Post by Aisha Konnick on Dec 21, 2018 5:35:13 GMT
Crap, dang, gosh, darn and all those other curse words, she was gonna be late
Medical school was an unforgiving monstrosity, boasting several different kinds of torture ranging from the relatively mundane like tons of homework and schoolwork, to the literal hell on earth being unpaid internships. Still, Aisha was a elite. Valedictorian, Student Body President, leader of the debate teams and cheerleading squads! She could handle a little bit of extra work! It was welcoming, something to do to distract her from the many many people out there that needed her help. School prevented her from exhausting herself helping people, providing a necessary distraction from the harsh realities of the world. Even the people she passed so quickly had their faults that Aisha could feel, little bits of hurt and anguish and injuries they’ve received. She was compelled to help them of course, and any other day she would.
There just wasn’t time.
See, the hard work, unpaid internships, and pervy doctors and professors she could handle. It was the “three strike policy” on attendance that was proving difficult for her. She was a hero, much to chagrin of her daddy, and sometimes she couldn’t stop the bad guys before class started at noon! Which sucked, she loved Medical School with a passion, but helping people was more important in her opinion! Of course, her professors thought different. The only reason she hadn’t yet been kicked out of the school was because of her fathers contributions and her own talent and genius (that last part was more implied than explicitly said), but they made it very clear that if this keeps up, she’d be kicked out on her butt.
She sped around the corner like a pack of wolves was chasing her, bright pink ponytail bobbing in the wind and book bag bouncing on her hip. Honestly it was starting to bruise, but she didn’t have time to care! There wasn’t even any time to put on real clothes. Pink energy, in the shape of a blouse, a short skirt, and heels, adorned her body, not that anyone could get a good look at the short girl. She was nothing more than a blur speeding along the New York streets, one of many people whom stand out. Her headlong flight came to a head, as suddenly, she slammed full-tilt into something very tall and very firm.
The impact slammed her backwards, causing her slide back on her butts, only the curve of her legs preventing her from flashing the crowd. At first, she assumed she hit a wall, but that wouldn’t make any sense, why would there be a wall in the middle of the street? The crash had also loosened her ponytail, spilling copious amounts of hair across her face and chest. Through this she peered with bleary eyes- wait, her vision shouldn’t be blurry! What’s going on?! The telltale creep and rash of the Red allergy swept across her face and she gave a groan of despair. Oh, crap! She fumbled in her back, grabbing a tube of anti-itch cream. Copiously pouring a large amount into her hand, she rubbed it clear into her skin. Interesting enough, the neck and bust of her dress, all the parts that had impacted straight into the thing, also had holes in it, and the skin visible underneath was red and rashy. Though it was rapidly clearing thanks to her healing factor, it still made her super curious.
”What the-”
Her exclamation was cut short as she glanced up through her bangs. Oh, it was a person that she ran into! Makes much more sense than, like, some acidic elephant which was her first thought. What else could hurt her like that? Buuuuut …. This made tons more sense. He was a tall guy, a shock of red hair that seemed to match his personality from what she could see. And- a lightbulb went off above her head, contorting her features into a cute mix of curiosity and frustration. Once on her feet, a relatively easy affair given her athleticism and the fact that she’s many times stronger than she looks, she put her hands on her lips, scowling down at her clothes. A quick pink flash later and they were good as new, though she still seemed put out.
”Oh, damn.”
The weak curse fell from her lips like bells and she did a little spin, making sure nothing fell out of her pockets. Oops! She swooped real quick, her skirt flaring out as she did, to pick up the hair tie that had fallen out when she fell. Hmm. Her deft fingers worked to tie her hair back up with the ribbon again, and as she was such occupied, she glared at the person she ran into. Well … her mild frustration faded. He was attractive for sure, but not her type at all. A real bad boy from what she could tell. Probably rides a motorcycle, plays guitar. Which is cool and all, but not her thing. Her hair settled, a smile as bright as her hair spread across her cheeks. She had very noticeble dimples, exemplified by the pink and green glitter that sparkled on her cheeks.
”Hey! So sorry for running into you, oopsy! I didn’t see ya there! Uh-” She offered her hand, fingernails sparkling pink. ”It’s nice to meetcha! I’m Aisha Konnick, but you can call me Ai! Actually, scratch that, def call me Ai! I insist!”
Medical school was an unforgiving monstrosity, boasting several different kinds of torture ranging from the relatively mundane like tons of homework and schoolwork, to the literal hell on earth being unpaid internships. Still, Aisha was a elite. Valedictorian, Student Body President, leader of the debate teams and cheerleading squads! She could handle a little bit of extra work! It was welcoming, something to do to distract her from the many many people out there that needed her help. School prevented her from exhausting herself helping people, providing a necessary distraction from the harsh realities of the world. Even the people she passed so quickly had their faults that Aisha could feel, little bits of hurt and anguish and injuries they’ve received. She was compelled to help them of course, and any other day she would.
There just wasn’t time.
See, the hard work, unpaid internships, and pervy doctors and professors she could handle. It was the “three strike policy” on attendance that was proving difficult for her. She was a hero, much to chagrin of her daddy, and sometimes she couldn’t stop the bad guys before class started at noon! Which sucked, she loved Medical School with a passion, but helping people was more important in her opinion! Of course, her professors thought different. The only reason she hadn’t yet been kicked out of the school was because of her fathers contributions and her own talent and genius (that last part was more implied than explicitly said), but they made it very clear that if this keeps up, she’d be kicked out on her butt.
She sped around the corner like a pack of wolves was chasing her, bright pink ponytail bobbing in the wind and book bag bouncing on her hip. Honestly it was starting to bruise, but she didn’t have time to care! There wasn’t even any time to put on real clothes. Pink energy, in the shape of a blouse, a short skirt, and heels, adorned her body, not that anyone could get a good look at the short girl. She was nothing more than a blur speeding along the New York streets, one of many people whom stand out. Her headlong flight came to a head, as suddenly, she slammed full-tilt into something very tall and very firm.
The impact slammed her backwards, causing her slide back on her butts, only the curve of her legs preventing her from flashing the crowd. At first, she assumed she hit a wall, but that wouldn’t make any sense, why would there be a wall in the middle of the street? The crash had also loosened her ponytail, spilling copious amounts of hair across her face and chest. Through this she peered with bleary eyes- wait, her vision shouldn’t be blurry! What’s going on?! The telltale creep and rash of the Red allergy swept across her face and she gave a groan of despair. Oh, crap! She fumbled in her back, grabbing a tube of anti-itch cream. Copiously pouring a large amount into her hand, she rubbed it clear into her skin. Interesting enough, the neck and bust of her dress, all the parts that had impacted straight into the thing, also had holes in it, and the skin visible underneath was red and rashy. Though it was rapidly clearing thanks to her healing factor, it still made her super curious.
”What the-”
Her exclamation was cut short as she glanced up through her bangs. Oh, it was a person that she ran into! Makes much more sense than, like, some acidic elephant which was her first thought. What else could hurt her like that? Buuuuut …. This made tons more sense. He was a tall guy, a shock of red hair that seemed to match his personality from what she could see. And- a lightbulb went off above her head, contorting her features into a cute mix of curiosity and frustration. Once on her feet, a relatively easy affair given her athleticism and the fact that she’s many times stronger than she looks, she put her hands on her lips, scowling down at her clothes. A quick pink flash later and they were good as new, though she still seemed put out.
”Oh, damn.”
The weak curse fell from her lips like bells and she did a little spin, making sure nothing fell out of her pockets. Oops! She swooped real quick, her skirt flaring out as she did, to pick up the hair tie that had fallen out when she fell. Hmm. Her deft fingers worked to tie her hair back up with the ribbon again, and as she was such occupied, she glared at the person she ran into. Well … her mild frustration faded. He was attractive for sure, but not her type at all. A real bad boy from what she could tell. Probably rides a motorcycle, plays guitar. Which is cool and all, but not her thing. Her hair settled, a smile as bright as her hair spread across her cheeks. She had very noticeble dimples, exemplified by the pink and green glitter that sparkled on her cheeks.
”Hey! So sorry for running into you, oopsy! I didn’t see ya there! Uh-” She offered her hand, fingernails sparkling pink. ”It’s nice to meetcha! I’m Aisha Konnick, but you can call me Ai! Actually, scratch that, def call me Ai! I insist!”