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rekindleme2014-02-08 05:52 am
madeofclay) wrote in rekindleme2014-02-08 05:52 am
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[Open] Again.
Who: Annie and you!
Where: District One
When: The eighth.
Summary/Warnings: Annie tries to hop buildings, with disastrous results. WARNING FOR INJURIES OF A NONDEATHLY MANNER.
Annie barely felt the wind whistling past her hair, the shape shifted clothing she wore stiff in the wind. It wasn't her normal clothing: she was drenched in black, now, a matching mask melded to her face. Super heroes were supposed to wear costumes, like this, she thought. Though M'gann didn't... and neither did Conner. Or Kara. Maybe only the human ones did?
Robin did.
She took a deep, useless breath, forgetting to breathe it out again, and walked to the edge of her building's roof. Another one stood not far in front of her. A pole jutted out between the two, a simple band of metal that Annie stared intently at. Holding her hand out, she focused. A coil of clay shot out from the center of her palm, the end widening until it looked like a bat, which wrapped itself around the rod. She tugged briefly to make sure it was secured, and then leapt over the edge.
Streets and people and lights passed below her, chattering masses with no idea of who was flying over their heads. She tried not to scream out as the wind whistled faster, her hair streaming behind. The breath she'd forgotten escaped her lungs as the next roof top came up before her. She thought that Robin would be proud...
His face swam in front of her thoughts, and the rope of clay dissolved with her concentration, snapping back into her. She slammed into the roof's surface, the harsh material biting into her knees and back and neck as she rolled over. A light lurch as she smacked into the edge - and then just air. The streets and the lights and the milling masses passed below her while she stared down, and Robin's disapproving face swam, in front of her as she plummeted toward them. She screamed before she hit the concrete, the impact crushing her to a mere stain of clay upon the surface. Silent.
The earthy material bubbled. An arm appeared, pushing at the ground. Another arm joined it, a hunched over back emerging as the head followed it forth. As if she were merely pulling herself out of a pool, Annie rose and reformed. She stared up at the building she'd come down from, and then glanced at her hands. She focused on making the fingers stretch, searching for handholds so that she could try and climb back to the roof.
Again. This time better. The third try was the charm.
Where: District One
When: The eighth.
Summary/Warnings: Annie tries to hop buildings, with disastrous results. WARNING FOR INJURIES OF A NONDEATHLY MANNER.
Annie barely felt the wind whistling past her hair, the shape shifted clothing she wore stiff in the wind. It wasn't her normal clothing: she was drenched in black, now, a matching mask melded to her face. Super heroes were supposed to wear costumes, like this, she thought. Though M'gann didn't... and neither did Conner. Or Kara. Maybe only the human ones did?
Robin did.
She took a deep, useless breath, forgetting to breathe it out again, and walked to the edge of her building's roof. Another one stood not far in front of her. A pole jutted out between the two, a simple band of metal that Annie stared intently at. Holding her hand out, she focused. A coil of clay shot out from the center of her palm, the end widening until it looked like a bat, which wrapped itself around the rod. She tugged briefly to make sure it was secured, and then leapt over the edge.
Streets and people and lights passed below her, chattering masses with no idea of who was flying over their heads. She tried not to scream out as the wind whistled faster, her hair streaming behind. The breath she'd forgotten escaped her lungs as the next roof top came up before her. She thought that Robin would be proud...
His face swam in front of her thoughts, and the rope of clay dissolved with her concentration, snapping back into her. She slammed into the roof's surface, the harsh material biting into her knees and back and neck as she rolled over. A light lurch as she smacked into the edge - and then just air. The streets and the lights and the milling masses passed below her while she stared down, and Robin's disapproving face swam, in front of her as she plummeted toward them. She screamed before she hit the concrete, the impact crushing her to a mere stain of clay upon the surface. Silent.
The earthy material bubbled. An arm appeared, pushing at the ground. Another arm joined it, a hunched over back emerging as the head followed it forth. As if she were merely pulling herself out of a pool, Annie rose and reformed. She stared up at the building she'd come down from, and then glanced at her hands. She focused on making the fingers stretch, searching for handholds so that she could try and climb back to the roof.
Again. This time better. The third try was the charm.