The Awakening (Skylar)

As far as days could go nothing about today was going right. Going outside would be a mistake due to the fact that it was raining out. No, really, it was raining cats and dogs out there. People were running into the subway terminal in order to escape the down pour. The rain was sudden. The part that pissed some off was the fact that the sun was still up. It was as if the Zeus were playing a joke on mankind in their boredom.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Excu-" a tiny female voice said. But then, that Mighty Mouse voice changed into a roaring lion. "FUCKING EXCUSE ME!" was the shout. Most of the crowd funneling into the subway stopped in place. Some turned to look at who was doing the yelling. A young woman came through the crowd pushing, shoving and muscling her way through. Folded up in her arms was a small teddy bear. She kept the stuffed animal dry but she was soaking wet. It was as if she cared more about the bear than she did for herself. "Thank you! Carry on," she said.

From head to toe this girl looked like a puppy getting its first bath. Her jet black hair was leaking water but not as much as every visible part of skin had water rolling down the surface. Her tight fitting blue jeans were darker than what they were supposed to be due to the fact that they were wet. Her brown Chuck Taylors made a squeaking noise against the floor as she walked along. The long sleeved black and white stripped shirt she wore was hanging onto her skin and it was heavier than it was when it was dry.

The girl brought a ticket and prepared to move onto a train. "Don't worry Mr. Hereberry. We'll get you home," she said to the bear. She hugged the animal. People were staring. Sure if a child were talking to a bear that wouldn't be all that shocking. But this was a grown woman.

If people didn't think she was crazy before she would definitely have a way of proving her self-nut-case-ness. She skipped her way up towards the subway tracks and jumped down onto the tracks. She stood off to the side a little bit and held up her thumb. This woman was literally trying to hitch hike a subway train. She hadn't rode a train before in her life.

"Damnit! Why isn't that jerk stopping? What is he trying to say? I'm not pretty enough?' she said to herself. That train was barreling straight for her. Both of the girl's eyes began to switch. She shook her head violently and all of the water in her water was flung onto the people that, by now, were crowding near the edges of the track step-off.

"What are you stupid or something? Get back up here! You trying to get yourself killed?" shouted an older man.

This young woman didn't seem like the same person as before. She didn't cradle Mr. Hereberry anymore. She held him by the neck with one hand. Her body moved rapidly as she leaped back up onto the service platform. People just stared. The girl looked down towards the ground as if she were embarrassed.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered. Reiko felt something she hadn't really felt before; embarrassment. While her newfound friend in Jason the psycho would warrant her not to feel that way. She wanted to cry.

Normally, her stunts of attention grabbing worked to her advantage and people were entertained. Instead, people were just freaked out by her. Reiko didn't like it at all. She was starting to see more and more that acting out in public wasn't earning her any respect or adoration by anyone. The only thing she was earning with her actions was resentment and wonders as to why she wasn't in a psychiatric ward. Her eyes started to water. The water on her face could conceal her tears. She wanted to be normal. She wanted to be accepted. Acting a fool was the only acceptance she had never known.

"I said I was sorry! Don't look at me like that! I said I was fucking sorry! I said it! I know I did! You don't have to look at me like that! Stop looking! Stop it! I said stop!" she shouted over and over again. In her head people were pointing and laughing at her. Reiko just wanted to lash out and start hitting people. Her fists were balling up. The more people were laughing at her in her mind the more she just wanted to crack some skulls.

Her face grew more and more bundles of company and companionship in the form of tears. If Reiko couldn't get the love she wanted she'd beat the love out of people. Her tactic wasn't going to work. She knew that. But she had to try. Nothing she tried so far in her life ever worked to be accepted by others. Nobody ever liked Reiko for just being herself because there was no definition of self with Reiko. She had multiple personalities. How can one truthfully find a version of self to hold onto with a mental illness like that?

She was about to start attacking people but then Reiko calmed down. Her softer side kicked in. Even when she was really angry she couldn't bring herself to go on a rampage and hurt innocent people. As much of a con-artist, assault charge carrying and crazy person she was there had to be some good in her. Reiko began to feel ashamed of herself for even thinking of hurting someone who didn't do anything to deserve such treatment from her.

It would appear that these fluctuations in temper was doing to Reiko was she didn't expect to happen. Sweat fell down the side of her face caused the reaction of two ridden strands of hair to intertwine and stick together as if an adhesive had stricken then. Hey eyes darted towards a woman who presented herself in the fray. No mind was paid to this person. Reiko had seen all kinds of people dressed weirdly. After all, who was she to judge? Her normal get up involved a teddy bear costume. For her to call someone weird she would have to have the same level of hypocrisy as a pot calling a tea kettle black.

"I'm so sick of this terrible city. People who live here are stupid. And we wonder why other countries hate us so much," Reiko said. If there was one thing that was well noted about the hot spots in the United States it was that there was a high sense of pride. In some states like Georgia, New York and especially California just mentioning an insult about said state will invoke violent or verbal conflict. This was the hometown to many who were here. Yet, she didn't care. Reiko was ready to deliver a beating to anybody who was bitter about her comment. The people in Atlanta, even though most were nice, were nothing but annoyances to her. Then again, Reiko didn't like any kind of big city despite the fact that larger destinations have been her home for the better part of her life.

Reiko sat down upon the ground and awaited for another train. The wait would be long. That mode of transportation had a way of taking too much time to arrive. This was supposed to be about convenience and there was nothing about this that was convenient. The train didn't stop for her. So, of course, her opinion of the railing system efficiency would be skewed at best. That didn't give her a reasonable reason to despise an entire city off of one bad experience. She was judging people as if they had something to do with her lack of punctuality.

If she took the time to read the time she would have know that she was a few minutes late. But Reiko expected every train to stop because she wanted them to. Things didn't work that way. She twiddled her thumbs as if every continuing rail was going to cease movement for her despite the estimated time of arrival. Her ticket was already void. Her train wouldn't come. But in her mind she was always expecting service despite common sense.

"I just wanna punch someone in the face," she said. To anybody who knew her personally something else had to be wrong with her. This wasn't the typical bubbly Reiko that gained so many friends. Then again, for every friend she had twice as many enemies. So that same persona had a way of putting a bad taste in someone's mouth. Still, her actions and her words didn't match the crime of being Reiko Li. She didn't just insult random people without a decent enough reason behind it most of the time. Something else was bothering her. A clue would come in the fact that her aura was swirling around her but nobody could possibly notice unless their very being was in tune to these sorts of situations. After all, her energy was unable to be seen.

Something dark was overtaking her. This was the divine comedy that she was facing these days. The more she wanted to change her life in favor of becoming a heroic type of person there was always "it" that would stop her. That thing that gave her power in the first place was starting to become stronger every day. With great power came great weaknesses. Reiko was insane and lacked enough vision where braille was a viable reading option for her. Certainly one would say she had enough weaknesses without a personality that was damn near evil. Well, that damn near portion of the previous assessment was tipping over towards the darker side. Her mind went to bad places. The thought of just thrashing everybody to death filled her mind like a drug that required addiction.

So then why hasn't that thing come out of her yet? What was it waiting on?

(If it's fine with you, I'm going to hang this topic up for a while. I enjoy your posts, but reading walls of text is kind of boring. To grab Skyler's attention better, your character should have threatened either a kid, or an elderly woman.)