Shay's embarrassment wasn't long lived though she still wasn't feeling her hottest in regards to her own writing. Maybe it was all just too intimate for her, which seemed as good an excuse as they came. "The idea of people you know reading what you wrote is...nervewracking," she said slowly, "like they're seeing all your darkest secrets or the very core of your person. You know what I mean?"
Shay silently agreed with 3000, though. Artists were their own worst critics, but even knowing that never made them stop doing it and she knew she would never stop thinking she could be better. Isn't that what made a great writer or painter great in the first place?
"It's very scary yes." Mansmasher3000 even got the jitters when teachers marked her tests, especially the ones where she had to write her opinion. It was like they were tearing apart who she was bit my bit, even deduction like a stab wound for her.
"I really know how you feel, so I won't say that I want to read it." Of course she still wanted to read Eroshay's work, but she understood the fright and the struggle that could, and was, being put on the girl. "I hope that in the future you are less afraid."
"I really know how you feel, so I won't say that I want to read it." Of course she still wanted to read Eroshay's work, but she understood the fright and the struggle that could, and was, being put on the girl. "I hope that in the future you are less afraid."
"Do you have a pencil and paper I can borrow?" Shay didn't want to be afraid. She didn't like hiding, not always and not in the obvious kind of ways. If 3000 gave her what she had asked for, she would proceed to write an online address on the paper and hand it back. "You can read my things when you get home. Where do you live, by the way? Are you staying at the school?"Thankfully, she did have a pencil and paper. Her foot grabbed the strap of her bag easily as she flipped it up and onto herself from under the bench. Passing the two desired weapons of writing to the girl, she waited as she wrote down the address. "Oh wow!" Her eyes shot up as she read the address once, twice, thrice. Mansmasher3000 stopped her eyes when she asked another question. "Yes, I'm in the school dorms. I have been since I got here really." She knew that she would eventually get her own house once she was older and had a job. "What about you?" She was intrigued to know if she would get a different answer.
"I didn't come to Manta Carlos for the school," Eroshay said by way of explanation before giving her official answer. "I live at the orphanage." She might have gone on to explain that she had since she was six as a method of cutting off any pity before it started, but she wanted to stay on the subject for as little as possible.
"Have you always been able to do that?" Shay asked, pointing to 3000's bag. "Or was it something you taught yourself? Does it have something to do with your powers?" Come to think of it, had 3000 mentioned her powers? Shay didn't think so, but she had the tendency to get lost in her own head.
"Are you an orphan then?" The thought downcasted Mansmasher3000's face to the ground, as she felt a bit uneasy asking such a pointless question. It wouldn't be as if Eroshay would be living in an orphanage if she were here with her parents. "Nevermind." She concluded the topic with that, as she didn't need the girl to answer something she had already figured out.
"Oh the bag thing? I just taught it to myself, just now." It wasn't anything special really, as the strap had been out a few inches anyways. "I kind of expected it to fall all over me or to not move at all." Yes, she had surprised herself with the little motion of her foot. "But no, my powers is ice manipulation." The bouncy girl nodded to her statement, as if her words weren't enough to be convincing.
"Oh the bag thing? I just taught it to myself, just now." It wasn't anything special really, as the strap had been out a few inches anyways. "I kind of expected it to fall all over me or to not move at all." Yes, she had surprised herself with the little motion of her foot. "But no, my powers is ice manipulation." The bouncy girl nodded to her statement, as if her words weren't enough to be convincing.
"Oh?" Shay asked, intrigued. "How good are you at ice manipulation? I'd love to check it out sometime, things like that -- those flashy powers -- are so cool. You could be like a superhero, right?" She grinned at the thought.
Shay wished right then that she had a backpack to try and kick up into her hand, but she didn't believe she'd be capable of the feat.
"I guess I'm average." She answered clearly as he folded her hands in between her legs. "I am still trying to learn it all, to learn how to control my powers." She clenched her right hand, that was under her left one. "To be a good manipulator." The thought made her smile just oh so gently.
"A superhero? But don't they, fly and save people?" It wasn't like Mansmasher3000 couldn't save people, but her powers would only go so far. She doubted her abilities to be able to rescue someone or be seen as a hero. "I'm guessing that, that rule could suit someone else a lot more." She had even met people who were already like superheros in her eyes.
"A superhero? But don't they, fly and save people?" It wasn't like Mansmasher3000 couldn't save people, but her powers would only go so far. She doubted her abilities to be able to rescue someone or be seen as a hero. "I'm guessing that, that rule could suit someone else a lot more." She had even met people who were already like superheros in her eyes.
Shay shrugged one shoulder. "Not always. Haven't you heard of an everyday hero? The type of person who's just a good person, even without powers? Being a hero doesn't always mean you're the strongest, sometimes it means being the weakest and doing what you gotta do anyway.
"You could say that of any superhero, that someone else might fit the role better. Things aren't always as easy as that, though. It's not about who's the most physically powerful. It takes more than that to be a hero."
The words that the girl said hit her in a way. Maybe it was because her nerd dad had put certain thoughts in her head as to what it meant to be a hero. "You make a good point." Even though she made sense, she still wasn't sure that she fit any of the non-super attributes. She wasn't overly nice or helpful to others around her. "I guess if I try a bit harder, I could be a super hero." She stood up, placing her fists on her hips and turned to be in front of the sitting girl.
"I could." She raised her arms and pretended to fly, making whooshing sounds to make it seem more authentic. "Or maybe." She picked up her bag and lifted it above her head, making a loud grunting sound as if it was a boulder. Throwing it gently onto the bench, she thought of the next move. "Or maybe I can just kiss people's wounds or help them with their homework." Those options sounded boring compared to being a classic super hero. You would think with all the powers that were on this island, that she had to be stuck with one that was rather, useless.
"I could." She raised her arms and pretended to fly, making whooshing sounds to make it seem more authentic. "Or maybe." She picked up her bag and lifted it above her head, making a loud grunting sound as if it was a boulder. Throwing it gently onto the bench, she thought of the next move. "Or maybe I can just kiss people's wounds or help them with their homework." Those options sounded boring compared to being a classic super hero. You would think with all the powers that were on this island, that she had to be stuck with one that was rather, useless.