senoritaamerica: (what so proudly we haild)
ᗰiss ᗩmerica ᑕhavez ([personal profile] senoritaamerica) wrote in [community profile] trainingwings 2013-12-02 02:31 am (UTC)

America Chavez | Marvel 616

A
[America is flying around, constantly looking over her shoulder at her light blue, pointed wings. They're just there, sticking out uselessly, not even flapping or anything. I mean, America can fly on her own, she doesn't need them, but if they're going to give her wings they might as well give her ones that flap. She seems rather upset by this, but that doesn't stop her from flying around, exploring this new environment.]

B
[America stands in the middle of a clearing, arms spread wide, trying to summon the power to kick her way out of this messed up forest dimension. Unfortunately, the only things glowing are the tattoos on the insides of her wrists, not the ground in front of her. After a moment in which nothing happens, she opens her eyes, lets out a frustrated yell, and turns, punching the tree behind her. A huge chunk of bark goes flying, but the tree stays standing. This too seems to frustrate America. Shaking her head, she turns, closes her eyes, spreads her arms, and begins to try again.]

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