Stupid Stick (Ant)
Jan 16, 2011 23:05:01 GMT -5
Post by Elin Nyström on Jan 16, 2011 23:05:01 GMT -5
Elin stood outside, the snowflakes lightly falling on her perfect golden hair. She rubbed her gloves together in a futile attempt to get warm. You should be used to the cold, you’re from SWEDEN, her mind yelled. She shivered.
She didn’t really understand why she was even standing outside of the school to begin with. But there she was, standing on the sidewalk. Her feet were adorned in light blue and white polka-dotted rain boots. She wore a layer of white tights beneath a knee length pale yellow skirt. A white wool double breasted trench coat covered a crisp white polo. You’d get laughed at for wearing this little clothing this time of year back home. No wonder you’re freezing, her subconscious sneered.
She assumed that just going outside would have helped her realize that she can’t control everything. It wasn’t working. She itched to try to “clean’ things up and stopped herself. That was until she noticed a small branch laying a top the snow. She wanted to move it; she needed to. It was a blemish on something so pure and immaculate. She didn’t, however, want to ruin the otherwise pristine snow.
Different ideas crossed her mind as to how she could move the branch without actually touching the snow. People passing by must have thought she was nuts, standing there, staring across the snow with a pensive look on her face. The only one of her ideas that seemed to work in her head was to phase through the snow and pick up the branch.
Elin felt her molecules become less dense as she pushed them apart. As a precaution she always tried to touch something prior to walking through something. She’d run into too many solid walls at full speed not to. Her small pale hands passed through the snow with ease. She walked through the snow without leaving a single track and reached for the branch. Only, when she reached for it, her hand passed through it just like it had the snow.
Her mind went back to a training session. She’d been trying to make only certain parts of herself phasable while keeping the rest of herself solid. But of course now, she needed to be able to do the exact opposite. She let out a small exasperated sigh.
Either I can stand here a fool or try to pick up the darn branch, she scorned at herself. She forced the molecules in her arm back together. It was solid. Hurriedly she snatched up the branch and tried to pull her molecules as well as the branches apart. She would never have been able to do that with something alive. But, the branch was separated from the tree and therefore, dead.
As the last few molecules spread the ones in her left leg went slamming back together.
”Great,” she muttered under her breath.
All of this for a stupid stick.
She didn’t really understand why she was even standing outside of the school to begin with. But there she was, standing on the sidewalk. Her feet were adorned in light blue and white polka-dotted rain boots. She wore a layer of white tights beneath a knee length pale yellow skirt. A white wool double breasted trench coat covered a crisp white polo. You’d get laughed at for wearing this little clothing this time of year back home. No wonder you’re freezing, her subconscious sneered.
She assumed that just going outside would have helped her realize that she can’t control everything. It wasn’t working. She itched to try to “clean’ things up and stopped herself. That was until she noticed a small branch laying a top the snow. She wanted to move it; she needed to. It was a blemish on something so pure and immaculate. She didn’t, however, want to ruin the otherwise pristine snow.
Different ideas crossed her mind as to how she could move the branch without actually touching the snow. People passing by must have thought she was nuts, standing there, staring across the snow with a pensive look on her face. The only one of her ideas that seemed to work in her head was to phase through the snow and pick up the branch.
Elin felt her molecules become less dense as she pushed them apart. As a precaution she always tried to touch something prior to walking through something. She’d run into too many solid walls at full speed not to. Her small pale hands passed through the snow with ease. She walked through the snow without leaving a single track and reached for the branch. Only, when she reached for it, her hand passed through it just like it had the snow.
Her mind went back to a training session. She’d been trying to make only certain parts of herself phasable while keeping the rest of herself solid. But of course now, she needed to be able to do the exact opposite. She let out a small exasperated sigh.
Either I can stand here a fool or try to pick up the darn branch, she scorned at herself. She forced the molecules in her arm back together. It was solid. Hurriedly she snatched up the branch and tried to pull her molecules as well as the branches apart. She would never have been able to do that with something alive. But, the branch was separated from the tree and therefore, dead.
As the last few molecules spread the ones in her left leg went slamming back together.
”Great,” she muttered under her breath.
All of this for a stupid stick.
?!!" He didn't pop out though. He jumped out, fully exposed, and pointed his hands at her (forming them like a giant gun) and giving her his best Evil-Russian-Villain impression.
