Thread: Heroine worse than Heroin (BlissyxLost)

Most people worried about practical things like how much they were earning versus how much they could spend. People like Celes Starr on the other hand, well they were quite a bit different then most other people. For her it was more about the complication of where she wanted the city to build her first private sweet, whether it was uptown or down town. Most people weren't so lucky as to be given such things by the city but Celes wasn't much like other people at all. She was still human of course but also beyond that of the average gal of the particular day and age. It had all started sometime ago when she was not much older then a young girl and since then she had become something else entirely. In the beginning it was never about being something more then who she was, but simply getting back at few anonymous people that had made her what she was today. From there it somehow escalated into something else entirely. Apparently she was a hero for going after the people that she did, which were a common a disturbance to the greater good overall. She never did it for them but herself and apparently someone had just been in the right place at the right time and seen her for the greatest that she bore within her gift. Weeks later she was in the paper but not because she wanted to be. Apparently a few stragglers managed to slip on by her clever plan of vendetta and she absolutely hated leaving loose ends in any situation. Once again someone caught a glimpse of her and she became something else entirely from that day forth. She was blowing up all over the place because people just couldn't keep their mouths shut about what they saw and shamelessly she started to favour the idea of the whole thing. The idea of being given more then she had deserved quickly became a fascination with hers, they seemed to love her so much for what she was and now she needed to figure out how to make them love her more. That's when those colours of silver and black found their place amongst her life, as the unisuit she wore seemed to make the whole thing so much eccentric and memorable then it originally intended to be. Oh she was such a tease, always clamouring for more and more attention. She never intended for the outfit to be so clean cut and tight fitting, but eventually the idea of being a sexy tough symbol of justice just seemed to fascinate her and she stuck to it, even if it was really all but a game to her from the very beginning. No matter where you went people knew her name in some fashion. She had become the hero of the century and barely anyone knew her name but already they were throwing gifts at her feet. Instead of a name they gave her an alias, Geotaxis and she stuck with it due to the accuracy of her powers versus the meaning. That certain element of mystery that seemed to enshroud her had become a key factor in the whole charade at playing hero, but what if she went beyond that? Now there was an idea worth considering. Most other heroes kept to themselves, shielding their identities beyond masks until the their very last days. That's where she was so different from other heroes. Firstly she wasn't much a hero at all in fact, only someone who played along with the whole charade because they were addicted to the fame and worth of the whole thing. Secondly she only wore the mask in the beginning because it really added to the whole aspect and truth be told she wasn't a fan of hiding just about any beautifully rare quality about herself to just about anyone. She wanted them to know who it was that they adored, to see her name light up in vibrant neon lights across buildings and to be praised as something she only thought herself deserving as to be. It was strange to consider how things had come so far, with her playing at this game for not much longer then a year or so. What was a hero to do with a world that could only ever see her as such a thing and was to blind to realize there was so much more to her then that? For a while she had considered the worth of the whole thing, her means of always thriving to further improve her own life, always seeming to step into the picture before anyone else. Wasn't a hero suppose to do things for the people? Like hell she would. For her it was more of a matter of convenience, who was worth saving and when. She didn't just save anyone, always being much more calculative and twisted to think in that sort of light. With the ability to do practically anything she wanted, she could become this cities greatest hero and absolute worst villain it would ever no and no one would even consider that she was behind the whole thing from the very beginning. Instead she spent her free time dealing with silly little children that deemed themselves evil enough to act outside the jurisdiction of the law, not exactly the most amusing pass time.. Half these super villains were hardly even fit to hold themselves in a fight against her and still they went about trying to challenge her anyway. Truth be told the whole experience wasn't all that bad, it had it's ups and downs of amusement, as she had always taken a strange sort of sadist pleasure in humiliating and beating her opponents half to death. It didn't always end that way of course, sometimes she'd just kill them out right if she didn't feel that any further worth would come about them in the future and nobody would ever catch on to it. She was very good at making accidents happen at just the right time to cover up her involvement in murder and other things alike it. Already several people had died at her hands and no one even had the slightest clue that she had done it. Plus there was always some kind of media coverage over the really bad stuff and she couldn't ever say no to a camera, as she'd tell a story that had been written solely by her as the victor. She didn't intend to kill them, but sometimes she couldn't help herself from doing it simply due to the simplicity of the whole thing.. Today was alike the previous day, as the busy city seemed to skitter about on the tiny entrenched like streets below. To her they all looked like little ants down there, nervously scampering about to serve a sense of delight to their almighty queen who sat miles and miles above them on the edge of a skyscraper. She always loved the view from up here, but not only because everyone else was below her but because those two colossal news buildings that stood adjacent to her were paved with a wonderful reflective type of glass that had become one giant mirror for her to look at herself within. It wasn't unusual for her to hang out around here, but today she had a very special interview with the people in the news building only thirty minutes from now. It was that interview she had been waiting for, the one where she had considered revealing herself to the public to further her celebrity status amongst the common people and enhance her appraisal by the community. If she had their trust then they'd never doubt her right? And what better way to prove it then to show she had nothing to hide? Mask on, mask off, yada yada, it didn't matter she could still do the same things anyway. For the most part everything seemed rather perfect on that particular day until the loud distant clamour of a city in distress gently crept up as a whisper that licked at her ear. Slowly she'd turn her head to the eastern part of the city, where clearly something was going on that was very much immoral in nature. At first she didn't care to go, barely turning a blind eye to the conflict below as her posture would tighten and she'd raise her chin in snobbish ignorance. That's when she realized the value of the whole circumstance. What if she did go and missed the interview? Wouldn't look good on her no doubt, but what if she had missed it because she were out there saving lives? Oh that was even better then what she had already had planned. They'd love her even more for taking pity on their pathetic poor souls! Without another thought she was off, tumbling through the air like a star falling from the heavens above. Moments before she'd collide with the ground her body would enter a light hover as she'd speed off through the air like a bullet from a gun to meet the source of the disturbance. He wasn't hard to find as she'd come around the corner to the store he had chosen to make his battlement front. Such a poor choice of an environment to defend himself in, what with her ability to reroute the flow of gravity, she could have this entire small building collapsed within minutes but she wondered if her adversary already knew that. As she'd slowly levitate into the doorway of the small building she'd slowly lay back in her hover, as if she were sitting on an invisible floating lounge chair just waiting to be entertained by the half wit that was making all this noise. My my.. Someone likes to throw temper tantrums around here.. If you wanted a candy bar you could have just asked some one for a dollar.. Her voice rang out to her opponent as if she were mocking a child, but in a gentle scandalous tone that begged to say she didn't find his sort of handy work threatening whatsoever.