Nothing that I do is ever good enough

[soultospare]

Who| Megan Gwynn & YOU!!!
What| Exploring the Tribute Center
Where| Various locations in the Tribute Center & surrounding.
When| Throughout the week, whenever the curfew is not in effect.
Warnings/Notes| N/A

1 ; Training Center

If this place was for real (and it was looking increasingly like it was), Megan was going to need to put in some practice when it came to self-defense. X-Men didn't kill (except for demons, and the proper term in that case was vanquish) but she wanted to be ready to defend herself, just in case. Years of combat training would aid her, of course, but without her powers as a back up, she was worried she wouldn't be able to handle herself in a pinch. After all, everything she relied on fell back on her mutant abilities. Without those, she felt like she would be an easy target.

So she arrived at the training center ready to work on all that. Her first order of business was to get the lay of the land. From there she would decide what to do.

2 ; The Roof

The sunset over the mountains was brilliantly beautiful, but Megan wasn't paying it any mind. Instead she sat brooding on the roof. Or rather, she sat pouting. Bright pink fairies aren't exactly the brooding types. Regardless, she sat on the rooftop overlooking the busy Capitol down below, a pensive look on her face. She wondered, vaguely, what would happen if she jumped off the ledge. What good were those wings of hers if she wasn't able to fly?

3 ; You pick!

Comments

[soultospare]

Well that was totally depressing. From what it looked like, this place was sort of futuristic too. And if it was actually Earth, that meant the future was looking really dim.

"This isn't like the America I know. It never could've turned out like this." Megan frowned, crossing her arms. "What about you? Where're you from? Where's home?"

[reassures]

You'd be surprised at just how infrequently people actually ask that. Or maybe that's because of Nill - it's not like she makes a habit of asking people that sort of thing, so maybe that's why it's rarely asked of her.

Would there even be a point to a lie about this? There was no way this could be the future of that particular version of Earth. The darkness had spread, and if it had spread far enough, there would be something in the history books. The Capitol could use it as a way to paint themselves in a good light, not a bad one, but there's no indication of that being the case in any place that she's looked. To anyone else, it was just the name of a town that didn't seem to exist in other worlds, or at the very least, wasn't well known. She didn't think it could be used against her.

Siren's Port, Canada.
I miss it.

[soultospare]

Megan gave Nill a sympathetic look. She couldn't understand everything the other girl had experienced, she had no concept of the events Nill had witnessed, or of how often her life had been thrown into tumult. But she missed Wales sometimes, with the kind of longing ache that one could only ever feel for their homeland far away. She thought about going home again sometimes, but even if she did, the Wales she knew in her childhood was gone. All she had now were memories.

"At least we can go back home in our hearts and in our dreams." It wasn't much, but the idea somehow seemed sweet. "Sweet dreams to combat this waking nightmare."

[reassures]

Nill couldn't go back either. She died with that island. And unlike people, she hasn't found that places are really rebuilt all that often. It's easier, maybe, to reconstruct a human body than it is to fit together the pieces of a busted town. And even if it still existed, you just... never really went back. That had only happened to Nill once, and the circumstances were so far outside the norm that she didn't even understand it fully, just was distantly aware that it was in fact reality.

She offers a very small smile, and nods her head in agreement, but she doesn't move to write anything else.

[soultospare]

"How long have you been here in the Capitol?" Megan asked, tucking her cotton candy colored hair behind her pointed ear. "I've only been here a few days myself."

[reassures]

a few weeks.

She's sort of actively been trying not to keep track. The first day was a mess of sickness and crying and then waiting in the training center all day trying to find familiar people, and finding none. Nill's not sure if after that just one day went by or if she spent several like that. She doesn't want to know.

its been quiet.

[soultospare]

"Quiet? That can't be good." She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. She had to wonder, was all of this the calm before the storm? If what Zuko said was true and they were really about to be sent into a murder-dome to kill each other, then this really might be the last quiet, peaceful day before the crap hit the fan.

[reassures]

It might not be this day, but Nill's certainly not expecting the 'peace' to last for very long. It seems like the Arenas are every other month or so, with other things along the way, and while it's difficult to predict just when something will happen, it's also not hard to tell that enough time has gone by that something probably should. And soon.

You just need to use the time you have wisely. Learn. Work. Hope that whatever you do doesn't get the people around you killed.

It kind of sucks.

Nill's feathers ruffle a little before smoothing out again, and she decides that a subject change might be nice.

have you been out of the tower?

[soultospare]

Megan shook her head, rolling up on her toes so she could peer down at the pulsing city below. It was so beautiful, glittering like a rainbow in the lingering sun. How dreadful to think that a place that seemed so serene could be the host to such a deadly, wicked tradition as the Games.

"No, not yet. I wasn't sure if we were allowed to go out at all."

[reassures]

we can leave.
there are a lot of things outside of the tower.
is there anything you miss?

Obviously she couldn't help with the stuff that mattered, the things that were truly important. But maybe she could find something that would help to tide Megan over until she could have those things again, even if it was an otherwise insignificant gesture when compared to this place.

[soultospare]

There were lots of things she missed. She missed her mum and her grandparents. She missed Allison and Jean-Paul and Mister Wagner and Wolverine. She missed her Paragon friends and the other X-Men who'd come up beside her. But they were all intangible things that she knew she couldn't have here, and to get down to it, she didn't really want them here either. If she had to be in a death arena, better that she was all by herself, without anyone she loved. Better to fill the void with things that meant nothing, really. Like trinkets and clothing and fancy food.

"I miss music, and dancing. I love to dance. I used to go to clubs sometimes and twirl around and forget the world." Megan sighed, pushing back a stray lock of pink hair from her eyes. "It'd be nice to feel normal, don't you think?"

[reassures]

Normal?

She has to stop and think about that for a moment. It's not that the idea of normalcy was foreign to her, but she's not sure she ever really felt normal. She hadn't been raised in the kind of environments that inspired one to feel normal. Not when she was basically a piece of meat for attributes she was born with. It's hard to imagine what feeling normal is supposed to be like, other than feeling close to content with your place in life. That much, at least, she remembered.

There are a few clubs in the city.

[soultospare]

"Yeah?" As much as Megan wanted to keep the world at a distance, she knew full well that she wasn't the type of person who could ever thrive alone. People were the greatest fun to her, and she was a social butterfly like the world had never seen. Filling the void with fancy food or designer shoes would never do, because no matter what she would seek out friends to share them with. If her old friends couldn't be with her, then she'd have to make new ones, dangit!

"Would you care to go sometime? I could use the company." And from the looks of it, she figured Nill could too. For as much of an oddity as Megan was, at her core, she was still just a teenager from Wales. She liked pizza and footballers and One Direction. She liked dancing and shopping and spending hours on the phone. She was normal. And she thought that Nill deserved a chance at that too.

[reassures]

For a moment she actually looks a little confused at the suggestion, but it passes quickly and Megan's met with a sudden fluttering of her wings, and though she looks uncertain she doesn't look unhappy at the idea, just a little... worried, perhaps.

I've never been to one before.
I could try it.

Though truth be told, she's not sure how she'd do in a club with her wings. Weren't they full of people? The idea of being touched much wasn't a pleasant one, but she could at least make an effort. If it would make Megan happy then why not?

[soultospare]

The fairy girl smiled, hopeful that maybe this small act of adventure would gain her a bond of friendship. She wouldn't force anything on Nill, though, so to provide some reassurance, she added cheerfully, "We'll try it then, and if it's no good we can always cut out early. But it'll be so nice to have fun with a friend."

good leave off spot?

[reassures]

I'd like that.
we can try it when you're a little more settled here.

The reassurance definitely helps. Nill knows her doundaries tend to be vastly different from the boundaries of others, and though Megan might not know that, she's still grateful.

sounds great c:

[soultospare]

She smiled at the words on the page, seeming so normal, so much like your average everyday girl. "Awesome. I'm in District One. You can come see me sometime, if you like. I think I can have visitors, during the daytime. We can hang out."

It would be so nice to have a friend. So nice, so normal.