#drarchiehopper

...where did you go?  TT.TT

Hazel walked anxiously with the social worker, wishing she could run away and hide somewhere. She didn’t want to start therapy… She didn’t want to talk about everything. Because it was her fault. No matter what the social workers had told her it had to be her fault. Why else wouldn’t her mom and dad love her? Why else would they hit her so much and say the things they said?

She’d been taken away from her parents a month ago when someone had overheard what was going on when her father had been hitting her. She’d been taken to Storybrooke’s hospital and was still staying there until they found a family for her. She had mostly healed, though she had lingering bruises. Now that she well enough they wanted her to start therapy right away. Her social worker had told her she was going to talk to Storybrooke’s Dr. Archie Hopper.

Hazel didn’t know what she should say or talk about. She was upset because she didn’t want a new family. She wanted to be with her mom and dad and she wanted to find out how she could get them to love her. But the social workers said she couldn’t, said it wasn’t safe for her with her parents anymore. She missed them so much… even if they hurt her she missed them. What they had done to her was her fault and she wanted to go back and fix it.

[outoffrost]: Exhausted.  Need sleep.

I owe the following people replies:

drarchiehopper

kissedbyatroll (down to one!  and it doesn't have angst or singing!  (yet))

watchwhatyouwishfor

youngkopa

runningracingdancingchasing

it-s-all-about-popular

acharmingprincess

gypsyxprayer

theformerprince

notanordinaryfairy

fleuret-of-hope

banditprincesssnow

I also should keep plotting with hopelesslyinbxtween, phoebe-dollface-halliwell, and banditprincesssnow.

...I think that's everything...but I have the sneaking feeling I'm missing something, especially after that Chrome crash earlier, so, again, if I'm haven't replied to you - plotting, threading, memes, or otherwise - let me know!  Like this post!  Send me an ask!  (Do both because tumblr eats asks sometimes.)

Alright...I'm going to get some sleep.  Hopefully I'll be able to knock more out when I get up.

All of her life, Elsa knew she was destined to be a superhero.

She didn't know when she'd discovered her calling, but it must have been some snowy day while she was building a snowman.  The wind and snow just seemed to obey her every will, and she must have thought to herself, What if I used this...to save people?

Ever since then, Elsa had gone out on the coldest nights, practicing the superpower she knew she had.  Now, she couldn't just make snow or ice appear - or, at least, that's what her parents told her.  But that's because they couldn't see it!  They still tripped over it anyway, skidding across what they thought were just extra slippery floors and complaining about charlie horses in their legs or arms.  When she said that all this proved it, they'd just rolled their eyes.

At some point, she'd overheard them talking about therapy and she'd immediately quit talking about it.  Elsa decided to act like a normal girl around them - not quite as out there as her younger sister (a social butterfly if ever there was one) - but some manner of typical.

She'd kept practicing her powers in secret.

When her parents died, well, Elsa'd wanted to go out right then.  She had her horrible backstory (an orphan, just like Bruce Wayne!) and even a possible sidekick (her sister, Anna!), but something told her she should wait.

Now, with Anna safely away in college, she was free.

~

Elsa sat in her little blue Oldsmobile, listening intently to the police radio.  Within moments, there was a call - through static - about a robbery at a jewelry store just a few blocks away.  She slipped a thin snowflake-shaped mask into place.

Perfect.

Three minutes later and Elsa was at the jewelry store.  She stepped out of her car, like any normal person in light blue spandex might (it was uncomfortable, but all the other superheros wore it), and walked to the store, ignoring the strange looks in her direction.  The police weren't here yet.  Hopefully she'd be able to stop the perpetrators before anything else happened.

Besides - the people inside seemed scared.

TT.TT

drarchiehopper - you are officially first on my list because this is the second time I haven't made that starter.  I super apologize for my lateness here.  (Also because I'm really excited!)  ><

I also owe replies to it-s-all-about-popular, theatricalia, and kissedbyatroll (I've already started drafting yours!).

I do have a Disney movie marathon planned with my roomie (and possibly a play to go see), so I may not be on other than lurking until late.  I apologize for that, too.

What I have left to do:

Reply to runningracingdancingchasing.

Make a new starter for drarchiehopper.

As far as I know, I'm caught up on everything else (feel free to send me a message if I'm not!).  There's at least one person I should message for further possible plotting, but I think other than that...I'm good?

...there are a few replies I'm waiting on (there's a couple that I think have either been forgotten or dropped), and I'm planning on either tagging y'all in a group post or sending individual messages.