Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-04-05 15:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: moira mactaggert |
You got what you want, now you can hardly stand it, though-
Characters: Wanda, Moira
Setting: Moira's apartment
Content: Nothing bad
Summary: Wanda meets with Dr. MacTaggert
At seven fifty-five Wanda was in the elevator of the posh midtown River House apartment building at 435 East 52nd street. Twenty three floors up in the elevator and then out, minutes later, to knock lightly on Moira's door. Wanda felt strangely apprehensive; she feared knowledge of what was wrong with her as much as she feared not knowing. She chided herself for this, after all it was highly unlikely that the doctor had the means to come to any conclusion in their initial meeting and so she shouldn't worry- yet. Wanda could worry after lab results and tests, assuming she even got that far. For all she knew the geneticist couldn't help her at all and she was grasping at straws. The idea of helplessness made her as anxious as her other thoughts and by the time the door was answered it was almost difficult to muster the polite smile she knew was necessary.
Getting help was a step she had to take. Wanda couldn't go on like this forever; trying to pretend that she was perfectly all right while doing everything she could to forget she wasn't. She flitted nightly from party to party, stranger to stranger, never still and never alone and always on the verge of tears. Sunday morning she'd awoken somewhere in New Jersey with very little memory of the night before and she'd cried during the entire taxi ride to New York City. It really was time to do something about her problems. To face them. Denial and self-loathing could only last so long. This wasn't the life Wanda wanted and she could find no brand of normalcy to suit her. Wanda Maximoff missed the extraordinary and the Scarlet Witch was not meant for a prosaic existence.