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xmutanthigh2007-11-05 03:27 pm
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[SCENE] Amara, Meg and saying goodbye to an old friend
(OOC- Johnnie, I hope it's okay posting this now. Also, I changed a tiny bit in accordance with recent developments. Cookies if you can spot it! :P)
Outside the day's sunlight was departing and the moonlight was moving into the sky, stars slowly beginning to show. But Amara, in her room, was trying to stretch out her limbs, which were still aching from the early morning DR session, when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." Amara called, relaxing and sitting on the edge of her bed. Meg opened the door and peered in.
"Are you busy?" she asked, tentatively. Amara smiled and shook her head.
"No, no. Sit down." she said. Meg smiled back and took a seat next to her.
"It was tough this morning, wasn't it." Meg commented, referring to the DR.
"I'm still aching. It seems like Logan's making up for not being here to torture us." Amara replied. Meg nodded but didn't reply for a little while. Amara waited, sensing there was something on her friend's mind.
"I was thinking, this morning..." Meg began and then fell silent.
"Go on." Amara urged her. Meg sighed.
"Well, I kind of need your help with something." she went on. Amara nodded.
"Of course, I'll help you with anything." she assured Meg. Meg twiddled her thumbs.
"It sounds kind of silly but... I want you to burn my helmet for me. I mean, I could just throw it in the bin or something, but... I'd rather do this. Will you do it?" she asked.
Amara looked a bit taken aback by her proposal, but, nonetheless, understood the reasoning Meg was probably using.
"Sure, yeah." She noticed Meg's expression become more enthused, "But are you sure about this? You know, really sure? I don't want to do this and you not be ready to no longer use it." Amara pursed her lips as she finished.
Meg sighed. "I'm sure. I think it's time, you know? I think I'll do okay without it. I can't wear the thing for the rest of my life." she replied.
"It's not because... people tease you about it, is it? Because it's wise to keep yourself safe." Amara pointed out. Meg smiled a little.
"No, this isn't about Julian taking the mickey. I just think I'll be safe without it now." she assured Amara.
Amara smiled. "Okay. So, where is it?"
"It's still in my room. I didn't want to bring it and then you feel obligated, or anything." Meg replied.
"Well, we'd better go outside to do it anyway, so we can get it on the way down." Amara suggested.
.......
The two girls were round the back of the mansion, at a good distance away. Meg was clutching her helmet.
"So, uh, what now?" she asked, dropping the helmet onto the ground.
"Well... uh- are you sure?" Amara asked, hesitant.
"Yeah, uh, I'm sure." Meg motioned towards the helmet that was laid on the ground in front of them, "Do your thing."
Amara nodded and looked down to the helmet, kicking it slightly to make it further away from them both. She side-glanced at Meg before her right hand became lit with orange flame.
Almost ceremoniously slow, she sent the fire to the helmet, cold and plastic, and wrapped the flames around it, the only visible thing becoming orange energy, before letting it go, letting it burn on its own.
Meg let out a sigh. Amara looked at her, worried.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Meg laughed.
"I was just thinking, it's kind of like saying goodbye to a friend." she replied. She chuckled again and turned back to watch the brightly coloured helmet melting a little bit.
Amara moved to sit down onto the grass beneath them, which was cold and moist, seemingly bracing itself for the autumn and winter ahead of it, and watched. Meg decided to sit on the ground as well, mentally noting that it was cold and squishy.
"So what- why this decision, anyhow?" Amara asked curiously, playing with a few thin blades of pale green grass between her fingers.
Meg shuffled a little. "Well, I just feel like I'm okay without it now. I feel like I'm in control now. Like I said, I can't wear it for the rest of my life. I been thinking about doing this for a while now." she finally replied.
"What's so special about today, then?" Amara asked. Meg kept her eyes on the steadily burning helmet.
"In the DR this morning, it just felt like I didn't need it, like I was being overly cautious for no reason." Meg paused for a moment, and then turned to flash Amara a grin, "Besides, today is Bonfire Night back home. I figured why not kill two bird with one stone?"
Amara looked to Meg and smiled at her friend. "Well, I'm glad that you feel better about it."
"Come in." Amara called, relaxing and sitting on the edge of her bed. Meg opened the door and peered in.
"Are you busy?" she asked, tentatively. Amara smiled and shook her head.
"No, no. Sit down." she said. Meg smiled back and took a seat next to her.
"It was tough this morning, wasn't it." Meg commented, referring to the DR.
"I'm still aching. It seems like Logan's making up for not being here to torture us." Amara replied. Meg nodded but didn't reply for a little while. Amara waited, sensing there was something on her friend's mind.
"I was thinking, this morning..." Meg began and then fell silent.
"Go on." Amara urged her. Meg sighed.
"Well, I kind of need your help with something." she went on. Amara nodded.
"Of course, I'll help you with anything." she assured Meg. Meg twiddled her thumbs.
"It sounds kind of silly but... I want you to burn my helmet for me. I mean, I could just throw it in the bin or something, but... I'd rather do this. Will you do it?" she asked.
Amara looked a bit taken aback by her proposal, but, nonetheless, understood the reasoning Meg was probably using.
"Sure, yeah." She noticed Meg's expression become more enthused, "But are you sure about this? You know, really sure? I don't want to do this and you not be ready to no longer use it." Amara pursed her lips as she finished.
Meg sighed. "I'm sure. I think it's time, you know? I think I'll do okay without it. I can't wear the thing for the rest of my life." she replied.
"It's not because... people tease you about it, is it? Because it's wise to keep yourself safe." Amara pointed out. Meg smiled a little.
"No, this isn't about Julian taking the mickey. I just think I'll be safe without it now." she assured Amara.
Amara smiled. "Okay. So, where is it?"
"It's still in my room. I didn't want to bring it and then you feel obligated, or anything." Meg replied.
"Well, we'd better go outside to do it anyway, so we can get it on the way down." Amara suggested.
.......
The two girls were round the back of the mansion, at a good distance away. Meg was clutching her helmet.
"So, uh, what now?" she asked, dropping the helmet onto the ground.
"Well... uh- are you sure?" Amara asked, hesitant.
"Yeah, uh, I'm sure." Meg motioned towards the helmet that was laid on the ground in front of them, "Do your thing."
Amara nodded and looked down to the helmet, kicking it slightly to make it further away from them both. She side-glanced at Meg before her right hand became lit with orange flame.
Almost ceremoniously slow, she sent the fire to the helmet, cold and plastic, and wrapped the flames around it, the only visible thing becoming orange energy, before letting it go, letting it burn on its own.
Meg let out a sigh. Amara looked at her, worried.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Meg laughed.
"I was just thinking, it's kind of like saying goodbye to a friend." she replied. She chuckled again and turned back to watch the brightly coloured helmet melting a little bit.
Amara moved to sit down onto the grass beneath them, which was cold and moist, seemingly bracing itself for the autumn and winter ahead of it, and watched. Meg decided to sit on the ground as well, mentally noting that it was cold and squishy.
"So what- why this decision, anyhow?" Amara asked curiously, playing with a few thin blades of pale green grass between her fingers.
Meg shuffled a little. "Well, I just feel like I'm okay without it now. I feel like I'm in control now. Like I said, I can't wear it for the rest of my life. I been thinking about doing this for a while now." she finally replied.
"What's so special about today, then?" Amara asked. Meg kept her eyes on the steadily burning helmet.
"In the DR this morning, it just felt like I didn't need it, like I was being overly cautious for no reason." Meg paused for a moment, and then turned to flash Amara a grin, "Besides, today is Bonfire Night back home. I figured why not kill two bird with one stone?"
Amara looked to Meg and smiled at her friend. "Well, I'm glad that you feel better about it."