Bad Luck: Faceketball? (Mia Bell)
Dec 20, 2013 3:53:53 GMT -5
Post by Appoline Meian on Dec 20, 2013 3:53:53 GMT -5
Most people thought that having hyper-advanced reflexes was an awesome power, especially when it came to sports. The ability to react nigh instantaneously to an opponent's movements, to move in counter faster than anyone else - hockey goalies, quarterbacks, tennis players and martial artists alike would have envied the elder Meian girl for her power, wishing it was their own.
Her, though? She wished she was normal. Like Cassi, her younger sister.
Appoline never wanted powers. She was strange enough as it was; too different, too flawed. Her mother had gotten lucky and found someone who looked past her aesthetic to the brilliant person underneath, but such a hope was so far in the distance for the wallflower that it simply embittered her thinking about it. Not to mention that passing on her genes would be a nightmare for any child unfortunate to be hers, and that very thought gave her chills.
So, if there was a way to transfer powers to someone else, she'd be the first to sign up.
In gym class, Appoline wasn't exactly a star student. But like her other courses, she was a very good student and did very well. Team sports were often more challenging, and today was no exception. Basketball involved a lot of focus and running, of keeping her attention divided between the ball and the other ten people on the court. It strained her ability and the meager control she had over the subconscious reflexes, and by the middle of class the Japanese teen was worn out and bruised up from overreacting. She wasn't badly hurt, but her muscles were sore for sure. Still, despite her exhaustion and injuries, she didn't dare ask to take a break. There was no reason to give those who teased her even more ammunition.
Her, though? She wished she was normal. Like Cassi, her younger sister.
Appoline never wanted powers. She was strange enough as it was; too different, too flawed. Her mother had gotten lucky and found someone who looked past her aesthetic to the brilliant person underneath, but such a hope was so far in the distance for the wallflower that it simply embittered her thinking about it. Not to mention that passing on her genes would be a nightmare for any child unfortunate to be hers, and that very thought gave her chills.
So, if there was a way to transfer powers to someone else, she'd be the first to sign up.
In gym class, Appoline wasn't exactly a star student. But like her other courses, she was a very good student and did very well. Team sports were often more challenging, and today was no exception. Basketball involved a lot of focus and running, of keeping her attention divided between the ball and the other ten people on the court. It strained her ability and the meager control she had over the subconscious reflexes, and by the middle of class the Japanese teen was worn out and bruised up from overreacting. She wasn't badly hurt, but her muscles were sore for sure. Still, despite her exhaustion and injuries, she didn't dare ask to take a break. There was no reason to give those who teased her even more ammunition.
