Hey everyone!!
I know I'm most likely writing this to noone else but myself, but ten years later and here I am. I can only wonder who is left here with me.
So I figured I'd take a crack at reopening this back up and trying out some creative outlets. Without any further ado...
The slim, petite teen, ladened with sacks under each arm, only made it a few blocks before turning a right into an even less lit alleyway behind what once was a vibrant corner cafe but was now hastily blocked with pasted pages of yellowing newspaper.
She dropped her stolen bundles down by some rotting pallets and rolled her shoulders as they cracked in protest "Damn," she muttered to herself.
This was alot easier with some robo arms to do the heavy lifting.
She knew since she was young that her strengths were always beyond the physical kind; that was never her style. Even her powers, her true strength, was more built from foundations of wit and acrobats, honed with endless repetition and strict training. At her peak conditioning from the Academy, as toned as her body was, it was always built for balance and evasive maneuvers.
She was in anything but peak condition now.
Her scuffed fingers intertwined with eachother, bending back and forth as she tried to release the bit of stiffness she felt in them before she returned to smuggling her steals back to where she was currently crashing.
Suddenly, down at the other end of the alley, something moved by the dumpster; the sound of debris shifting and a can rolling across the cracked asphalt startled Jinx as she whipped around, eyes glowing.
"Show yourself!" She demanded to the darkness, her body tense in her reflexive defense position. But all she recieved in response was the can slowing to a stop. Her head spinning a thousand possibilities in her mind at once, she repeated herself, less sure, "I said, show yourself... or else!", but still nothing.
With a slight quiver in her elbow, she shot a magenta spark from the tips of her left finger down to the corner of the dumpster. It burst upon impact, dispersing the contents of several bags of half opened trash across the way. Some small things scampered away through the reflecting slivers of glasss, and Jinx crumpled, regaining her senses. She was so uptight, so wired, and so unnerved now, and she hated herself for it. She had always been able to feel 3 steps ahead, even when losing, but now she just felt... off.
Regaining her breath, she picked up her ill gotten gains and decided it was best if she just headed straight back to where she currently was staying, and headed back onto the main street. It wasn't the greatest part of town, but it was what she could afford and it was somewhat safe enough for her to try to sleep at night.
And now, she thought as she fought the last couple blocks towards the rusted iron door on the lefthand side, she might be able to afford to live another week there without having to find out what "deal" the grimy slumlord was so keen to discuss with her in his first floor room.
She just hoped she wouldn't have to run into him or anyone else before she could figure out what her next plans were with this money though.