Post by Pawzkat on Dec 25, 2016 15:05:32 GMT -4
"Okay, I have a few questions, feel free to answer them in any order." The ring of the school bell was dismissed by the two students, a boy and a girl, as carried on ambling down the main corridor, towards the lockers. "How's things, where's my car keys and where's my super suit?"
"Pretty good" The boy shrugged in response, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his incompetent friend who was ever so slightly slurring her words. "You left your car keys and car at my place before heading downtown to fight that giant electricity monster. Might I remind you that you were in your super suit/costume/whatever the hell you want to call it when you left...."
"Oh. Oh no.."
"You lost your costume???" The reply was a mix of things, pity, scepticism and disbelief seemed to be the most prominent though.
"N-no! It's just in a place that I'm currently not aware of, that's all" The girl managed to reply, reaching to push her hair out of her face and took a quick swig of "water" from the bottle she was carrying. "And also, it's a suit, not a costume! Kids wear costumes! Not heroes!"
"Some hero you are Polly" The boy snorted and that was when Polly was shoved in the back.
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A guide to the rehabilitation for the unnaturally gifted, given to Polly Wilson due to the offences of ARSON, PROPERTY DAMAGE, THE POSSESION OF ALCHOL ON SCHOOL PREMISES AND THE ABUSE OF POWERS. The high court has decreed that said young offender is to be stripped of their alias while in rehab and will serve two hundred hours of community service while in a half way house. In ninety days the young offender will be assessed to see if they are fit to return to society and if they fail to have met the specific standards corporeal punishment will be introduced.
Step One of your recovery: Spend twenty four hours in a substance free environment (isolation) without using your powers or interacting with any other human beings.
Step Two of your recovery: Once young offender has successfully passed detox said young offender must pass government interrogation and assessment of your well being.
Step Three of your recovery: Be institutionalized into a half way house/ rehab facility for ninety days to complete the course.
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If you bothered to listen to Polly Wilson she'd tell you she'd never asked for super powers, how she'd inwardly cringe when her therapist used daunting words like responsibility and whenever people cheered her alias when she'd battle super villains it made her a tiny bit sick. Did the universe care?? Nope, here have inconsistent Pyrokinesis! Want to balance school, healthy relationships, a part time job and a good skin care routine? Well try to deal with that while saving the city every other week! That's! No! Stress! At! All! The drinking had just been a side effect, a little thing that Polly was definitely not to blame for in the slightest.
On the other hand she was willing to admit that the alcohol in school, then setting said alcohol on fire while drunk thing was a bit of a mistake though it wasn't like she did it all on purpose or anything. Polly had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing more, nothing less.
Her parents had been the ones most shocked at the whole situation. Their girl being that rowdy "superhero" who paraded around on TV fighting so called villains? Hell had frozen over and by the time officials had managed to also notify them of their child's drinking problem they were well beyond reason. Bags were packed, forms were signed and within 24 hours of Polly leaving court she was on her way to isolation for twenty four hours of detox.
Reflecting on it, the half way house was worse than isolation, in that empty room she could scream, cry, throw up and burst into flame without anyone saying "are you okay?" in that special voice reserved for addicts. Here it was self help journals, positive group time and We're All One Big Family In This Together! When she wasn't eating Polly enjoyed sitting in the TV room by herself, trying to keep up-to-date with who her arch enemies were fighting now. Sometimes when she'd scoff at the other "heroes" who tried to pull off her moves or poses the other patients/inmates would often stare or scoot away. Ah yes, the other people living here, that was something to talk about.
Altogether there were about twenty people living in this building including the two officers that guarded the perimeter, two social workers and the therapist. Due to the anti isolation guidelines Polly had the choice of sharing a room with "Babs", an older woman who was convinced that only way to heaven was by watching Joel Osteen everyday or with "Crazy sally" who liked cats and only cats.
The only other people Polly could remember was "Fat Man Who Has A Face That Seems Really Recognisable" who just sat by the TV and often took the remote and hid it, "Blonde Sad Man" who in the mornings often poured his cereal, cried about it for some reason and then got on with the day, "Wrinkly Drug Woman" who tried to talk Polly into buying some aspirins off her the first night Polly arrived and "Richard" who sighed allot. Apart from that the rest of the people living in this dismal building were just a blur of faces and boring therapy confessions.
"Pssst" It was the incredibly overweight man sitting by the TV."Psst"
"Psst yourself" Polly grumbled but none the less ambled over to sit crossed legged infront of the guy, clearly unimpressed. TV had been on the agenda for today, her 19th day at the half way house and surprise, surprise, the remote was gone.
"I remember you" The man began, chest puffed out as if this was some sort of special occasion. Alarm bells instantly went off in the older girl's head. "Flame Girl"
With a embarrassed groan Polly buried her face into her hands, the first superhero alias she'd used was neither original nor awe inspiring thanks to her thirteen year old mind, convinced that if the fictional Peter Parker could get away with "Spider-Man" then she could pull off "Flame girl". About a year later she'd rebranded as "Pyron" and had redesigned her super suit so it didn't look like it had come from the dollar store.
"Do I even want to know how you know..." Trailing off she squinted at his face, something akin to déjà vu swelled in her chest. "Have we... Have we met before?"
"I'm offended you'd forget me" The fat man huffed, sinking back down in obvious disappointment. "Your first arch nemesis, Dusty Danielewski."
In that single moment everything mentally clicked into place, faint memories of a rooftop battle that got Flame Girl's name into the papers and ultimately threw Polly's superhero persona into the spotlight for good. For a few seconds she was consumed by the bitter thought that it was partly his fault that she'd been pushed into this world of chaos and sham "heros" however she managed to shake it off with a deep sigh. She was a dumb kid playing superman with powers she didn't fully understand at the time, it was bound to turn out this way, regardless of who else was involved.
"Well" She finally mumbled after regaining her thoughts. "When I was young The Great Danielewski was allot thinner... you've really let yourself go..... haven't you?"
Dusty laughed this remark off without a care in the world and reached into one of his cargo pant's pockets for something. "I could say the same about you, they just don't make superheroes like they used to, eh? So much for the golden era of crime fighting"
There's an awkward silence as the ex villain scratched his beard while the hero turned her gaze to the "Live, Love, Laugh" poster that hung by the TV room door. Withdrawing his hand, Dusty very carefully dropped the TV remote into Polly's lap with a sad smile.
"Take my advice: Be a teenager here, a normal one. Watch crappy cartoons and scoff at how stupid they are. Eat cereal without milk while in your therapy sessions and let people help you. Being a superhero can sometimes be nice but you've got to let it go here."
Clapping her on the shoulder, Dusty got up and waddled rather quickly out of the room, leaving Polly to stare at the TV. Her thumbs brushed over the individual buttons and rather suddenly her eyes felt heavy with something she wouldn't ever admit. Ever so carefully she pressed the green circular button and watched the TV screen blare into focus, the image onscreen wavering for a few moments before settling on some silly reality show. Polly battled the urge to turn over to the news channel to see what fights were taking place and instead submerged herself in the drama, allowed herself to laugh at the dumb jokes that Pyron would have scowled at. "Live laugh love" eh? Maybe things could be like that-- not today of course but it was a start.
"Pretty good" The boy shrugged in response, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his incompetent friend who was ever so slightly slurring her words. "You left your car keys and car at my place before heading downtown to fight that giant electricity monster. Might I remind you that you were in your super suit/costume/whatever the hell you want to call it when you left...."
"Oh. Oh no.."
"You lost your costume???" The reply was a mix of things, pity, scepticism and disbelief seemed to be the most prominent though.
"N-no! It's just in a place that I'm currently not aware of, that's all" The girl managed to reply, reaching to push her hair out of her face and took a quick swig of "water" from the bottle she was carrying. "And also, it's a suit, not a costume! Kids wear costumes! Not heroes!"
"Some hero you are Polly" The boy snorted and that was when Polly was shoved in the back.
-------xxx------
A guide to the rehabilitation for the unnaturally gifted, given to Polly Wilson due to the offences of ARSON, PROPERTY DAMAGE, THE POSSESION OF ALCHOL ON SCHOOL PREMISES AND THE ABUSE OF POWERS. The high court has decreed that said young offender is to be stripped of their alias while in rehab and will serve two hundred hours of community service while in a half way house. In ninety days the young offender will be assessed to see if they are fit to return to society and if they fail to have met the specific standards corporeal punishment will be introduced.
Step One of your recovery: Spend twenty four hours in a substance free environment (isolation) without using your powers or interacting with any other human beings.
Step Two of your recovery: Once young offender has successfully passed detox said young offender must pass government interrogation and assessment of your well being.
Step Three of your recovery: Be institutionalized into a half way house/ rehab facility for ninety days to complete the course.
-------xxx------
If you bothered to listen to Polly Wilson she'd tell you she'd never asked for super powers, how she'd inwardly cringe when her therapist used daunting words like responsibility and whenever people cheered her alias when she'd battle super villains it made her a tiny bit sick. Did the universe care?? Nope, here have inconsistent Pyrokinesis! Want to balance school, healthy relationships, a part time job and a good skin care routine? Well try to deal with that while saving the city every other week! That's! No! Stress! At! All! The drinking had just been a side effect, a little thing that Polly was definitely not to blame for in the slightest.
On the other hand she was willing to admit that the alcohol in school, then setting said alcohol on fire while drunk thing was a bit of a mistake though it wasn't like she did it all on purpose or anything. Polly had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing more, nothing less.
Her parents had been the ones most shocked at the whole situation. Their girl being that rowdy "superhero" who paraded around on TV fighting so called villains? Hell had frozen over and by the time officials had managed to also notify them of their child's drinking problem they were well beyond reason. Bags were packed, forms were signed and within 24 hours of Polly leaving court she was on her way to isolation for twenty four hours of detox.
Reflecting on it, the half way house was worse than isolation, in that empty room she could scream, cry, throw up and burst into flame without anyone saying "are you okay?" in that special voice reserved for addicts. Here it was self help journals, positive group time and We're All One Big Family In This Together! When she wasn't eating Polly enjoyed sitting in the TV room by herself, trying to keep up-to-date with who her arch enemies were fighting now. Sometimes when she'd scoff at the other "heroes" who tried to pull off her moves or poses the other patients/inmates would often stare or scoot away. Ah yes, the other people living here, that was something to talk about.
Altogether there were about twenty people living in this building including the two officers that guarded the perimeter, two social workers and the therapist. Due to the anti isolation guidelines Polly had the choice of sharing a room with "Babs", an older woman who was convinced that only way to heaven was by watching Joel Osteen everyday or with "Crazy sally" who liked cats and only cats.
The only other people Polly could remember was "Fat Man Who Has A Face That Seems Really Recognisable" who just sat by the TV and often took the remote and hid it, "Blonde Sad Man" who in the mornings often poured his cereal, cried about it for some reason and then got on with the day, "Wrinkly Drug Woman" who tried to talk Polly into buying some aspirins off her the first night Polly arrived and "Richard" who sighed allot. Apart from that the rest of the people living in this dismal building were just a blur of faces and boring therapy confessions.
"Pssst" It was the incredibly overweight man sitting by the TV."Psst"
"Psst yourself" Polly grumbled but none the less ambled over to sit crossed legged infront of the guy, clearly unimpressed. TV had been on the agenda for today, her 19th day at the half way house and surprise, surprise, the remote was gone.
"I remember you" The man began, chest puffed out as if this was some sort of special occasion. Alarm bells instantly went off in the older girl's head. "Flame Girl"
With a embarrassed groan Polly buried her face into her hands, the first superhero alias she'd used was neither original nor awe inspiring thanks to her thirteen year old mind, convinced that if the fictional Peter Parker could get away with "Spider-Man" then she could pull off "Flame girl". About a year later she'd rebranded as "Pyron" and had redesigned her super suit so it didn't look like it had come from the dollar store.
"Do I even want to know how you know..." Trailing off she squinted at his face, something akin to déjà vu swelled in her chest. "Have we... Have we met before?"
"I'm offended you'd forget me" The fat man huffed, sinking back down in obvious disappointment. "Your first arch nemesis, Dusty Danielewski."
In that single moment everything mentally clicked into place, faint memories of a rooftop battle that got Flame Girl's name into the papers and ultimately threw Polly's superhero persona into the spotlight for good. For a few seconds she was consumed by the bitter thought that it was partly his fault that she'd been pushed into this world of chaos and sham "heros" however she managed to shake it off with a deep sigh. She was a dumb kid playing superman with powers she didn't fully understand at the time, it was bound to turn out this way, regardless of who else was involved.
"Well" She finally mumbled after regaining her thoughts. "When I was young The Great Danielewski was allot thinner... you've really let yourself go..... haven't you?"
Dusty laughed this remark off without a care in the world and reached into one of his cargo pant's pockets for something. "I could say the same about you, they just don't make superheroes like they used to, eh? So much for the golden era of crime fighting"
There's an awkward silence as the ex villain scratched his beard while the hero turned her gaze to the "Live, Love, Laugh" poster that hung by the TV room door. Withdrawing his hand, Dusty very carefully dropped the TV remote into Polly's lap with a sad smile.
"Take my advice: Be a teenager here, a normal one. Watch crappy cartoons and scoff at how stupid they are. Eat cereal without milk while in your therapy sessions and let people help you. Being a superhero can sometimes be nice but you've got to let it go here."
Clapping her on the shoulder, Dusty got up and waddled rather quickly out of the room, leaving Polly to stare at the TV. Her thumbs brushed over the individual buttons and rather suddenly her eyes felt heavy with something she wouldn't ever admit. Ever so carefully she pressed the green circular button and watched the TV screen blare into focus, the image onscreen wavering for a few moments before settling on some silly reality show. Polly battled the urge to turn over to the news channel to see what fights were taking place and instead submerged herself in the drama, allowed herself to laugh at the dumb jokes that Pyron would have scowled at. "Live laugh love" eh? Maybe things could be like that-- not today of course but it was a start.
