Robin Spencer Diary
Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:08 pm
Hey all been away awhile, the following is from a project Im trying to working on. Hope you enjoy the lil snip-it. Was not able to send it in a hand writing style as I wanted to and the spelling mistakes and grammer errors are intensional.
Diary of Robin Spencer
June 7, 2009
Well I don’t really know why I’m doing this but for some reason I feel as though I have reached some strange crossroad in my life and I feel the need to write it or sumhow keep track of everthing. I have been here The Wayne estate for about a month now and Im still getting use to well exploring the main house(ITS FUCKING HUGE!!!!). there is sooo much to explore God I never thought I wold see so much luxury in my life. I mean well looking at the castle (that about sums it up) or mansion with its well at a guess 78 rooms, well I still find it hard to believe that only Mr. Wayne and Alfred live here. I’m still uncomfortable. Since Barbara brought me here I’ve only met Mr. Wayne 5 times (man he keeps sum strange hours) and he has barely spoken to me. I wonder at tyms if Im really welcome here :(. Alfred and Barbara are my main companions for the most part and she keeps some off the wall hours to it seems like. There are times that I feel like old Alfred is watching me or making shure I don’t wonder into sertain places in the house. Like the other day. He scared the shit out of me when I was exploring the armory in the east wing hell there was a forceful tone in his voice when saw me looking too closely at a suit of middleages armor in the musims corner. The way he shoed me to the other displays was well not really rude but odd. There are times when he treats me like I was a granddaughter and others well like he’s guarding not me but the house. I don’t know maybe its just me. I mean it could be the new girl or sudden change by my being here. I’ll have to admit there is lonely and depressing feel in the place despite all the trappings of old money. Money, I still cant get over what is happening in my life. Just over a month ago I was living in the sewers of the Gotham slums! I still have those old runny skull tights I wore when I dressed up like a masked working girl and shake down a shit head gangbanger for lunch money. To be honest I kinda miss that. Its one hell of a rush to steal from a thug! A C- cupped Robin in the hood, sealing from those who steal just to be able to eat or hit Good Will for clothes. God how my life is changed! There is a part of me that really wants to put on the skull tights and mask again and remind some people that Skulls is alive and kicking. Maybe I can find a way to sneak off when I explore the grounds(43 ackers )this afternoon. I took a walk around the grounds a few times but never really checked things out. I saw a really small opening on the sea side of the estate near the cliff, could be a cave or something. Looks really really hard to get to hmmm but whats life with out a little danger
Diary of Robin Spencer
June 7, 2009
Well I don’t really know why I’m doing this but for some reason I feel as though I have reached some strange crossroad in my life and I feel the need to write it or sumhow keep track of everthing. I have been here The Wayne estate for about a month now and Im still getting use to well exploring the main house(ITS FUCKING HUGE!!!!). there is sooo much to explore God I never thought I wold see so much luxury in my life. I mean well looking at the castle (that about sums it up) or mansion with its well at a guess 78 rooms, well I still find it hard to believe that only Mr. Wayne and Alfred live here. I’m still uncomfortable. Since Barbara brought me here I’ve only met Mr. Wayne 5 times (man he keeps sum strange hours) and he has barely spoken to me. I wonder at tyms if Im really welcome here :(. Alfred and Barbara are my main companions for the most part and she keeps some off the wall hours to it seems like. There are times that I feel like old Alfred is watching me or making shure I don’t wonder into sertain places in the house. Like the other day. He scared the shit out of me when I was exploring the armory in the east wing hell there was a forceful tone in his voice when saw me looking too closely at a suit of middleages armor in the musims corner. The way he shoed me to the other displays was well not really rude but odd. There are times when he treats me like I was a granddaughter and others well like he’s guarding not me but the house. I don’t know maybe its just me. I mean it could be the new girl or sudden change by my being here. I’ll have to admit there is lonely and depressing feel in the place despite all the trappings of old money. Money, I still cant get over what is happening in my life. Just over a month ago I was living in the sewers of the Gotham slums! I still have those old runny skull tights I wore when I dressed up like a masked working girl and shake down a shit head gangbanger for lunch money. To be honest I kinda miss that. Its one hell of a rush to steal from a thug! A C- cupped Robin in the hood, sealing from those who steal just to be able to eat or hit Good Will for clothes. God how my life is changed! There is a part of me that really wants to put on the skull tights and mask again and remind some people that Skulls is alive and kicking. Maybe I can find a way to sneak off when I explore the grounds(43 ackers )this afternoon. I took a walk around the grounds a few times but never really checked things out. I saw a really small opening on the sea side of the estate near the cliff, could be a cave or something. Looks really really hard to get to hmmm but whats life with out a little danger