[syn] Who: Charls Goodwyn + Raksha Kurosawa What: Charls is letting off some steam...a bit literally. When: Early morning of 2013 September 15 Where: Seagram Tower rooftop Rating: ~PG Status: Finished.
The days in which Charls could just go up to the tower and let it all out was being numbered, and a part of him couldn't help but worry what he'd do once October does roll in and the ceilings are raised even if he had found a way around it during his first year as an agent. But before that happens, he was already cherishing the little days he had left of freedom.
That Sunday was one such day. Charls had always been an early riser, work or no work, and after he got dressed for the day and had breakfast, he wandered up to the rooftop as quietly as he could. It was a weekend so it was highly likely that half the tower was still asleep and he hoped that that would allow him a private getaway.
Which it did. And he breathed out a sigh of relief as he started towards the edge of the garden, overlooking the city below him while he shrugged off his leather coat and left it over the back of a chair he'd passed. He then started to unbutton his cuffs and roll them back, to his elbows as he stopped three steps from the dead height, just enough a distance to let him see the city life passing beneath him. Yellow cars, people in black coats, stopping and going, all of them busy with their own lives. Very well.
Charls started stepping back and he took in a sharp breath as he felt the tingle and itch, even the pain, the pins and needles, of electric pass through his fingers, into his arms -- and then out. The buildup wasn't too bad this time; as he lashed out his white, silver claws into the heavens, the pop! and the bang! were not as obnoxious, as grand and as worrying as they had been the first time he did that as an agent. The fury of his electrokinesis came out in bursts -- three bursts in fact, weakening every time he poured them out of his systems until finally, all he could produce were fizzles and crackles and the scent of burnt air.
Down there, he hoped the city only thought it was the gray clouds pondering rain.
A grateful sigh escaped him as he lowered his hands slowly, his muscles shaking a little at the force although he did nothing to calm them.
Charls did not abandon his place immediately. Still in the same form, he breathed in and out deeply to calm his nerves and his racing heart.