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Spider Quinn 18 A Birthday and Stormy Sonnets Part 1
18 A Birthday and Stormy Sonnets
The teenage girl approached the grave site at sunset while fog was settling in.
The headstone read.
Jacob Elias Morgendorffer
June 23, 1952 – November 4, 2000
The girl flipped back her cloak, allowing the fading sunlight to reflect off her glasses and hairclips. “Hi, Dad,” Daria Morgendorffer said. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here a for a while.” She paused. She still knew it was silly, but it was one way of processing her grief. “Things have been busy lately, especially since Groundhog Day.” She paused. The search for information on Oscorp’s plans for Lawndale, and then becoming Dafoanairi had taken up more of her time than expected. Then there was the unresolved situation with Quentin Beck.
“There are now fourth and fifth vigilantes here in Lawndale. I can imagine you ranting about that. Anyway, the Enigma and Dafoanairi. Can you guess who the latter is? Me. That’s right, I’m fighting crime and rescuing people, armed with a quarterstaff. Can you believe that? At least Jane being abducted didn’t stop my play being played. That’s right, Tempest is now being shown at the Historia. That despite Quentin Beck showing his true colors.” Daria shook her head, she didn’t want to dwell on Beck. She took out the newspaper she had brought with her.
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Sunday, February 25, 2001
Critics and Jane Lane Rescued by Vigilantes including SpiderGirl
Quentin Beck Escapes
“I’ll read out the business section. There’s a lot about Oscorp having a rollercoaster ride on the stock market.”
Daria then heard something. She turned around with her quarterstaff at the ready (as she had walked to the cemetery as Dafoanairi). “Who’s there?” she asked.
There wasn’t an answer. She turned back to her father’s headstone. She then saw that something was behind it. “What’s this?” She grabbed it and saw that it was a sealed envelope. “Who places letters next to a grave?” she asked herself. She then wondered if she would open it or not. ‘Come on, Morgendorffer, what’s going on in Lawndale has you paranoid.’ She then ripped it open.
“A poem?” she asked herself after reading the first couple of lines.
What’s more, it seemed to be a love poem. ‘Really? Who asks grieving teens out in such a way?’ She looked around again. There was no one there. “Sorry. Someone seems to be leaving poems here.” Daria then read out the business section, as well as the front page article.
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The teenage girl approached the grave site at sunset while fog was settling in.
The headstone read.
Jacob Elias Morgendorffer
June 23, 1952 – November 4, 2000
The girl flipped back her cloak, allowing the fading sunlight to reflect off her glasses and hairclips. “Hi, Dad,” Daria Morgendorffer said. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here a for a while.” She paused. She still knew it was silly, but it was one way of processing her grief. “Things have been busy lately, especially since Groundhog Day.” She paused. The search for information on Oscorp’s plans for Lawndale, and then becoming Dafoanairi had taken up more of her time than expected. Then there was the unresolved situation with Quentin Beck.
“There are now fourth and fifth vigilantes here in Lawndale. I can imagine you ranting about that. Anyway, the Enigma and Dafoanairi. Can you guess who the latter is? Me. That’s right, I’m fighting crime and rescuing people, armed with a quarterstaff. Can you believe that? At least Jane being abducted didn’t stop my play being played. That’s right, Tempest is now being shown at the Historia. That despite Quentin Beck showing his true colors.” Daria shook her head, she didn’t want to dwell on Beck. She took out the newspaper she had brought with her.
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Sunday, February 25, 2001
Critics and Jane Lane Rescued by Vigilantes including SpiderGirl
Quentin Beck Escapes
“I’ll read out the business section. There’s a lot about Oscorp having a rollercoaster ride on the stock market.”
Daria then heard something. She turned around with her quarterstaff at the ready (as she had walked to the cemetery as Dafoanairi). “Who’s there?” she asked.
There wasn’t an answer. She turned back to her father’s headstone. She then saw that something was behind it. “What’s this?” She grabbed it and saw that it was a sealed envelope. “Who places letters next to a grave?” she asked herself. She then wondered if she would open it or not. ‘Come on, Morgendorffer, what’s going on in Lawndale has you paranoid.’ She then ripped it open.
“A poem?” she asked herself after reading the first couple of lines.
What’s more, it seemed to be a love poem. ‘Really? Who asks grieving teens out in such a way?’ She looked around again. There was no one there. “Sorry. Someone seems to be leaving poems here.” Daria then read out the business section, as well as the front page article.
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