Sasha prefers to open (carry) wrote in repose, @ 2015-12-08 17:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, cat dubrovna, sasha james |
Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
Who: Cat & Sasha
What: Typical sisterly bonding, y'all.
Where: Capital rooftops
When: After this.
Warnings/Rating: Probably something? Maybe? Or not? idk
Sasha's goggles dangled around her neck as she peered over the edge of the rooftop, curly hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Wind whipped faster at this height, and a normal person wouldn't teeter their toes along the sudden drop, walking the corner like a tightrope in their leggings and chunky boots. Cat and Sasha both were not normal people. This was therapy. Sasha swayed in the breeze, arms out to keep her balance. This city was too bright. There wasn't any smog to haze out the yolky streetlights. However, on the pro side, that meant it was so much easier to pick out people and places below.
Goggles were brought up to her eyes, loosely, so she could get the lay of the land. The world was cloaked in green, dark shadows brushed away in favor of shades of forest and lime. Digital readouts of the distance, the bodies in the windows across the way, possible camera locations... Eddie was awesome with his gadgets. But knowing the numbers didn't stop that knot from growing within her stomach. It was way too easy to go kersplat on the highway beneath. Edges of the goggles hit her clavicles beneath the black hoodie she wore when she dropped the eyewear back around her neck.
"I can't believe we're going to do this. It's too far." She hopped down from the impending doom that stretched far below the ledge, and took a few steps back towards the middle of the roof.
Sasha didn't wait to be talked out of it. Hell, she didn't even want a pep talk. Instead she hopped in place a couple of times, shaking out her limbs, and then with the speed that seemed to be brought on by outrunning death itself, Sasha ran and leapt off the edge of the building. Her landing on the roof of the building across the street? It could have used some work. She rolled a few times, just barely missing a very jarring meeting of her face and the currently unused AC unit by ducking to the left. The tiny woman popped up to her feet and two thumbs were raised way up over her head to let Cat know she was okay. Except she was facing the wrong way. A spin on the heel of her boot, a full 180, and thumbs were thrown up in the air again. Wait... Where'd Cat go?