What you Can't See [OPEN]

[Lira Wolf]

-Lira Wolf-

It was just getting dark outside, the sun falling down to let the stars and moon take over. Though in this stupid city like all cities you wouldn't be able to see the stars nor the Milky Way by all the lighting. Like the street lights, the board lights and so much more. It hurt her eyes too much at this place, she kept her sunglasses on, ignoring the burning pain in them. She kept her purse near her side, keeping her sweater close to her with her purse inside. Lira kept her head down but keeping an eye out to watch where she was going; blinking away the dryness in her eyes, the warm and cold air hitting her eyes, making them burn beyond normal to her.

Like every place, this place was dangerous, every day people swarm all over, even on the roads where most of every vehicle trapped in a traffic jam. Even at night it was the same only a bit more dangerous since many bad guys come about. Lira sighed, at the plain edge of this block. There were many people walking along the edges to get to that side or was simple in the square area. She turned and walked in the middle of the square walking to the other side, pretty much trotting her way to the right ally. On the other side, she looked back, lifting her glasses up and frowned, even though she had her head phones on and the music she could still hear the noises, well it wasn't a surprise, but she would move out of this crazy city one day. She hoped, she's just not going to go until she gets into collage and go back to some of the smaller cities. Her steps partly silent as her ears listened to a song called I Hate Everything About You, singed by a guy band called Three Days Grace.

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[Tobias O’Connor]

Tobias jumped with practiced ease from one roof top to another, vaguely pointless but he did it for the air. The only way the air ever felt clean in this city was to move fast enough and high enough. He made the jump perfectly, not faltering for more than a second, altering the gravity on him as he jumped making him very light before bringing it back down when he hit the other side. No one would really be able to see or hear him up here, even those who tried to look. Even the people down walking in the street weren’t much more than little colourful ants – something which he found quite poetic. It’s all most of the pathetic people on this world were, drones. He sighed before he started to go on a rant about how half of this world is ridiculously pathetic; he had other things on his mind. He wanted to find something entertaining.

He’d been out of California around a week now, he’d needed to travel again – getting cooped up in his house – not that it was small. It’s just a building does not compare to the freedom of the world. He wasn’t one to stay restrained in a spot for an awfully long time. Tired of jumping roof to roof he decided to go to those on the ground – occasionally he found an interesting person. Or at least someone who could keep his mind occupied for a few minutes or hours. He stepped of the edge of the roof, letting his self free fall without flinching into a dark back ally, shifting his gravity not far from the bottom so he could run down the wall as if it were the floor, finishing the manoeuvre by jumping to the ground. Silently he sighed, sometimes he wished there were some one there when he did things like this, surely that act alone deserved appreciation. But alas, such a thing would result in authorities and the like. Never the less, the night was young as he walked out of the pitch black ally into the shockingly light street and smack into a person who had been walking along minding their own business. “Titim gan éirí ort.” He cursed loudly in Gaelic at first, an old reaction from being young, even though the bump was probably his fault, he hadn’t re-cantered his gravity and was walking perfectly silent virtually a centimetre above the ground.

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