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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kevin Perrine" data-source="post: 1833088" data-attributes="member: 20347">and now...  TERRATara Markov, stood gazing about...  less paying attention to anything anyone was saying than she was taking in the vibe of the grounds.  Standing about 5'2",  barely over 100 lbs  -  she wore her kakis capris pants down below her little tummy with a t-shirt that she would keep streching down  (not yet comfy with her body).  A longer dark blue naval type coat kept her skinny frame warm  but  her toes remained open to the grass, gravel and ground.  Tara was more athletic in body-type than strikingly beautiful.  But the potential for beauty remained,  sorta like one of those gauwky-gangly girls that grows up to be a super model...Her hair is long and a very light blonde,  straight and hanging down over her forhead and ears.  This has caused her to develop the mannerism of constantly swiping it up and behind her ear on one side or the other.  Her eyes were big and at times could open with a child-like innocence but at the same time her experience with no real family or trusted ones gave her a continual skwint of trepidation.and lastly -  the thing she hated most...  her braces....Tara had always had an overbight,  what most kids call "buck teeth".  Tara hated it,  but the braces have not been the saving grace you'd think they would for a 15 year old teenage girl...Not really daydreaming but not really focusing on anything either...the stuff they had to say.......It was typical for the American teens.The big blue wanna-be would flex his muscles,  the tart with the big boobs hugs the flirty arrow boy,  the boy wonder is just a stand-in for the real thing...  it never changes...  and oh great...  goth-girl is my roommate..... Terra thought as she mumbled under her breath:"oh great... goth-girl is my roommate.....  how very .... 80's"Not trying to provoke or let anyone hear, but not caring so much if they did.  Tara grew up in facilities much more drole and lab-like than this.  The air, the ground beneath her flip-flops, the freedom felt good.But at the same time was scary,  even if she'd never admit it to anyone.The "transfer" from her home in the former Soviet Union was quick and susinct.  She hadn't really understood it,  she'd never been taken more than 40 miles from the facility she'd grown up in.  But conversations like these, would be "TITANS",  were having around her was the same no matter what continent she was on....  Tara guessed anyway...Tara (emphasis on the  "are")  or Terra (emphasis on the "air"),  she didn't care... the lab-monkeys had spelled and mis-spelled her name so many times that she answered to either now.  The name Terra was apparently an inside joke they played on her when she was to young to understand, from the words  "terra firma"  as in the latin for solid ground.Ha ha,  very funny...   Some people can be so mean, without even knowing they've done it.Tara had a name,  but she really hadn't formed an identity yet.Maybe that's what being a TITAN would teach her.She didn't know and it made her afraid and nervous....But that was something Terra was used to...  and she'd developed a personality to compliment that.  Constantly wanting to be accepted,  but never wanting to seem weak.Kinda crumbly...Like the ground sometimes........marble.....  I could break it.brick...... not a problem.the Library shelves......  it'd be fun watching the books rain down sometime...Terra thought as Nightwing prattled on.what time is it now?She thought to herself,  looking down to her wrist where it was obvious that there was no watch.  Understanding that they were  "free"  for awhile, Tara pulled up her  I-Pod  earplugs and keyed in something to drain the boardom away from the moment.  She then glanced around to see where everyone would be going.  Terra hated crowds,  especially pretentious, stoopid, JL-wanna-be babies...  but she hated being alone more.She stalled a little time fiddling with her I-Pod and kicking her bags around to casually watch what the other kids were doing...  She didn't want to be a follower by any means,  but she didn't want to be the leader either.......[and Terra waits to see what the others do before deciding herself,  she won't speak aloud until spoken too at this point]</blockquote>

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