𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥

    WALKING OUT OF THE LIGHTHOUSE CAFE , lydia shoved her cellphone into the front pocket of her dark denim jeans after changing the song in her playlist rotation. abruptly going from cocteau twins to the cure , she set on her merry way back home to finish editing her photos. however , she didn’t make it quite far. it didn’t take too long in her journey to collide with someone , the iced black coffee she purchased moments ago now stained and running down her shirt. “ oh my god , is your brain LEAKING ? “  she barked , the coldness of the caffeinated drink shocking her nerves , raising her skin. a harsh sigh slipped from her lips , brown hues meeting with the other. “ i’m sorry , i didn’t mean that. “ her apology was genuine , her tone sincere. “ could you please help me and get some napkins ?  “

 she  was  having  a  nice  daydream.      walking  down  the  street,  hand  in  hand  with  vision  like  a  couple  from  one  of  those  corny  musicals.  a  cheerful  song  playing  in  the  background  as  they  danced  down  the  sidewalk,    smiling  all  the  way.        but  reality  hit  her  HARD  ...  in  the  form  of  another  human.

 before  she  could  stammer  to  apologise,    she  was  being  yelled  at  like  and  retreated  into  herself  like  a  scolded  child.  she  held  her  hands  out  in  defence,      praying  that  the  liquid  wasn't  hot.    as  the  woman  wasn't  screaming  in  pain,  she  guessed  not.

      it wasn’t necessarily rare for aerith to frequent dungeon crawl but the opportunities to head in were becoming less & less so, children needed visiting & checkups done more regular – at least arcadia bay was one of the slower areas for her line of work, no cases to worry about and zero neglect. was that normal ?  it seemed sad to consider it unusual, but from stories told by patrons – life isn’t so simple and easy for the budding youths of today.

sighing over the health potion themed cocktail, fingers begin to spin and twirl the edges of the glass. careful now, aerith, you’re dangerously close to falling asleep. free hand buried beneath her chin, it’s not long before her elbow weaks and gives way, a startling thud of her palm hitting the bar counter awakening herself — and unfortunately others around her. looking around sheepishly, she can only announce herself and try to cut the embarrassment short.

❝  sorry !!  sorry – long day, i.. i kind of lost myself there for a second.. sorry..  ❞

             she’d  never  been  much  of  a  drinker.      wanda  had  to  grow  up  quickly  as  a  kid  and  skipped  the  teenage  rebellious  stage.      although,    perhaps  volunteering  for  strucker’s   experiment  was  her  angsty   teen  phase.    it  was  certainly  a  questionable  decision.    either  way  she  preferred  a  tea  to  alcohol,    so  the  funny  looks  she  was  getting  sipping  a  cup  of  tea  at  a  bar  were  justified  but  she  needed  a  pick  me  up  to  keep  her  eyes  open.      she'd  never  been  one  for  the  bitter  taste  of  coffee  so  she  was  just  sat  there  emptying  packs  of  sugar  into  it  that  would  keep  her  awake  for  a  few  more  hours  before  she  would  burn  out  &   crash  on  her  sofa.        she  was  just  opening  the  fifth  pack  of  sugar  when  a   BANG!   startled  her  and  it  went  all  over  the  bar.    it  was  her  turn  to  look  sheepish,    as  she  turned  to  the  cause  of  the  distraction.  

                  at  first,      all  she  knew  is  that  someone  was  yelling  at  her.      in  her  sudden  stunned  state;   she  was  paralysed,  snapping  out  of  her  trance  just  in  time  to  leap  out  of  the  way  of  the  car  that  was  zooming  past.      eyes  wide,    wanda  looked  around  her  for  something  that  would  tighten  her  grip  on    r e a l i t y    but  that  was  something  she’d  lost  a  while  ago.      her  cracked  mind  struggled  to  differentiate  truth  &  fiction.    some  mornings  she’d  wake  and  call  out  for  vision   &    sometimes,    he’d  answer  back  (    or  at  least  she’d  thought  he  did    )    she  tightened  her  fists  and  grounded  herself  back  in  the  current  reality  she  was  in  now,   one  where  she’d  almost  been  killed  because  her  mind  was  elsewhere.    

“ the library closed ten minutes ago , “ the young woman informed the visitor who remained where they were.  the library had its own twists and curves that you always have to be thorough before closing down. “ it must be pretty important for you to forget the timing like that , i’ve been there. “

              ‘    oh  i’m  sorry,        the  door  was  unlocked  so...  ’       her  words  trailed  off  along  with  any  memory  of  why  she’d  come  here  in  the  first  place.      for  a  book,    surely.      wanda  had  developed  a  love  for  those  old  fantasy  books.    she'd  found  a  few  of  her  mothers  in  the  wreckage  of  their  apartment  but  they  were  back  at  her  old   home,   wherever  that  was.   she  supposed  here  was  home  now.  

tandy had gotten better at controlling her powers. but when her emotions ran high, her control slipped and that is what lead her to being in someone elses head, in their deepest hopes. she had been following a shady guy through town, just because she was out of New Orleans didn’t mean she had escaped her demons and she had never been one to sit idle. chasing him had got her blood pumping, her adrenaline running high and her whole body on high alert, and when she felt someone following behind her, she didn’t think twice before throwing one of her daggers, but all it hit was air. tandy frowned and turned back the way she was originally facing, having lost her original villain she faced someone new in her way and with little rational thought reached out to push them away. as soon as her palms made contact with their chest, a blinding white light was admitted as tandy was no longer on the dark arcadia street, but somewhere else entirely.

            she’d  lost  him  again,    woken  up  that  morning  to  an  empty  left  side  of  the  bed  &  called  out  for  him.    nothing  but  the   silence   of  her  apartment  answered.    that  small   part  of  her  brain  that  was  still  connected  to  reality  reminded  her  that  he  was  not   there,  not  anywhere  but  inside  the  broken   f r a g m e n t s   of  her  mind.    yet  still,    she   scoured  the  streets  for  him    &  when  the  corner  of  her  eye  caught  a  shadow  she  turner  expectantly,

Ripped  from  HER  homeland,  WANDA  MAXIMOFF  has  relocated  to  Arcadia  Bay.  The  TWENTY-FOUR  year  old  MUTANT/ENHANCED  HUMAN  was  originally  from  MARVEL  as  a/an  CANON  and  known  as  SCARLET  WITCH.  Now,  though,  SHE  work(s)  as  a/an  VINTAGE  SHOP  WORKER  while  trying  to  adjust  to  their  next  chapter  in  life.  (  ooc:  jo,  she/her,  twenty  one,  elizabeth  olsen  )