Post by vista on May 17, 2015 22:39:46 GMT -4
Vista was fucking pissed....and also a little bit horny....bust mostly fucking pissed. Why did Shadow stalker have to be such a colossal bitch 24/7. All Vista had wanted was to make one damn friend without being treated like a fucking child, and now she was pretty sure that she had just confirmed any suspicion Bug had had about her immaturity by throwing a temper tantrum and storming out like that. The whole situation was made worse by the fact that she knew it was at least partially her own fault for acting so immature.
She hadn't been very subtle about using her power either, and she was beginning to draw stares from passers by on the street. It didn't help either that she stood out so much in her bright green costume. Word traveled fast when it was about capes, and Vista was sure later she'd be worried about how this display would reflect on her as a hero. But for the time being the people on the street were leaving her alone, and that was enough for her at the moment. Naturally however, as soon as she'd had that thought, her one small consolation was demolished as someone spoke up behind her.
"Now that's no way for a hero to look." Vista whipped around, ready to lay into whatever asshole thought they knew what it was like to be a hero, but was stunned into silence when she saw a cheerful looking blonde girl who only looked a few years older than she did. The first thing that struck Vista were the girl's bottle green eyes, even partially obscured behind the folds of her smile Vista felt the intensity of the girl's eyes. It felt as if she could've looked directly into Vista's soul and pulled out the inner most secrets that not even Vista herself knew. The girl's long dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail to reveal every detail of her face. This may have made a normal person look open and vulnerable, but there was a feeling Vista couldn't shake that there was far more hidden behind her face than she let on. The girl was grinning from ear to ear, however the freckles across the bridge of her nose didn't shift with the rest of her face, they stayed eerily in place, as if she were always wearing a mask. The girl was almost thin, but not so much that she didn't have curves. Vista noted her full figure with a slight antipathy. The girl wasn't traditionally beautiful like Shadow stalker, but she had a much more approachable handsomeness about her.
"The way I see it," the girl continued, "you heroes are supposed to set an example for all us normal people. So it's your responsibility to be happy like it or not!" she emphasized her point with an accusing jab of her finger in Vista's direction.
"Oh fuck off," Vista groaned "do you know how hard it is to look happy for the public all the fucking time."
"No," the girl shrugged, "but I'm not a superhero." She puffed out her chest in an exaggerated fashion "Which is why, as a normal citizen, it is my responsibility to provide support to my local heroes in anyway that I can." Vista just stared blankly at the girl. "Come on!" she said "let's get something to eat." Vista raised her hand to protest, but the girl grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her down the street with surprising force. "Don't worry, it's my treat," she said smiling at the very confused looking Vista she was pulling behind her.
Vista would've put up more of a fight, could probably have won in fact, she was stronger than she looked, but she was starving. She'd left without even being able to eat her burrito, and the fact that Shadow stalker had been enjoying her's so much had only made Vista more hungry. So she didn't protest as this strange new girl lead her into the deserted corner of a pizza joint and sat them down at opposite ends of one of the booths. There was a slight scuffle as the girl tried to convince their waiter she was 21, and Vista couldn't help but laugh as she offered to flash him her tits if he'd "look the other way just this once." So it came to be a few minutes later that the two both had cokes, a basket of fries, and a very disgruntled waiter.
"So," the girl asked through a mouth full of French fries, "why the long face back there."
Vista let out a long sigh, knowing that perhaps she shouldn't be sharing the details with a member of the public. "I just had a.....difference of opinion with a coworker."
"Ahh," the blonde smiled "boy troubles."
Vista nearly spit out her coke as a bright red tinge began to force it's way into her cheeks. "I never said anything about a boy."
"Your face says it all honey," the girl said munching triumphantly on another fry.
The fight drained from vista, she knew when she was beat. "Yeah it's a boy," she refused to make eye contact, choosing instead to look down at her hands. "I just wish he'd look at me like a woman, everyone's always treating me like a child."
"It's not easy," the girl reached out and placed her hand on Vista's shoulder, "to grow up in a situation where everyone expects you to be an adult when they need you to be, but no one respects you like one. I spent far too much of my child surrounded by adults who took advantage of me, telling me I had to listen to them because I was a child and it was my place."
Vista was startled to see sadness cloud over those brilliant green eyes that had first caught her attention. Perhaps this girl was more troubled than she'd first let on. "Did it get better once you grew up?" She asked.
The girl smiled at her again, however this time sadness lay at the corners of her mouth, threatening to sour the happy gesture. "I'm not that old, despite what I may have told our waiter," She gave a friendly wave to their waiter who was currently serving a couple a few tables down from them. The man turned bright red and quickly looked away from the flirtatious girl. She sighed, the smile once again leaving her face, and peered through the window between them and the sun-kissed pavement of the outside world. "No, I expect if I hadn't run away I'd still be in that situation today." Vista found herself worried about this strange eccentric girl who'd been willing to approach an angry looking young hero on the street to try and cheer her up. However as Vista opened her mouth to offer her condolence, her words were waved away. "But enough about me, this is about helping you right," the girl was smiling again, but Vista was no longer sure whether it was genuine or not.
"I don't know," Vista sighed, "maybe I'm just overreacting, perhaps I really am still just a child."
"Hey!" The blonde glared accusingly, "no thinking like that aloud. If it's important to you then there's no way you could be overreacting. There's nothing childish about wanting to be treated like an equal by the people around you. You deserve better. We've just met and already I think you're more mature than most of the adults I know, and if the people around you don't see that then fuck them." This time Vista was sure the smile the girl offered was genuine.
"Thank you," Vista said, returning the smile for the first time. "You've helped me more than I could ever have expected."
"Sometimes it doesn't take super powers to help someone out," the girl replied with a wink, "just someone willing to listen. Here," The girl scribbled down a number on the napkin in front of her and handed it to Vista, "call me if things don't get better. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you so much," Vista said, accepting the napkin as she stood up to leave, "I don't have any money on me, but I'll pay you back as soon as I get the chance."
"Oh fuck off!" the girl said waving her away, "I said it was my treat didn't I, what're you deaf?"
Vista smiled, and thanked the girl again once more before heading out of, if she was too late the directory would be suspicious. Damn, she thought to herself as she left, I forgot to ask her name.
Lisa gazed woefully down at the moisture condensing on the brim of her glass. I wonder if I really would've been able to help without super powers. perhaps her situation hadn't changed as much as she'd though. Maybe she was just the one using herself for her powers now.
Where was that fucking waiter, she needed a drink, maybe he'd accept her offer without the thirteen year old there.
She hadn't been very subtle about using her power either, and she was beginning to draw stares from passers by on the street. It didn't help either that she stood out so much in her bright green costume. Word traveled fast when it was about capes, and Vista was sure later she'd be worried about how this display would reflect on her as a hero. But for the time being the people on the street were leaving her alone, and that was enough for her at the moment. Naturally however, as soon as she'd had that thought, her one small consolation was demolished as someone spoke up behind her.
"Now that's no way for a hero to look." Vista whipped around, ready to lay into whatever asshole thought they knew what it was like to be a hero, but was stunned into silence when she saw a cheerful looking blonde girl who only looked a few years older than she did. The first thing that struck Vista were the girl's bottle green eyes, even partially obscured behind the folds of her smile Vista felt the intensity of the girl's eyes. It felt as if she could've looked directly into Vista's soul and pulled out the inner most secrets that not even Vista herself knew. The girl's long dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail to reveal every detail of her face. This may have made a normal person look open and vulnerable, but there was a feeling Vista couldn't shake that there was far more hidden behind her face than she let on. The girl was grinning from ear to ear, however the freckles across the bridge of her nose didn't shift with the rest of her face, they stayed eerily in place, as if she were always wearing a mask. The girl was almost thin, but not so much that she didn't have curves. Vista noted her full figure with a slight antipathy. The girl wasn't traditionally beautiful like Shadow stalker, but she had a much more approachable handsomeness about her.
"The way I see it," the girl continued, "you heroes are supposed to set an example for all us normal people. So it's your responsibility to be happy like it or not!" she emphasized her point with an accusing jab of her finger in Vista's direction.
"Oh fuck off," Vista groaned "do you know how hard it is to look happy for the public all the fucking time."
"No," the girl shrugged, "but I'm not a superhero." She puffed out her chest in an exaggerated fashion "Which is why, as a normal citizen, it is my responsibility to provide support to my local heroes in anyway that I can." Vista just stared blankly at the girl. "Come on!" she said "let's get something to eat." Vista raised her hand to protest, but the girl grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her down the street with surprising force. "Don't worry, it's my treat," she said smiling at the very confused looking Vista she was pulling behind her.
Vista would've put up more of a fight, could probably have won in fact, she was stronger than she looked, but she was starving. She'd left without even being able to eat her burrito, and the fact that Shadow stalker had been enjoying her's so much had only made Vista more hungry. So she didn't protest as this strange new girl lead her into the deserted corner of a pizza joint and sat them down at opposite ends of one of the booths. There was a slight scuffle as the girl tried to convince their waiter she was 21, and Vista couldn't help but laugh as she offered to flash him her tits if he'd "look the other way just this once." So it came to be a few minutes later that the two both had cokes, a basket of fries, and a very disgruntled waiter.
"So," the girl asked through a mouth full of French fries, "why the long face back there."
Vista let out a long sigh, knowing that perhaps she shouldn't be sharing the details with a member of the public. "I just had a.....difference of opinion with a coworker."
"Ahh," the blonde smiled "boy troubles."
Vista nearly spit out her coke as a bright red tinge began to force it's way into her cheeks. "I never said anything about a boy."
"Your face says it all honey," the girl said munching triumphantly on another fry.
The fight drained from vista, she knew when she was beat. "Yeah it's a boy," she refused to make eye contact, choosing instead to look down at her hands. "I just wish he'd look at me like a woman, everyone's always treating me like a child."
"It's not easy," the girl reached out and placed her hand on Vista's shoulder, "to grow up in a situation where everyone expects you to be an adult when they need you to be, but no one respects you like one. I spent far too much of my child surrounded by adults who took advantage of me, telling me I had to listen to them because I was a child and it was my place."
Vista was startled to see sadness cloud over those brilliant green eyes that had first caught her attention. Perhaps this girl was more troubled than she'd first let on. "Did it get better once you grew up?" She asked.
The girl smiled at her again, however this time sadness lay at the corners of her mouth, threatening to sour the happy gesture. "I'm not that old, despite what I may have told our waiter," She gave a friendly wave to their waiter who was currently serving a couple a few tables down from them. The man turned bright red and quickly looked away from the flirtatious girl. She sighed, the smile once again leaving her face, and peered through the window between them and the sun-kissed pavement of the outside world. "No, I expect if I hadn't run away I'd still be in that situation today." Vista found herself worried about this strange eccentric girl who'd been willing to approach an angry looking young hero on the street to try and cheer her up. However as Vista opened her mouth to offer her condolence, her words were waved away. "But enough about me, this is about helping you right," the girl was smiling again, but Vista was no longer sure whether it was genuine or not.
"I don't know," Vista sighed, "maybe I'm just overreacting, perhaps I really am still just a child."
"Hey!" The blonde glared accusingly, "no thinking like that aloud. If it's important to you then there's no way you could be overreacting. There's nothing childish about wanting to be treated like an equal by the people around you. You deserve better. We've just met and already I think you're more mature than most of the adults I know, and if the people around you don't see that then fuck them." This time Vista was sure the smile the girl offered was genuine.
"Thank you," Vista said, returning the smile for the first time. "You've helped me more than I could ever have expected."
"Sometimes it doesn't take super powers to help someone out," the girl replied with a wink, "just someone willing to listen. Here," The girl scribbled down a number on the napkin in front of her and handed it to Vista, "call me if things don't get better. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you so much," Vista said, accepting the napkin as she stood up to leave, "I don't have any money on me, but I'll pay you back as soon as I get the chance."
"Oh fuck off!" the girl said waving her away, "I said it was my treat didn't I, what're you deaf?"
Vista smiled, and thanked the girl again once more before heading out of, if she was too late the directory would be suspicious. Damn, she thought to herself as she left, I forgot to ask her name.
Lisa gazed woefully down at the moisture condensing on the brim of her glass. I wonder if I really would've been able to help without super powers. perhaps her situation hadn't changed as much as she'd though. Maybe she was just the one using herself for her powers now.
Where was that fucking waiter, she needed a drink, maybe he'd accept her offer without the thirteen year old there.