Polina was living to see the other day till one day she decided to live for not showing criminals a day of light. She found a lot more trouble than she can solve on her own, fortunately Manhattan had a lot of vigilantes.
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Polina wasn't someone considered as successful by the society. She was smart but it never reached to a number of achievement or a statue or even a diploma. She never even graduate her high school let alone collage, while a lot of people lived their dream life by bachelor degrees and office jobs. They had things that all collectively share, like and live for while Polina did not felt like participating at all.
She was in the end of middle school when she first found out some mysteries of life and tried to get an answer. She met school guidance for the first time and they visits never come to an end.
Fortunately, middle school finished, high school dropped out and American education system died for her. Worked couple of jobs, McDonalds and Target fired her and then she found another one. She never seemed to sit still a long time in one job but she always somehow found her foot.
She didn't had a lot of things on her name, the house she is living was a legacy from her father and it helped a lot with the fact she was living in Manhattan and everything was expensive. Her weight in the world included a bag full of personal things and an apartment.
She was only 23 and hadn't had a lot of things to fight for. Time was running out, days were passing through that it did not matter to be remembered as they were fading to insignificance. It was worthless, she only spent her breath to keep her eyes open.
She needed a fight worth to live.
To be outed from her habitat, she needed to be disturbed by her peace. Her routine, what she once valued or forget to remember what she cares.
For herself or others, the battles that has been lost should be avenged.
Hell's Kitchen is a city always echoes with sirens. Traces of the steps that wanders around the town stayed in the shadows to be preyed. Untold stories lost their voice while others blended with the noise of the city.
Polina was part of the city with all the hurt people like her. Another quiet breath, quiet steps and careless attitudes.
She wasn't like the ones that travels on top of the buildings. Hell's Kitchen has chosen a vigilante to be its savior. Like Harlem and Queens, it was saving itself. Or so he thought.
When Daredevil gave Fisk to justice his name was heard afterwards for the first time. New York won a hero and journalists won lots of readers.
When Castle came to town to avenge his family, lies were everywhere. Trials was made and load of dirt has rised again.
It was the environment Polina spent her life for years. She heard the whispers, lies and truths. Some wannabe heroes and villains with will. It never woke her soul. The city needed a good justice system and a folk that did not left to their fate by doing nothing.
She kept quiet till she screamed.
Either Polina wasn't as neglectful as she thought or she wanted more.
She stopped closing her ears, owned her strength and eventually longed for a place on that rooftop shortcuts.
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Autor Note:
Hello. We are just starting, but first lets talk a little.
First of, i am bilingual and English is not my native one, so i could make some mistakes at any point of this pages, feel free to warn me. Sorry for these before hand as this book is gonna be my first big project. Well, it is obviously not my 200 word limited assignment.
I believe we are better off limits. Sky is the limit. So Polina says.
Polina is living in my head rent free for a while now and you gotta see it. Hope it will turn up to something i am proud of but nevertheless i am cause this is fanfic and im having fun. I think im too chatty. Have fun in your lives and have a good break in here too.
Polina is my little fighter and has been through some things. I care about character developments and layers and taking lessons as we do irl. We are living in the streets of Hell's Kitchen here, so as we know from Matt and Frank that this is gonna be a ride for our girl too. It could be slow, nobody become pro in one night as Polina definitely did not wrote it to her to do list at 4 am in the night/morning. That would be me, as i collect my courage.
She is gonna do some mistakes, fall into shit situations, might pull it of, might not. Here we are.
