Post by RenaRoo121 on Apr 14, 2010 21:22:43 GMT -5
She was fuming, her cheeks reddening the more she thought about it. It was one thing, after a long night's flight and patrolling the polluted, gloomy air of New York City but it was an entirely different thing when you flew into your window - your own window - to get some rest and find out that some strangely, brightly colored family was suddenly in your bed, sleeping on some gaudy getup.
"Get the hell out of my apartment!" Radical and yelled.
"No. YOU!" the man had returned before calling the police.
But the Native American super heroine did not stay long enough for that. Enraged, she flung herself into the winds and out the window only to discover that, yet again, they flailed her about in the air like a paper bag.
Despite being the Wakinyan Tanka, Radical was completely out of her element. It had never happened to her before in the past few years of taking the mantle of the thunder bird. It took much diligence and training, yes, but eventually she had mastered all the elements of the earth: plants, water, air, rock - they all obeyed her commands. The thunderclouds themselves would pour for her.
Ever since the heat wave began, though, Radical found herself flailing in the winds with her energy draining. It was not like when she was surrounded by man-made objects and could not come in contact with the elements but it was as if the elements had not been the ones she had known at all. It was as if she was in an alien world.
Despite this, she made her way to her landlord only to find that, somehow, in the past six hours he had a sex change, lost weight and height, and forgot everything about Radical. When he/she decided to call the police complaining about a strange, uncolored woman exploding on her, Radical simply responded "I'm a Native American!" and took off into the turbulent air again.
Suddenly Radical found herself in a very different city. It felt more enclosed, more polluted, and its bright colors and bizarrely mismatched landscapes hurt her tone adjusted eyes. She also had absolutely no possessions to her name and no place to go.
Swallowing, Dr. Raven Shadowheart, hiding her white spandex uniform beneath an overcoat she found in the trash, looked up to the sign above the door.
"Second Time Around?" she questioned before sighing. "I guess I can't be too picky. Let's just hope that advertisement for rooms for rent is still good..."
She also hoped that her coat's unique garbage smell did not cause the owner of the store and apartments to turn her away.
"Get the hell out of my apartment!" Radical and yelled.
"No. YOU!" the man had returned before calling the police.
But the Native American super heroine did not stay long enough for that. Enraged, she flung herself into the winds and out the window only to discover that, yet again, they flailed her about in the air like a paper bag.
Despite being the Wakinyan Tanka, Radical was completely out of her element. It had never happened to her before in the past few years of taking the mantle of the thunder bird. It took much diligence and training, yes, but eventually she had mastered all the elements of the earth: plants, water, air, rock - they all obeyed her commands. The thunderclouds themselves would pour for her.
Ever since the heat wave began, though, Radical found herself flailing in the winds with her energy draining. It was not like when she was surrounded by man-made objects and could not come in contact with the elements but it was as if the elements had not been the ones she had known at all. It was as if she was in an alien world.
Despite this, she made her way to her landlord only to find that, somehow, in the past six hours he had a sex change, lost weight and height, and forgot everything about Radical. When he/she decided to call the police complaining about a strange, uncolored woman exploding on her, Radical simply responded "I'm a Native American!" and took off into the turbulent air again.
Suddenly Radical found herself in a very different city. It felt more enclosed, more polluted, and its bright colors and bizarrely mismatched landscapes hurt her tone adjusted eyes. She also had absolutely no possessions to her name and no place to go.
Swallowing, Dr. Raven Shadowheart, hiding her white spandex uniform beneath an overcoat she found in the trash, looked up to the sign above the door.
"Second Time Around?" she questioned before sighing. "I guess I can't be too picky. Let's just hope that advertisement for rooms for rent is still good..."
She also hoped that her coat's unique garbage smell did not cause the owner of the store and apartments to turn her away.