A/N: YES, YES, I KNOW, THIS HAS BEEN POSTED BEFORE. That was me on my friend's and my alternate account, to see if we get any views. Yes, we did get views, but no one reviewed. So we decided to move it to my account. Let's see how we do!
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own this. Why would I be on this site anyways? Maybe to see what pairings and stuff... But I would totally put in a person for Leo. DUH.
Checking my clasp so that my cloak did not slip when I was running or jumping, I tightened it and let it drape over my body, my initials F.H. embroidered in gold thread resting neatly on my shoulder. I adjusted the straps on my jumpsuit, satisfied and tightening in some places. Holding my hand in front of my face, I will my appearance to change into a girl that has sleek black hair and a fair complexion with dark eyes the color of night. Looking over myself in the mirror, I let my eyes slide down me, checking for any loose straps or anything that would make any movement difficult or suspicious. My ears perk up at the sight of them. I almost forgot my hat! Hooking the canvas bag and running downstairs to the hat rack, I grab my skater cap and jam it on while pushing the door open with my free hand. The wind hits me in the face head on, waking me up from my sleepy stupor and almost blowing my hat off and showing off my ears to the entire town. Clapping one hand on the top of my head, I almost run into a group of school children when I start to run and jump to the top of the building. Dodging them nimbly and giving one of them a high five, I finally manage to jump to the top of the apartment building, fifteen stories up. From there, I leap from roof to roof and get to the library, my black and red cloak swirling behind me, skipping the long wait on the subway.
When I reach the library's rooftop and I slide down without anyone noticing me. I love how the Mist works that way, making the mortals think that they're either going crazy, or that it was a trick of the eye. Making my way to the counter to drop off my books, I spot a person on fire. I blink, trying to clear my eyes, because the fire is so bright and the person does not seem to be in pain. She seems visibly mad at someone, or something, I can't tell. She picks up a book about building and the flames recede from her hands and shrinks somewhat. Sooo…. I think. She likes to build. Ignoring her, I go to my usual place, in the corner table, surrounded by books. Picking up an appealing book, I read the back and stash it into my book bag, all the time my eyes flitting towards the girl, who has extinguished a little. I wonder, who is that girl, and what is she?
After spending a couple of hours at the library and filling my bag so that it is about twenty-five or so pounds, I check them out and run to my house, the books not even weighing me down. Dropping them off at my house, I head back out to Starbucks and order a hot chocolate. Waiting in line for my hot drink, the girl walks in, this time not on fire and looking a lot more upbeat. I scan her clothing, noting a tool belt and rolled up sleeves. This girl is obviously a builder, I think to myself. My name is shouted through my thoughts, bringing me back into reality. I stride up to the counter and claim my drink, and the girl's name is shouted too. The crowd is too thick for me to move out of the way, a woman that looks about twenty with blonde hair that is brown at the roots, and wearing high heels that look so high that they probably break at least a hundred health code laws (how do they wear those things? They're like wearable torture devices!), is having a hard time getting through the crowd. My instinct takes over and I seize someone's mind and make him move out of the way so that she can go through. Doing so, the other girl, the one that was on fire, squeezes in. I make the other people move, using the same technique that I used to move the other person. She must have felt the pulse that I let out when I was using my powers, because she looked at me and gesticulated with her hands, telling me to meet her outside. I nod and grab my drink and hers and head outside to the frigid cold.
In the snow, she turns around and asks me, "What's your name?"
I fidget, fighting the urge to grab my cup and run. "Faith Harrowson. What's your name?"
"Ericka Hunter. What are you?" she gives me the look that shows that she knows something that I don't. I recoil, playing my cards.
"What do you mean? You think I'm not human? Who the heck are you?" I exclaim, putting on my shocked face for extra effect. She pinches the bridge of her nose, apparently tired of my act. My guard shoots up and I snap at her, "You have no idea what you're messing with. Stay away!" I turn on my heel and walk away. In a rage, I jump onto the bookstore roof, not spilling a drop of my drink, and letting the Mist cover for me. When I turn back, Ericka is looking at me, giving me the look that shows that she knows that I'm not human.
A/N: Ok, here's a visual description of what Faith looks like physically :
FAITH HARROWSON: 5'4", slender but strong build, silver straight waist-long hair. Cat ears: Silver furred, soft pink on the inside. Silver eyes that change color with moods, turning darker when angrier. Face is oval, most of the time, her expression is unreadable, fingers are long and slender.
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