Wanda Maximoff (maximoffgirl) wrote in the100, @ 2015-07-01 18:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, erik lehnsherr / magneto (movies), wanda maximoff / scarlet witch (mcu) |
WHO: Wanda Maximoff + Erik Lensherr
WHEN: July 1
WHERE: Hallways
WHAT: Their first meeting
STATUS: Incomplete!
She was taking the long way back down. She liked working with the children in a way that she hadn't necessarily expected. They were easy to talk to, and she liked the imaginary rules that dictated their playtimes -- a neat collision of both anarchy and order at the same time. She and Pietro had been like this once, bound each other to rules made up out of the blue, babbled in languages that only the two of them had understood. Their parents had always said how close they were; Wanda will always be alright as long as she has her brother to look after her, yes. Of course, that was a different world ago, a different lifetime ago -- before a bomb had fallen, before HYDRA had come, and before they had wound up on this polluted version of the earth.
She hadn't minded the bunker when she had first arrived. But just like when they were at HYDRA, the confinement became a low-level buzz, something that slipped underneath Wanda's skin. She wanted to leave, too, and that need grew more insistent with each of Pietro's complaints. It didn't help that there were so many people here that knew them and whom they didn't know. It was a persisting vulnerability that she didn't care for.
She had taken two of the blocks from the children's play area. She didn't have any fond memories associated with them. Just the feeling of being wached while confined into the small area -- and the awareness that Pietro was close, but not with her. She had been able to hear the thump, thump, thump as her brother hit the various places in the small room, turning and turning again as he tried to find some way to outrun a space.
So, she hadn't chosen the blocks out of nostalgia -- but because they reminded her of the perils of being with HYDRA, and also that her power was like a muscle, something she gained more control over the more she played with it. Not that there had been much call for it here, but she wasn't about to lose the ground she had gained, so she just walked the halls quietly, weaving the blocks through the air.