Kulikovia
24-10-2008, 14:30
OOC: I felt like doing something that is related to the Heroes Rp that Alversia is hosting. This is like a Stand Alone episode such as the webisodes between Seasons 2 and 3 of Heroes.
Jonensberg
The window was fogged up from her hot breath. It blotted out the view of the street. A girl by the name of Ashira Dryden, a young woman at the age of thirteen with medium black hair and steely grayish blue eyes used a sleeve to wipe it away and pressed her face back against the window. The cold radiated through the window and into the tip of her nose. Dots of white began to lazily cascade down from the sky. It was a boring day, like many days in fact. The streets were almost deserted. During this day, the whole country worked, all the kids went to school save this one.
She rested her chin onto the crook of her right hand and sighed. For the past three days she'd been abscent from school. It all started with a terrible fever that felt like a burning fire that spred throughout her body. Her parents were concerned and a visit to the doctor yielded no rest for their wearied minds. The doctor scratched his head, trying to put a finger on the ailment. High fever, dizziness, headaches; extreme headaches. The girl must've taken enough asprin to kill an elephant. Of course, the doctor searched for a quick answer and wrote it off as a flu.
The parents convinced themselves that their doctor's diagnosis was acceptable and they took a perscription for some flu drug and thanked him for his service. Ashira knew he was full of it. These headaches were enough to cause a split in the Earth's crust. Her mother, Agatha, decided to keep her at home for a few days, perhaps it would pass.
Ashira pulled away from the window and skirted off to the bathroom to retrieve a bottle asprin. A wince of pain and two pills down the throat and she was back in her room. The walls were covered with music posters. Alot of Scandinavian bands, heavy metal as well as Nightwish and other groups affiliated with that genre. There was nothing on the tv, she'd listened to all her songs five times over in past three days and each day passing fueled her irritation with the whole situation. dspite their good intentions, the parents didn't understand what was happening to her. She hardly had a grasp on what she was feeling. They probably wrote it off to the latter stages of puberty. She even admitted that it was a descent enough umbrella cause for all these things. But damn, the headaches were unimagineable in their pain and duration.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon her activities consisted of running up the phone bill, creating in her mind the largest rubberband ball, and downing a whole bottle of asprin. The boredom eroded her mental state down to enjoying watching a man srcape ice off of his windshield. The pinnicle being when he threw the thing to the ground in frustration due to him being unable to scrape fully through the thick layer. She watched on, hopeful that he'd go on a rampage with the ice scrapper, wielding it wildly in the air, tearing down the street as the masses ran in horror. Sadly, he merely adjusted his glasses and picked it up after cursing a few times.
This was a serious downer to an already down day. Her friend Anya had dropped off her missed assignments yesterday for Science. They had to write an essay on The Theory of Evolution, it's impact, and its' future. it was a mountainous assignment. She worked on it piece meal during the three days but made little headway. having given up all other avenues of enterainment, she bit the bullet and sat down at her desk to complete the essay. Stacks of books and papers rose like a mountain range. She set aside the papers and dug out a book she got from the library.
It was entitled, Activating Evolution, by some Indian doctor. It was an interesting enough read. This covered the future of evolution. In the book, the doctor described the human mind's untapped possibilities. Cellular regeneration, telekenesis, and human flight? These were just to name a few. It seemed hard to believe, people walking around with the ability to cut their arm off and grow another, or to fly from one city to another. In her mind it was...impossible to put it simply. Anya thought of it as exciting.
"It's like we can all be superheroes!" Anya's expression brightened during a study group one day, "I mean-wouldn't it be cool to fly?!"
"Yeah, we've all thought about it but that's impossible. None of us are Superman or Wonderwoman, get a grip" Ashira retorted, "It's just silly"
Anya was probably her only 'real' friend. a bright spirited and opptomistic girl who is the almost opposite of Ashira. They grew up together and stuck to each other like glue. Hecklers and the popular crowd who regularily pray on the lower pegged members of the social ladder often scrawled on bathroom walls that they were lesbians. It was untrue and a cruel joke. Ashira was different but who isn't? She didn't fall in with the popular kids and was a social outcast for the most part.
As she jotted down notes from the book and slowly pieced together an introduction, another episode grappled her head. A sharp pain sezied her and spiraled up the spine and encumbaced her skull, almost cruching her brain in blinding agony. She'd had enough of this, enough of bullshit excuses, enough of everything! Her cellphone which sat on the window seal buzzed loudly. She spun around in her chair and shouted "Stop it!"
Suddenly, the cellphone propelled off the window seal and smashed against the wall, scattering in numerous pieces violently. Everything came to a halt, the blinding pain disipated and cleared, like a cloud lifting. Her mouth dropped as she saw the pieces on the floor.
"Uhhh..." she uttered, "No...Way!"
Jonensberg
The window was fogged up from her hot breath. It blotted out the view of the street. A girl by the name of Ashira Dryden, a young woman at the age of thirteen with medium black hair and steely grayish blue eyes used a sleeve to wipe it away and pressed her face back against the window. The cold radiated through the window and into the tip of her nose. Dots of white began to lazily cascade down from the sky. It was a boring day, like many days in fact. The streets were almost deserted. During this day, the whole country worked, all the kids went to school save this one.
She rested her chin onto the crook of her right hand and sighed. For the past three days she'd been abscent from school. It all started with a terrible fever that felt like a burning fire that spred throughout her body. Her parents were concerned and a visit to the doctor yielded no rest for their wearied minds. The doctor scratched his head, trying to put a finger on the ailment. High fever, dizziness, headaches; extreme headaches. The girl must've taken enough asprin to kill an elephant. Of course, the doctor searched for a quick answer and wrote it off as a flu.
The parents convinced themselves that their doctor's diagnosis was acceptable and they took a perscription for some flu drug and thanked him for his service. Ashira knew he was full of it. These headaches were enough to cause a split in the Earth's crust. Her mother, Agatha, decided to keep her at home for a few days, perhaps it would pass.
Ashira pulled away from the window and skirted off to the bathroom to retrieve a bottle asprin. A wince of pain and two pills down the throat and she was back in her room. The walls were covered with music posters. Alot of Scandinavian bands, heavy metal as well as Nightwish and other groups affiliated with that genre. There was nothing on the tv, she'd listened to all her songs five times over in past three days and each day passing fueled her irritation with the whole situation. dspite their good intentions, the parents didn't understand what was happening to her. She hardly had a grasp on what she was feeling. They probably wrote it off to the latter stages of puberty. She even admitted that it was a descent enough umbrella cause for all these things. But damn, the headaches were unimagineable in their pain and duration.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon her activities consisted of running up the phone bill, creating in her mind the largest rubberband ball, and downing a whole bottle of asprin. The boredom eroded her mental state down to enjoying watching a man srcape ice off of his windshield. The pinnicle being when he threw the thing to the ground in frustration due to him being unable to scrape fully through the thick layer. She watched on, hopeful that he'd go on a rampage with the ice scrapper, wielding it wildly in the air, tearing down the street as the masses ran in horror. Sadly, he merely adjusted his glasses and picked it up after cursing a few times.
This was a serious downer to an already down day. Her friend Anya had dropped off her missed assignments yesterday for Science. They had to write an essay on The Theory of Evolution, it's impact, and its' future. it was a mountainous assignment. She worked on it piece meal during the three days but made little headway. having given up all other avenues of enterainment, she bit the bullet and sat down at her desk to complete the essay. Stacks of books and papers rose like a mountain range. She set aside the papers and dug out a book she got from the library.
It was entitled, Activating Evolution, by some Indian doctor. It was an interesting enough read. This covered the future of evolution. In the book, the doctor described the human mind's untapped possibilities. Cellular regeneration, telekenesis, and human flight? These were just to name a few. It seemed hard to believe, people walking around with the ability to cut their arm off and grow another, or to fly from one city to another. In her mind it was...impossible to put it simply. Anya thought of it as exciting.
"It's like we can all be superheroes!" Anya's expression brightened during a study group one day, "I mean-wouldn't it be cool to fly?!"
"Yeah, we've all thought about it but that's impossible. None of us are Superman or Wonderwoman, get a grip" Ashira retorted, "It's just silly"
Anya was probably her only 'real' friend. a bright spirited and opptomistic girl who is the almost opposite of Ashira. They grew up together and stuck to each other like glue. Hecklers and the popular crowd who regularily pray on the lower pegged members of the social ladder often scrawled on bathroom walls that they were lesbians. It was untrue and a cruel joke. Ashira was different but who isn't? She didn't fall in with the popular kids and was a social outcast for the most part.
As she jotted down notes from the book and slowly pieced together an introduction, another episode grappled her head. A sharp pain sezied her and spiraled up the spine and encumbaced her skull, almost cruching her brain in blinding agony. She'd had enough of this, enough of bullshit excuses, enough of everything! Her cellphone which sat on the window seal buzzed loudly. She spun around in her chair and shouted "Stop it!"
Suddenly, the cellphone propelled off the window seal and smashed against the wall, scattering in numerous pieces violently. Everything came to a halt, the blinding pain disipated and cleared, like a cloud lifting. Her mouth dropped as she saw the pieces on the floor.
"Uhhh..." she uttered, "No...Way!"