Idle time produced an idle mind and an idle body and idle reflexes. Everything had been idle for Marybeth lately, she just didn’t seem to care about much anything anymore. Senior year was full of things that were too confusing and difficult to deal with. College applications were a mess, and even though DCU had finally accepted her for their theater program, she wasn’t completely sure that she wanted to stay in the city and go to such a school. Would it really jumpstart her career…or would it hold her back?

Clearly all of these worries had been holding her back in other areas of her life. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do anything anymore. Even theater had been a chore, practices and rehearsals…what was it all for after all? When had been the last time she got a lead role in anything? Even with her negaverse duties…well. She had been neglecting them pretty splendidly as well. It just didn’t seem as important. She didn’t have any real contact with anyone from the group, and hadn’t for a while. In fact, the last time that she had spoken to anyone involved with “the war” had been when she went training with Remarque and his girlfriend, but that had been months and months ago, and here she was, muscles gone soft and flabby once more, all drive to become a captain driven from her mind.

What good was teleporting anyway? She did just fine in her car. Sure it puttered a bit, but it got her from point A to point B, that was all that mattered.

The pinkette groaned and leaned against her wall, wincing slightly as her head made contact with the hard surface.

It wasn’t even that difficult to forget all about her so called duties. It wasn’t as though anyone had come to check in on her. Nobody had ever really seemed to know she existed save for Bazzite and Remarque, both of whom seemed to be just fine with giving her whatever space she wanted. Though perhaps the time had come that having space was no longer the desired wish. Maybe it was time to start getting back in the game, getting her head back in everything and just going for it.

It could be a good stress relieving outlet, after all…and she could surely use whatever exercise the nightly excursions would provide. The biggest difficulty now was trying to find a way to get that jumpstart back into the fray. She could of course just power up and jump headfirst into what could very well be the last fight of her life, or she could call someone…either Remarque or Bazzite and see if one of them would be willing to go on a patrol to ease her back into her nightly duties. That would be the better choice by far, though now there was the dilemma of picking between the two.

Marybeth gave a loud sigh and once more let her head clatter against the wall. Maybe that wasn’t so much of a dilemma at all. Remarque would most likely be cross at her, he was a strong guy, after all. He must really take pride in working hard for the “cause”, whatever that might be. No, she would call Bazzite. And maybe they could go do something. Then she would get back into this once more.

The girl stood up and stretched, before rubbing at her now rather sore head. It was time to take some action.