Shay (1st_cutter) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-07-05 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, shay |
Who: Shay & Open
Where: Downtown
When: after dark, Friday night, Feb 5th
Warnings: Shay's got a superiority complex, shouldn't be anything too bad.
The weather was starting to warm, less snow and more sleet-going-on-rain, which meant that she'd been here longer than she'd thought. Well, no, that wasn't strictly true, she knew exactly how long she'd been there, since her internal calendar and chrono were still working just fine. Really she'd been there longer than she'd expected to be, and definitely longer than she'd wanted to be. She already figured things would be different back home whenever she got back, but she wasn't going to let herself speculate on just how different, because if she was being honest with herself, she was kind of looking forward to the surprise.
She wasn't thinking about any of that right at the moment, however, right at the moment she was perched halfway up a building, an office block downtown, one of her favorite kinds of buildings, the ones that were made of steel and reinforced glass, the kind of building that from a hoverboard's standpoint, made it almost like being back in New Pretty Town again. It gave the board something to hold onto, something to push off of, right now it was stuck flat side down to the building, leaving her a few inches ledge to perch herself on, back flat against the glass, the lights were off inside, which made it easier on her, especially without a sneak-suit. She'd positioned herself to where she could brace her feet against the edge of the board and hold on to the bare space between a couple of the plate glass windows above her head.
She was watching the street below, and she was listening in on any public bands that she could pick up with the receiver hardwired to her skull, it wasn't the same as back home, it was a little trickier, but she was tricky, she was Special, and so this was her element. She knew there were other crime-fighters there, 'professionals' from other worlds or times, but she didn't care. As she'd told Buffy not too long ago, this was her world now, and she would fight to protect it, which meant that she had to save the citizens of Lawrence from themselves, and occasionally from each other. She let go with one hand so that she could pull her hood back from her face, wanting to feel the cold breeze against her skin as she waited.