kids around.”

“you look exactly like a friend of mine… well, she’s not really a friend, she’s more like the mean girl that torments my best friend but is nice to me because she pities me,” she rambled. “penny lou pingleton.” she’d heard that lecture before. she was eight years old and she ran away from home to the turnblad house. she was also ten and thirteen and fifteen. miss edna told her every single time she should never run away because it was dangerous — but penny knew it was different this time. it was more serious this time. she wasn’t just downtown crying in her best friend’s mother’s arms in baltimore this time. she didn’t know exactly where she was. and that was the dangerous part. aside from a killer being on the loose. “i just need to get back to baltimore. if i never see my mother again, i’ll be fine — but i — i need seaweed and tracy and… and miss edna, god i miss miss edna’s hugs,” she said almost in a whisper. she gave the girl a confused expression, tilting her head to the side. “what are you talking about costume? i’m not in a costume, these are my clothes,” she said, unsure of whether she should be offended or not.

his costume is cheesy, peter is hyper aware of that but it also makes sense. if he wore his actual supersuit, he wouldn’t be able to talk to people without being suspicious but if he wore a normal costume he wouldn’t be able to investigate what had happened ( he doesn’t even want to think about it ). that’s how he had settled on his homemade spiderman suit, he could just claim to be a fan. as he retreats from one of the creepy vendors ( who wouldn’t even talk to him or answer his questions ) he falls into step next to a person. “are you okay?” the answer is probably obvious but he has to ask.

her eyes widened, looking at the girl in front of her. she knew that face. that face was of one amber von tussle. but… she knew amber well enough to know she wouldn’t dress as something so simple and basic — the von tussles were over the top no matter what day it was. penny was convinced they even slept in ballgowns instead of nightgowns. “amber…?” she asked, uncertainty in her voice as she highly doubted this was the girl the grew up with. “i’m — no, i’m not lost, i just — i need to go home, i thought going somewhere that wasn’t home would get me away from issues and… and clearly, this place wasn’t the right place,” she said as she adjusted her glasses.

“i don’t like this place much…” penny said out loud to herself as she nervously ran her hands through one of her pigtails. “i need to go home… tracy’s probably looking for me, seaweed’s probably worried sick, and… miss edna, god i bet if she found out i ran away she’d be in the middle of a heart attack. or stress eating…” she muttered. as her brown eyes looked around, her tiny body simultaneously ran into somebody and it snapped her attention to the person in front of her, stepping back and covering her mouth. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! are you okay?”

         “ i just turned TWENTY ONE— i think i know enough , “ she says with a laugh. was she really twenty one? she stopped counting the years that passed after the FOURTH sacrifice , everything seemed to blur together at that point , so it would just be a WASTE of time. “ it’s on me , but you can choose , if you want. ”

“oh, really? congratulations. i feel as though i should be the one buying you a drink, but since you insist...” elektra looked in the direction of the closest waiter and he came over without her so much as motioning. “vodka martini -- or mezcal, if you have it.” which, they wouldn’t. this was an amusement park, after all. “two, thank you.” when he left, she looked back at her new acquaintance. “you have to start them young. isn’t that what people say?” she smiled charitably, like ordering a drink for her was a great kindness.

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“That or worrying that your weapon will hurt someone.” Hana had to remember who Gogo was but when she saw the costume and the toy weapon, she had to say to make sure. She didn’t want to find out if she was as skilled as the character. Glancing down at her pin-up girl cruiser outfit, she frowned to herself. “Oh. come on. Isn’t it obvious?” She tried to put on her cutest voice, winking at her as she acted as her character. “Hey Daddy’o!”

( … ) “not to be THAT person, but are you sure you’re tall enough for this ride?”

           ❛ right, okay i can see you’re not liking this game as much as i’m BUT !!  ❜ there it was, that mischievous grin that could only get him in, or mean trouble.   although these days, ed could not remember the other side of him, the riddler, he still existed, he still lived within him, trying to revive itself by coming back through his consistent riddles.  ❛ i promise to let you get out of this store, with a free gift if you answer my next riddle right —- ready? ❜

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        ❝  i’m glad you like them. i wasn’t sure if they were going to be any good because this is only the second time i’m making them , ❞ angel admits as she puts the lid back on the container of cookies. until she made her way to the park , it had been years since she baked anything at all. ❝  i just thought that i would give them a try since pumpkins are so popular right now - there was a whole bunch of them in the hotel kitchen.  ❞

       ❛ can i borrow this? ❜ it wasn’t like his initial thought was to give it back to the other, but after a second thought he decided to ask, after all it would seem less suspicious if he didn’t return the item.  ❛ i just — need it to find SOME people. ❜

         “ look , i know it’s not the most convenient , but can i like , buy you a drink or something so i don’t look like a total fucking loser over here? “ she looks up at them nervously , before flashing a smile.

“it’s certainly not inconvenient,” elektra says smoothly before taking another look at the stranger. “a free drink is a free drink. are you sure you’re old enough to buy anything good?”

he runs a hand through his hair, grinning. “good, wouldn’t want to put you up there and have you flake” he presses a finger to his lip, musing at the question. “peanut butter…or chocolate…or both.”