Karolina Dean (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_karolinad994) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} expresslogs,@ 2012-05-22 20:32:00 |
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When; Tuesday afternoon
Location: Front parlor car
Warnings/Rating: Likely none
Summary: Karolina's got mixed feelings about her power loss.
She'd thought this business of not being able to fly was over. She'd thought that everything was back to normal. But apparently, Karolina Dean had thought wrong. Sure, there'd been a couple of days last week when she'd taken off her bracelet in the privacy of her room, ready to lift off her feet and whizz around in the tiny space... and nothing had happened. Well, not nothing. She'd still glowed, her body had still become more fluid-looking, and she could still manipulate energy, directing small beams of light throughout her cabin or creating force fields keeping people out. But the one thing Karolina had always loved about her alien heritage - the ability to fly - was suddenly eluding her.
It was weird, in a way. All Karolina had wanted since she'd found out the truth about herself was to be somewhat normal, and now she was. But it felt wrong, somehow. It was as though the ability to fly had become a piece of her identity - as unclear and messy as that identity was - and it was one of the few things she inherently enjoyed about herself. And so she kept trying, hoping that soon, she'd feel the familiar butterflies in her stomach and lift up off the ground.
As she sat on the couch in the parlor car, her tablet on her lap, Karolina cautiously unclasped her MedAlert bracelet, waiting to feel it, waiting to rise up. She saw the radiance emitting from her skin, but otherwise... still nothing. She sighed and clasped the bracelet back on.