[i][/i][i][/i][color=8dc73f][h1][i][u]Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower[/u][/i][/h1][/color]

Wallflower's heart soared as she ran through the better part of the West Side, plants healing, growing, and blooming in her wake. She jumped over a fire hydrant, bound across a rock wall, and twirled about a street lamp pole. Even after all she went through today--the fire, her burns, almost dying--today was the best day of her life. 

As she ran, the world transformed around her. Trees and grass and flowers disappeared, giving way to barren land and towering buildings. Gang tags and graffiti covered every little dilapidated surface. Street lights flickered. In the distance, shouting and sirens could be heard. Regardless, Wallflower ducked into one of many dark alleyways and emerged a few minutes later as meek little Myrtle, with her costume tucked inside her bag. She looked this way and that, careful to make sure nobody was around to follow her. Soon enough, she made it back to her crummy apartment building and locked the door behind her. 

[color=8dc73f]"Oh, what a day..!"[/color] Myrtle exclaimed, exhausted and yet exhilarated. With a smile on her face, she went around her home closing the her window blinds and giving each of her many houseplants a misting of water and a boost with her power.

[color=8dc73f][color=8dc73f][i]Now it's time for this flower to be tended,[/i][/color] [/color]Myrtle thought, referring to herself. She removed her shoes, placing them by the door, and quickly threw her costume in the laundry to be washed. She then had a light meal of salad, not wanting anything too hot after her adventure.

The girl slipped into the bathroom, stopping in front of her mirror and closing the door behind her. Slowly, gently, she began removing her clothing piece by piece. She checked herself over from head to toe, running her hands along her tender skin and winching at the tender parts. [color=8dc73f][color=8dc73f]First degree burn at worst,[/color][/color] Myrtle determined, sighing in relief. But her heart sunk as she looked at her body in the mirror, her pale skin turned gray, red, and pink. Specks of ash were caught in her blond hair. A black smudge marked her nose and cheeks. 

Myrtle turned the water on, taking care to make it cool enough to soothe her burns. She stepped in and reflectively clutched herself in pain as the water stung like needles on her fresh wounds. Water turned dark as it ran down her body to the drain. She stared up into the spray with her eyes closed, taking the pain. Light and water would rejuvenate her, if she would allow it.

Breathing the misty air slowly to relax, she ran her fingers through her long hair. A shiver cursed through her body and soon her toes and fingers almost seemed to tingle with flowing energy. She sat down on the shower floor, wrapping her arms around her legs, hugging them as the water pounded her back seemingly drifting off to sleep.