Who We Are
Imagine Dragons, Smoke and Mirrors

Padded footsteps slammed briefly against the cold pavement rooftop before they were swiftly moved. A yawning chasm split a harelength away from the runner.

Her breathing hitched as a foot hit the tip, pushing off strongly as she sailed over the darkness that her unnatural eyes easily cut through. She slammed hard against the rooftop. A stumble, her arms thrown outwards before she righted herself as if she's done this for years, and not the scarces few days in the dark blanket of night.

Up in the Morning, Up in the Evening

Her hot breath bounced right back, and her cheek itched underneath the thick coating of white that obscured her pale lips and other facial features from the nose down. She didn't dare risk anything less, and with every staggering faceless person she flew over, she felt her already rapidly beating heart skip a beat.

We Were Never Welcomed Here,

She moved faster than she could have ever achived, any normal person achieved as another drop loomed. Another pang of fear as she threw herself over it once more, this time her ankle threatening to buckle.

We were Never Welcomed Here at All

Despite the brisk midwinter air, she was soaked with sweat. Despite how much she'd changed in a month and a half, exhaustion tugged at her limbs, an exhaustion that whispered of a peaceful, maybe even dreamless sleep. At the amount of caffeine she was running out, the unhealthy amount she needed for ot to actual work was raising a suspicion she was not ready to face.

She did not practically found of secrets, but she had to admit she was getting disturbingly good at telling them.

It's Who We Are

The already rapidly diminishing rooftop didn't allow the girl to skid to a stumbling stop. She dug her feet into the rooftop, bursts of numbness at her virtually bare feet scrapped against the concrete underneath.

A quick look over her shoulder costed her as familer looking buildings sped past her vision, ones that were clear as day despite the nearly lightless night. As she threw her foor ahead of her, expecting one more stretch of rooftop before she was forced to jump, nothing loomed before her. A small, audible sound of shock and fear escaped her clenched teeth as her heart dropped to her stomach, barely able to get a decent push to the next rooftop that lead to the apartment she would soon start calling home.

That if, she didn't land as a splatter on the vacant streets.

Doesn't Matter if it's all a Game

She barely registered the blurring, faded brick before throwing out two hands, already sore skin being dragged across the rough bricks before skidding to a stop.

A foot flew out, curled to her chest to avoid slamming headfirst into the wall in no doubt, a painful way.

A strained breath in, attempting to calm some shattered nerves as she clung shaking to the wall, not entirely sure that whatever force kept her stuck to the wasn't- (The talons, she would guess that sprung out in a panic, but also the other thing, that was much more nervewrecking to use)-going to suddenly break and stop her from plummeting to the ground and getting serious injured.

A deep exhale followed with some quiet swears under her breath,  she slowly pulled herself up onto the rooftop, easily transitioning into a crouching position. With a deep sigh, she shifted her weight enough to rub the bridge of her noise with one hand, the other pulled up and resting on a knee.

"And you thought it was a good idea to run across Parisian rooftops, in the dead of night AND winter. You are certainly a genius." She groaned, casting her gaze to the metal fire escape and the open window. While no snow had fallen, despite it being in the middle of January, Sofia Silver could say that she was lucky for that at least. With the unnaturally warm winter break- (It was pass midnight. Winter break was dead.) All she needed was an old hoodie she scrounged up, one she had solely dedicated to... Whatever this was.

Perhaps it was needed, because Sofia could see no way on hiw she would somehow be able to leap from the rooftop to the fire escape, simply a meter away and only about half of that lower than her.

She knew that, she possibly could. She did... Or something similar, something she preformed over a month ago, and clearly she was having trouble replicating

Standing uo, she judged her distance between the rooftop thay newrly killed her and her own personal rooftop, before breaking into a run and clearing the final gap between her and the fire escape. Spinning on her heels, she turned, crouching at the tip of the rooftop. She carefully dropped down, flinching at the noise flesh on metal tends to make as she pushed the window open, and swung a leg inside.

The room was a hazard, her bed shoved into the corner with the boxes seemingly winning the battle for dominance in her room. Nothing was really unpacked, with days spent studying- (Not for school, which is something she might end up regreting later, but with the pressing fact being that a few days ago that she kicked the wall and she broke it, it seemed to be more important-) And nights either spent sleepless with The Score or being an American Ninja in Paris, she was busy.

Sadly, with class starting at Françoise Dupont High School later today, sleep had been something that she desperately needed, and couldn't quite grasp. Stress, general  nervousness didn't exact lull her gently to sleep.

Plenty of things to stress about. Akumas, schoolwork, accidently breaking something. With the whole superpowers thing, it was surprisingly easy to utterly destory something that you shouldn't have.

So this left her sleepless and anxious, something she decided to fix with a run across the rooftops. Something she had worried about the first time a few days ago, barely managing a few rooftops with her makeshift disguise. Her hands had been shaking by the time she had come back in, somehow managing not to slice open her cheeks as she removed the webbing that made her mask.

But she kept going out, each night unable to resist the call of it, the feeling of running and adrenaline, the familiarity of it.

Two nights ago, she attempted to put it off, wait it out. Suppress the feeling that slowly grew in her during the past weeks.

That night had been one of the longest runs, barely slipping back inside just as the first hints of sunrise made themselves apparent. That record had been beaten by tonight.

She shrugged off the pants and hoodie she had thrown on, shoving them back into her closet while the socks were bunched into a ball and shoved under her bed. She'll figure out how to explain the rips, including the ones where her toes were.

Despite the pitch blackness, she could see completely fine as she reached for her phone, before drawing back, remembering what happened last time.

Carefully after sitting down on her disheveled bed, she held up a talon tipped finger, careful scrapping away the webbing facemask she'd strung together in an attempt to not make her instantly recognisable. The scraps ended up underneath her bed as well, until the morning came as she transported them into the trash.

She let out a sigh, slipping underneath the ice touched bedsheets, suppressing a shiver. She was tired enough, that within a few minutes, she'll be able to get a meager few hours of sleep.

Until school. Hallelujah.

It don't look clear but it's all uphill from here