powerless // f.w

Higher Psyonic Powers and Tentacles aka Millie Is A Sweetheart

Declan woke up the next morning tired as fuck.

She stood up and groaned at her appearance in the mirror: messy short black curls, leftover eyeliner and mascara creating black smudges around her eyes, her face was slightly oily and her skin the olive color that was a more natural shade of tan, and she was wearing shorts and an oversized graphic tee shirt, her legs wrapped in KT tape.

She rolled her eyes before walking over to her station, the half of her room that held fitness equipment, and slid down to the floor to start her stretches.

"Fuck I'm sore" She mumbled, folding over.

Her character on the new season of Stranger Things was quite acrobatic, and was always doing something crazy to get around. So she had installed pull up bars in her trailer—along with some weights, jump ropes, yoga mats, and a knife throwing set—and did silks and rock climbing once a week to train for the role. She had done physical work before, most notably as the a Black Widow prodigy in Marvel's Young Avengers—hence her casting, but this had been pushing her even harder than she had thought. She was really building up some arm muscle.

"Morning Declan" Cameron smirked from the doorway handing down her cup of coffee.

"Hey Boyce" She nodded, taking it from him.

Cameron Boyce was Declan's bestfriend. They went almost everywhere together, and Cameron was acting as her interm assistant, despite her protests. He said if he was going to be with her, he might as well help; a very typical Cameron move.

"Your room looks much better now" He chuckled, looking around at the photographs and letters and stickers now adorning the walls of her trailer bedroom.

"You mean you didn't adore the sad, empty, slate-gray walls?" She smirked and took a sip of her coffee before setting it back down, grabbing the bar the that hung from her ceiling, and flipping herself upside down to hang from it. From there, she started doing sit-ups. Cameron rolled his eyes playfully.

"Show off" He chuckled. She winked at him. "Okay, so... you have another scene with Millie at 11. They're also re-shooting some of the kid scenes today too, so if were gonna try and beat the rush of people, you should try to get to Hair and Make-Up in like 30 minutes. Then after that I need you back here, ideally by 5, to go over press tour stuff and figure all that shit out. They're thinking about shooting scene 312 tonight once it's dark too, if the re-shoots go well, so be on the look out for that" He nodded, checking things off his checklist. Always the organized one.

"Sounds good" Declan replied from her upside-down position, her arms hanging down so they almost touched the floor.

"Oh! And Charlie wants to stop by later! He's always so nice to go though me" Cam chuckled.

Declan shook her head, "Watch-out" She mumbled as he backed up and she flipped down from her bar.

"Thanks Cam" Declan grabbed her coffee, kissed his cheek, and then moved past him, down the stairs.

"I'll be at the breakfast table!" Cam called as he went for the door.

"I know!" She called back, causing Cameron to laugh before he left.

Then, Declan went to her bathroom and started getting ready. She chugged her coffee, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and stared at her wavy short black hair for two minutes before giving up and leaving it as is. It was clean anyways, just messy—as always. She then quickly changed into a black sports bra and short, threw on her hooded cloak she took on every set, grabbed a peach, and left her trailer barefoot.

As she was eating and walking, someone came up behind her.

"Boo!" He tugged her hood off, but was soon in a fit of laugher at her expression of utter and monotonous 'unimpressed' as she turned to him.