Daminion

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Miańè had just got off the train. That was one long train ride. She was now, in a place where she recognized all of the landmarks and knew exactly where she was.
She was lost.
Miańè chuckled. She looked around this lonely station as she searched for someone with directions. She could just board the train that would take her straight to her neighborhood, but she wanted to go back using any other means of transport than a train. Miańè felt something. She was doing something.
Main character.
For the first time since her father died, Miańè finally felt as if she was doing something main character worthy. All her life, she had always been the side character. The girl at the benches. Away from the field. The girl in the audience.
But now, even though her heart was beating up a storm even though she did close to nothing, she wanted to live up to her Dad's title. To be the Main Character. Better than the Miańè she was before.
She got out of the station and wandered around a couple blocks. She again started to feel out of place. For one, the scenery here was.... Off....
That was the best way to put it. She didn't know what was weird, but the place felt weird. Weird.
She moved along the flow of public, they seemed to be crowding up in one place, and Miańè started to hear the unmistakeable jam of a party.
"One million dollars!!"
A female voice barked on the microphone.
"For just twenty dollars!! What do you have to loose!!"
The crowd was now thickening and Miańè felt herself being swept up by it. She clutched at her chest and calmed herself down. She had twenty dollars on her. She had more than that actually. This was perfect. This could help her get back her old self. She was going to do this. She was going to sign herself up to whatever this madness was.

Stuff was escalating too quickly though..

She approached this long line of people who dressed up weird. Some of them looked like people trying to relive their childhood. She was pretty sure she even spotted someone wearing a fuzzy blue wig and a lab coat.
Miańè waited as she crept closer to the end of the line.
Time flew by as she tried to hide her grin, looking at so many familiar characters. She tried to relax.
There was one person in front of her now.
"What are you cosplaying??"
She heard the guy at the counter ask the guy in front of her.
"Nothing..."
"Then it's forty dollars for you, sir.."
So that was it. Everybody was cosplaying. No big surprise there, she had seen familiar characters already.
The man squinted, ruffled his white suit and pulled out forty dollars. He payed, wrote his name on a ball and left.
Miańè stepped up to the counter, a wooden table in the middle of the street and pushed twenty dollars on the table.
"What are you cosplaying.... Miss??"
Miańè felt her neck stiffen. Just this small sentence made her nervous. She was in really bad social shape, she decided.
"A very.... shy.... school girl...??"
The guy took the twenty dollars and handed her a ball.
"Write your name On that... Umm.. I'll give you ten dollars off for.. A kiss..."
Miańè immediately felt the world spin as she staggered back.
"Or not. Cute outfit though."
She left the queue and moved aside to catch her breath. She was.... cute...?
No way... She decided that he was just messing around with her and put more important objectives up front.
Miańè knew she was getting worse at convos and being social-able, but how she reacted disgusted even herself...
She tried to dismiss all of it though... next time. That's how she consoled herself. There will be a next time.
Now, what to write on the ball?
All she had to do now, was write a name and throw it in the big bin beside the counter. What happens after that, she had no idea. But she believed it to be a lottery. That made sense.
She wrote down MIA.
She took aim and tossed, but her fingers wouldn't let go.
Hesitant, as always. Always with the last second, plan changes, with her chickening out.
Not this time, she decided.
Taking a deep breath, she wrote some more on the ball and tossed it in the bin.
The graceful projectile left her hand this time.
It landed perfectly in the center and rolled to a stop, bearing a beautiful name. Her beautiful name.
Miańè Vįr Kæd.