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dualislogs2019-11-23 06:00 am
ferrokinetically) wrote in dualislogs2019-11-23 06:00 am
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Forget about the dirty looks
WHO: Lorna + Drifter be_notorious
WHAT: Power parkour
WHERE: Random parts of the city because they're cool
WHEN: Night, 11/23
WARNINGS: Probably nothing?
One of the constants in Lorna's turbulent life was the fact that she had always embraced her powers. Maybe that came from the fact that she'd been the village freak before her powers manifested. A little green haired girl with a lot of issues just didn't fit in a rural farming town that didn't even have high speed internet. Imagine that? Growing up without high speed internet in this day in age. Basically torture. That's sure as hell how she'd seen it: pure torture. And she'd let herself wallow in the whole torture of it all like any teen that'd just gotten their first My Chemical Romance CD. Damn it was embarrassing to look back on.
Still, small town had never left her with much freedom when it came to her powers. That didn't mean she didn't use them. She sure as hell did, but she had dear old Dad to get her out of police shit back then. As an adult, she hadn't had that connection. Fact was, the connection actually worked the opposite now. Being known as a terrorists daughter in an age where one more little push would send mutants and humans into all out war, well, it didn't tick off any bonus points in her Sentinel Forces file. Which was fine by her, the file was big enough now without adding to it. End result was the same though: little chance to be too showy with her powers. Gotta keep a low profile when you're on the run.
Sucked. Really sucked actually. And it meant she never got the chance to really let loose. Or do one of the thing she loved the most: fly. It was different here though. Here it seemed almost like people just didn't care about the people that were different. Maybe it was because everybody was sort of different here. Or maybe it was just meant to give them a false sense of safety. The reason didn't matter much to her. Never did.
The new found freedom hadn't completely sunk in yet with her though so she kept most of her practice contained to night. That's when she put on her steel toed boots and metal bracelets and went out to play around. Which was exactly what she was doing tonight. There's a green mist snaking around her wrists and ankles as she glides from building to building. She slows down on one particular high building and then starts descending down, touching the side of a building with one foot to push her towards the other. She does a spin as she touches down on the ground and then looks back up, idly wondering how fast she could make it back up.
be_notoriousWHAT: Power parkour
WHERE: Random parts of the city because they're cool
WHEN: Night, 11/23
WARNINGS: Probably nothing?
One of the constants in Lorna's turbulent life was the fact that she had always embraced her powers. Maybe that came from the fact that she'd been the village freak before her powers manifested. A little green haired girl with a lot of issues just didn't fit in a rural farming town that didn't even have high speed internet. Imagine that? Growing up without high speed internet in this day in age. Basically torture. That's sure as hell how she'd seen it: pure torture. And she'd let herself wallow in the whole torture of it all like any teen that'd just gotten their first My Chemical Romance CD. Damn it was embarrassing to look back on.
Still, small town had never left her with much freedom when it came to her powers. That didn't mean she didn't use them. She sure as hell did, but she had dear old Dad to get her out of police shit back then. As an adult, she hadn't had that connection. Fact was, the connection actually worked the opposite now. Being known as a terrorists daughter in an age where one more little push would send mutants and humans into all out war, well, it didn't tick off any bonus points in her Sentinel Forces file. Which was fine by her, the file was big enough now without adding to it. End result was the same though: little chance to be too showy with her powers. Gotta keep a low profile when you're on the run.
Sucked. Really sucked actually. And it meant she never got the chance to really let loose. Or do one of the thing she loved the most: fly. It was different here though. Here it seemed almost like people just didn't care about the people that were different. Maybe it was because everybody was sort of different here. Or maybe it was just meant to give them a false sense of safety. The reason didn't matter much to her. Never did.
The new found freedom hadn't completely sunk in yet with her though so she kept most of her practice contained to night. That's when she put on her steel toed boots and metal bracelets and went out to play around. Which was exactly what she was doing tonight. There's a green mist snaking around her wrists and ankles as she glides from building to building. She slows down on one particular high building and then starts descending down, touching the side of a building with one foot to push her towards the other. She does a spin as she touches down on the ground and then looks back up, idly wondering how fast she could make it back up.
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"Big plans." She quirks and eyebrow and gives a flash of a smirk. "Sturdy shouldn't be hard to identify. Got any idea where to start looking though?"