I wish I wasn't always wrong

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WHO: Stephanie Brown
WHERE: The roof of the Inn
WHEN: Evening 8/4
OPEN TO: Kat
WARNINGS: Depression, domestic abuse

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After her near-miss with Vergil Steph left the party, first to take shelter in the trees where she could remain unseen, then cautiously up to the roof of the inn. From there, she figured, she could watch the comings and goings without anyone noticing or trying to talk to her.

High places were safe. In a tree or on a roof she could see people coming, and anyone who tried to come up after her would soon find that she was far better at getting out of such places than they could hope to be getting up into them.

So she hid, and she sulked. She wasn't really upset that Vergil might be mad at her- he always seemed angry about one thing or another, and it never seemed to keep him from talking to her. What upset her was the knowledge that she had taken a risk and it had gone poorly. If they had been in private there was no telling what might have happened, and with only a few small knives to defend herself she didn't have much faith in her ability to win that fight.

So she had fucked up. Again. It started a spiral that she didn't care enough to pull herself out of. It was only a matter of time until she fucked up again. Maybe next time people would get hurt. Maybe next time she would get hurt. She shouldn't have let her guard down. She shouldn't have tried to make friends in the first place. What was the point? Sooner or later they would all realize what a screw-up she really was.