City Beat

[Sir Walnut]

Pax sat on a balcony looking out into the city. She listened closely, eyes shut, the wind throwing her hair in every direction as the traffic shot by. A hundred stories up and the airways of the city didn't get any less busy. Pax focused, let the whirl of the cars fade out, the honking of horns weaken until there was nothing left. Soon, all she could hear was a faint hum, a hum that wrapped around everything in the city. It was interwoven into every movement, every hustle and bustle of its people. She listened closer. She heard a beat, like a far off drum. So very faint at first, but growing louder with each pulsation. She listened to the city pulse. She waited for the heartbeat, felt the rhythm flow through her. There it was. She opened her eyes. And she jumped.

Mr. Martin Stevens had been having a bad day. His boss's head seemed to be stuck even further up his ass everyday. Today, his boss told him he wanted the Durin accounts finished by the end of the week. That meant unpaid overtime all week. Not only was he still working on the Peterson account but his "friend" had gone out of town leaving him his accounts too. Nothing could possibly make this day worse. Except maybe fate.

Pax waved to the very plain looking businessman as she passed through his roof and landed in the passenger seat. The man slammed the breaks and sent her flying through his windshield. She threw her arms up as she launched forward, rolled across the hood of his car, planted her feet above the front bumper and leapt forward into a front flip. The wind swept by. It grabbed at her and spun her around. She landed upon a transport with a light thud. She stood up straight and reached up, gripping tightly to a flag pole and letting her momentum swing her. At the zenith she released launching with her legs extended towards the night sky. She tilted back diving towards the streets below. A vehicle glided past and Pax pushed off towards the near by roofs. As she landed she rolled to her feet and took a deep breath. Not much farther towards her destination.

Pax stepped toward the edge and looked over towards the alleyway, still very far below. She took a pair of black gloves out of the inside of her jacket. She took several steps back from the ledge then ran forward and jumped across the alley and catching onto a window sill.

"Oh, crap.", Pax's soft voice escaped as she slipped from the window. She slid down the side of the building, hoping that the micro fibers in the gloves fingertips would grip the wall. No such luck today. All it did was slow her fall. Luckily, she landed in an open dumpster.

"Gross."

Pax sat up and sighed blowing her black hair out of her eyes. She hoped out of the dumpster, took off her gloves and turned the corner.

"Allison! Hey your just in time for dinner.", A young man with very short brown hair stood outside of the restaurant who's dumpster she had just fallen into.

"Hey, Bill. Glad I'm on time," Pax brushed some dirt off her jacket, "traffic was a bit rough."

[Sir Walnut]

A short little return post. My grand entrance will becoming soon.