[color=8dc73f][h1][i][u]Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower[/u][/i][/h1][/color]
[h3]Fifth day of October[/h3]
[b]EER! EER! EER! EER! EER![/b] -- Click.

[color=8dc73f]"Urgh..."[/color] Myrtle groaned, laying in her bed staring straight up at the ceiling, staying that way for a minute. She blinked twice and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawned, then sat up on her elbows and climbed out of bed. Like every morning, she lifted a watering can and watered a winding, beautiful philodendron plant by her bedroom. It was looking slightly wilted, so she gave it a boost with her power. 

Feeling a little disheartened by her lackluster week so far, Myrmyr walked around her room, looking at superhero posters and trinkets. There were a lot of Wonder Women, Supergirls, Captain Marvels, and one poster of Alexandria, who her idol, as far as real heroes go. She was beautiful, smart, and everything Myrtle inspired to be. The newest addition was a figure of DC's Poison Ivy. Myrtle picked up the figure, turning in around in her hands, trembling a bit. What if something happened, to make her a villain? Myr shook her head to clear the thought away, set the toy back down, and then went to the kitchen while still wearing her Alexandria costume pajamas. 

Myr went to one cabinet, grabbed a bag of instant oatmeal, poured it in a bowl with some water, and started the microwave. While waiting, she went over to the kitchen window, taking in the cityscape.

[color=8dc73f]"Another cold, foggy autumn day,"[/color] she sighed. "Can't it ever be nice on my day off?"

[b]BEEP! BEEP! BEEP![/b]

Myrtle groaned at the sound of the microwave. The day just started, and she was already getting a headache. Honestly, her whole body was aching from the past few workdays coupled with the nightly patrol. And they were for naught. Nothing had happened since her first day in costume. Perhaps she was just in the wrong places at the wrong time-it is a pretty big city. Or maybe Manchester didn't need heroes yet. She grabbed her steaming hot oatmeal from the microwave and slumped down in a chair, poking at her food.  

[color=8dc73f][i]I should've moved to Boston and tried to join the Protectorate. Sure, Boston's big and scary, but maybe I could have made friends and made a difference somehow... or maybe I would have just embarrassed myself... Oh, I don't know![/i][/color] Myrtle thought, frustrated. She stabbed at the oatmeal and took a bite, chewing angrily. Tears welled at the  corner of her eyes. 

But the warmth of the oatmeal was soothing, and the taste of apples and cinnamon was heavenly. She swallowed, took another bite, and let a smile come over her face. With each bite, Myr was feeling stronger and more confident. She scrapped the bowl, finished her last bite, and left her bowel in the sink with some water.

[color=8dc73f]"I'll try daytime patrol,"[/color] Myrtle decided, looking out the window over the sink. [color=8dc73f]"I have the time for it. It has to be better than babysitting druggies and drunks all night."[/color] Myrtle convinced herself. 

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A couple of hours later, Myrtle was showered, dried, and ready to go. Myrtle was in her civilian guise of coarse, with her brown messenger bag and glasses. Today she wore a simple Wonder Woman t-shirt with dark bluejeans  There was no way she could leave the apartment in costume unseen during daylight hours, so She would have to find a place to change without people or cameras watching. She would be scouting for safe areas on this patrol, as well as looking out for wrongdoers.

Early mornings in Manchester were usually quiet. Most of the city residents liked to party hard, so many people would be sleeping in. And those who were working, well they usually wouldn't be heading out until around seven to seven-thirty. For now, Victory Park was rather peaceful. The birds were starting to wake up, and a light mist flooded the area. A couple of homeless people were stirring on the park benches.

[color=8dc73f][i]If nothing else, I can help beautify this park,[/i][/color] Myrtle thought, looking at struggling plants as she walked by, heading for the monument. She closed her eyes, reaching out to the plants around her. They were thirsty from the ongoing drought. Very slowly, she willed them to heal and grow. She felt as each plant light energy, water, and nutrients, and the pheromones and chemicals needed the grow. Although she didn't know the names, she [i]knew [/i]them. [i]Felt [/i]them. The who process baffled her, and she figured it must be her agent at work.

A faint mewing sound startled Myrtle out of her concentration. She looked around, but there was nothing to see. So instead, she listened to her plants, feeling for vibrations. There was something fairly large hopping about (most likely a squirrel), little hopping things (probably birds), some insects munching. And then one more thing, in a tree nearby.

Myrt walked to the tree in question, peering up. Sure enough, there was a cat digging its claws into the tree and mewing in fear. But it looked like a fairly easy climb. [color=8dc73f]"I'll save you, little kitty,"[/color] Myrtle assured it. After making sure nobody was close enough to steal her stuff, she set her bag down at the base of the tree, set her glasses on the bag, and started climbing. A minute later she reached the cat, grabbed it, and held it under one arm. The cat meowed loudly and struggled, but Myrtle stroked its fur to soothe it. [color=8dc73f]"Shhh, I've got you. We'll be okay,"[/color] she said, assuring herself as much as the cat. They were a long way from the ground.

But soon enough, they were on the bottom branch again. The cat struggled free and leaped from her arms down to the ground, scurrying off. [color=8dc73f]"You're welcome!"[/color] Myrtle called after it. She held onto the lowest branch then fell with a THUMP. She brushed fur off her hoodie, put her glasses back on, then inspected her arms, finding newly earned scratches. The girl shook her head, smiling slightly. She helped somebody today-- even if it was just a cat.

[color=8dc73f]"I guess after that I deserve a nice hot drink," [/color] Myrtle announced proudly. [b]"Ehhh, shut it!"[/b] one homeless man shouted, rolling over in his blanket. But Myrtle just ignored him and headed off, looking for a coffee shop. The sun was rising and coming out of the clouds, and Myrtle wasn't about to let him ruin her day.

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