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Ricki was on her knees atop her bed within her room. She brushed her long shiny black hair back as she [url=http://i1158.photobucket.com/albums/p601/xX2shygirlXx/rickiadullgirl_zps98bd6d8f.jpg]wrote upon the wall with a red crayon[/url]. The fifteen year old didn't like this room. She didn't like being on this team, and she didn't that the Flash had forced her to leave her home. Ricki didn't much care for the Flash either. Who was he to tell her what to do? Who was he to spoil her fun in Keystone City?

The girl was in mid-sentence when the alarm sounded throughout the compound. Ricki's brow furrowed at the loudness of it, but her glossed lips curled into a smile. The alarm indicated that it was playtime. She finished her sentence, and then placed the crayon neatly back in its box. Yes. It was playtime. And, playtime meant she had to change into her play clothes. It was off with the red short-sleeved stretch top and white lace trimmed tank underneath. Off with designer boot-cut jeans. In their place would be a red spandex bodysuit that clung to tightly to such a young body. Blue gloves covered her delicate hands and boots slipped over her dainty feet both reminiscent of a swashbuckler or pirateer. Then, came the white harlequin mask with a sewn in turquoise wig. And to complete the outfit, a short blue jacket with yellow trim and puffy sleeves. Once dressed Ricki was about to leave her room to join the others when it dawned on her. [i]You play if you don't bring toys.[/i] Quickly, the girl went to the chest at the end of her bed and proceeded to grab a few 'toys'. These gadgets were small enough to slip into her jacket, gloves and boots. Except for her handy 'punchline' which she twirled in her hand as she left her room.

Entering the common room about the time that Shock came in, Ricki's dark eyes looked around in baffled amazement at the scene before her.Plastic Man was tangled up against the wall. Ricki was not surprised by this considering his clumsiness during the team's battle with the Kobra. The memory of using the rubber-boy's ballooned body as a launch pad did put a smirk on her face. But, seeing Patriot holding up not only the couch but also the refrigerator above his head turned her smirk into a frown. "My milkshake."