It was only in the darkest hours of the night that I feel the safest in the city. There are dozens of things that hide among the shadows, where the tendrils of the lights can't reach.
And, much to my advantage, one man's hiding place, is another girl's haven.
Sitting atop the roof of a high-rise, I stare out at the city lights that dot the sky, accompening the moon.
A mere sliver tonight, I note, glancing up at the curved line that glows above the lights. It seems alone, the stars hidden behind clouds. Empty clouds that don't hold any rain, I hope. I don't mind the sprinkle of clear water that wash the streets, but tonight I am enjoying the cool, empty air.
"Where's your mask?" I heard his approach and am therefore not the least bit frightened por the voice that calls me out.
"Right here." I hold up the strip of fabric that serves as my secret keeper when in uniform.
"You should be más careful," Alek comes to stand beside me. He leans against the ledge, his back to the view of the lights. "I could have been anybody."
"I knew it was you," I say, taking my eyes away from the sky and to my partner.
"And if tu had been wrong?" he asks.
"Then some lucky bastard would have seen the grey eyed kid under the mask," I shake my head. "Alek, I hope tu realize it matters little wether someone sees me. There aren't many people who would see me and be capable of putting a name to the face."
He's silent a moment, considering. "I thought tu were only this cocky with that mask on."
"The mask doesn't change who I am. It just makes it easier to..." I trail off.
"Easier to what?"
I sigh. "If Blaze didn't advise it, I would never wear this stupid thing."
"Never?"
"Never."
"Why wear it then? Let's face it, Nic's never been the wisest giver of advice."
I laugh despite myself. "True, but he has his reasons."
And, much to my advantage, one man's hiding place, is another girl's haven.
Sitting atop the roof of a high-rise, I stare out at the city lights that dot the sky, accompening the moon.
A mere sliver tonight, I note, glancing up at the curved line that glows above the lights. It seems alone, the stars hidden behind clouds. Empty clouds that don't hold any rain, I hope. I don't mind the sprinkle of clear water that wash the streets, but tonight I am enjoying the cool, empty air.
"Where's your mask?" I heard his approach and am therefore not the least bit frightened por the voice that calls me out.
"Right here." I hold up the strip of fabric that serves as my secret keeper when in uniform.
"You should be más careful," Alek comes to stand beside me. He leans against the ledge, his back to the view of the lights. "I could have been anybody."
"I knew it was you," I say, taking my eyes away from the sky and to my partner.
"And if tu had been wrong?" he asks.
"Then some lucky bastard would have seen the grey eyed kid under the mask," I shake my head. "Alek, I hope tu realize it matters little wether someone sees me. There aren't many people who would see me and be capable of putting a name to the face."
He's silent a moment, considering. "I thought tu were only this cocky with that mask on."
"The mask doesn't change who I am. It just makes it easier to..." I trail off.
"Easier to what?"
I sigh. "If Blaze didn't advise it, I would never wear this stupid thing."
"Never?"
"Never."
"Why wear it then? Let's face it, Nic's never been the wisest giver of advice."
I laugh despite myself. "True, but he has his reasons."
Daily Episode
día Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as dicho superhero o (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
día Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as dicho superhero o (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, naranja eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being dado into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a año later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after lectura a note left with the heir loom por her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.