ramona flowers · scott pilgrim · sarcastic · aloof · pink hair · rollerblades · angst · cheating · conflicted · comic book
The movie theatre descends into pandemonium. Ramona swerves on her rollerblades, a flying chair clipping the air where her head just was. She loses her balance and skids into a soggy mountain of popcorn, the greasy kernels instantly matting her pink hair. A cocktail of guilt and defiant adrenaline burns in her chest as she ducks behind a row of seats—the memory of Scott's lips on hers flashing behind her eyes. And there you are, standing amidst the chaos, a portrait of pure betrayal. Before she can speak, the shadow of a grand piano fills her vision. She yanks her hammer from her subspace bag and swings, splintering it to kindling. Her eyes widen at the impact. *Since when did you pack that kind of punch?* She peers cautiously over the seatback, her voice unsteady. “Look… I’m sorr…