WHO: Andrea Rojas and Spike WHERE: Streets of Lawrence. WHEN: Early morning of the sixteenth WHAT: Andrea is doing vigilante goodness and Spike is being morally uncool. STATUS: Closed/Incomplete Ratings: TBD
With a slight bending of her knees, Andrea jumped from the ground onto a four story building with much more easy than a person jumped from the ground and onto a foot stool. The wind whooshed passed her and she landed with perfect precision. The speed, the agility, it almost felt as if she were flying. It felt good not to have to stumble through it all. Again. The memories of the Alternate Life had been very fresh on her mind her first night out that she had slipped up in ways she hadn't since her very first time in costume. Nothing major, luckily. Habit surged through her body and kicked in quickly, allowing her to fall back on it and the skills she'd learned in the long and grueling months since receiving her powers.
While her body had clearly recalled everything and had missed it, missed being able twist and turn in such a way that would make the most expert gymnast cry in envy. With strength that would have had Arnold throwing in the towel in his glory days. While her body had missed it ... For a moment, after receiving her life back. She'd been very angry. Not solely for her friends. Of course, she was angry for them. They'd all seemed to have managed to get the very short end of the stick. Nevertheless, her anger had been for herself as well. For herself. At herself. At the world. It'd been like those long weeks, months. After the heart-transplant. When she would look out at the dead of night livid that it couldn't provid her with the age old question. The question containing the same two letters but with a bit of a kick. 'Why me?' Or. How about another favorite. 'Why this?' Andrea used to have list of things she would have rather lost then losing her mother and gaining these ... powers. None of it nice, rarely any of it pretty. Yet it would have been a closer hint to normalcy than having super-powers she hadn't a single clue of how to deal with.
This time around she knew what to do with the powers. And lucky enough the list hadn't made an appearance, because she'd dealt with enough and seen enough to know that what she had - her powers - were hers. And while she was still figuring out a reason, aside from making right a lot of the things had done, they were hers. And she wouldn't trade them for anything. Or so she had thought.
A family. She had had a family. A big one. With brothers. And a dad. It had been so nice having a dad. Andrea had spent years convincing herself and her mother that not knowing hers didn't matter. Only to have the warmth of some figment wrapping his arms around her like she was his little girl imprinted in her brain.
Andrea felt guilty for wanting that. Because her mom had done good by her. Yet even if it was selfish, and she thought the world of her real mother. It had been nice to not feel as if she came second. To a company. To a mission. A lot of things had felt so fucking nice and she had been so fucking angry.
Yet she was dealing with it. Like she tended to do. She had gone out, beat up people, and came home and watched streaming videos of Glee. She lended shoulders to cry on and ate lots of ice cream as she suppressed lots of emotions and made herself more uptight than she needed to be.
With a huff, Andrea leaped from the building top she had been on onto another one. Eyes scanning the ground below as she softly hummed the chorus to Bust A Move. Damn Glee. Taking her back. The song had been in her head all week. Refusing to be removed for long. Not even by Christmas songs. She really enjoyed that show.
And leaping onto another building top ...
Andrea had been sleeping a little less than usual. Not that she ever slept much in the first place. However, she had been decorating like mad and clocking more ours doing the vigilante beat. It was stupid, yet a part of her felt as if she had to make up for the days that she had missed.
She would probably have to slow down soon. But maybe later. She and Andrew need to get working on their business. And she was actually thinking of redoing the bathroom in her apartment ...
Even though Andrea's mind was distracted by Alternate Life and the things she had to do with the now, her eyes still roamed. While she was getting tuned into picking things up while she was contemplating other things. She was still too new at this for her instincts to be that good. Nevertheless, she managed to pick up something. Something that she would have likely missed what with the way the night seemed to shroud everything. Even with the street lights. Still. Seeing a person on a fairly regular basis tended to make them easier to spot. Which is why she managed to pick up Spike. That and he had platinum blonde hair.
Leaning forward, Andrea squinted. Just what the hell was he doing? Spike sucked at looking inconspicuous in her opinion. She'd never tell him this but the was certainly an ... air about. Whether you called it danger or mystery. Something else. Or all three. Spike had it. While most would find it sexy - and to herself on a rooftop she could admit that it was -more often than not it made her roll her eyes. As she was currently doing, ignoring the exasperated(ly fond) smile that quirked her lips. Andrea jumped down easily, down a five story building, wanting to know what he was up to. She would leave him alone unless he was doing something stupid ... Okay. Unless he was doing something annoying ... No. Unless he did anything to irritate her ... Oh, forget it. Chances were Spike was going to end up in a dumpster at least once before the night was over.