Re: Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
Sasha jumped when she finally caught view of Cat right there and muttered a few choice swears under her breath. The women were both dressed in black, and both edged in the grit from Jersey that no one from there could ever escape, but that was about where their similarities ended. They hardly even looked like sisters, thanks to mom's late in life jungle fever.
Cat was gorgeous and silent and moved effortlessly through the air. She was smart and strong and everything Sasha wanted to be. And Sasha? Well... Sasha was pretty worthless in comparison. In her own opinion, of course. It was hard to compare one's self to the person that they've hero-worshiped for their entire life. Even worse when that person is the only flesh and blood relation she had. (Yeah, yeah, Hels, but she's not around.)
And when Sasha actually won any of their little bets? It was because she cheated, or because Cat let her win. Deep down she recognized that, and she loved her sister dearly, but it was hard to forever be in someone's shadow. (Ew, not like that. The Shadow was... ew, no.) Not that she let that have any effect on her mood. She'd lived with those internal comparisons long enough that they were always buried with less chance to find them than a corpse in the Pine Barrens.
Not hidden as well was the residual guilt for dragging Cat out here for a run. She had been doing so well, and she had been happy enough in Repose that she hadn't needed this. Then Bruce had to go and show up. Cat deserved better than that, better than him. Maybe her new little boyfriend she was moving forward with would help that out? He better, or Sasha was going to stab him in the foot through that pretty boot she'd returned to him.
Eyebrows raised in smug confidence as she teased, "I hope you have some of those yellow rubber gloves. You're going to need them." Sasha hated losing, but even she knew that this was hardly a contest and she was going to be cleaning those bathrooms. Again. Ugh. Maybe she'll tell Jude it's his turn instead.
Eye on the prize, Sasha gave her sister a smirk, a thumbs-up, and then chunky boots were once more beating down on the asphalt of the roof to gain speed enough to make the first leap. The game itself? The race? It was easy if she followed one simple rule comprised of three simple monosyllabic words.
1) Don't. 2) Look. 3) Down.
"Woooo!" The ecstatic sound slipped from her throat and echoed high above the streets as Sasha flung herself through the air. Yes, the flip was entirely unnecessary. No, she wouldn't have changed it for anything. Even if Sasha did have to grab hold of the fire escape to keep herself from tumbling down to the concrete below. One wild swing of her body and she whipped herself onto the stairwell. The rapid sprint to the rooftop? Well that came with that sheer unbridled desire to not clean.
Even if she was already way too far behind thanks to that flourish. Whatever. It was still fun, and more of a rush than anything or anyone she'd found in Repose.