Of Things Less Ordinary Than Not

She edged around the side of the building, the shadowy alley reaching out to embrace her slim form and mask it slightly. Black, gray and charcoal melding together to cast a dusky veil over her features. It wasn't that Mai needed to hide in the shadows, or that she particularly enjoyed skulking about through alleyways, but it was the most efficient recourse at the moment, so she took it.

Delicate fingers rose to finger the small braid adorning her long hair, flicking it back off her shoulder with a practiced twitch. Skirting a rusted dumpster, her nose wrinkled in distaste. The smell of rotting food and wet mold was prevalent, although she was lucky enough that a chill breeze was blowing in the opposite direction so as to carry the scent away. Small booted feet stopped a few inches away from a chain linked fence, gold flecked eyes taking in the pile of cardboard boxes set against the other side. They were damp and sagging in some places, but ample enough hold for her small weight.

Assessing the area, Mai glanced to both sides to ensure that no one was around to see her physical feat of prowess. After determining the alley was empty of all but an errant cat pawing at the bones of a fish, she took a small step back. The clomp of combat boots meeting pavement was the only sound as she lunged forward and scaled the fence in two quick movements. Cold metal meeting palms and fingers, leaving their icy bites behind to sear her flesh.

Flipping over the top, Mai alighted near silently on top of the boxes. Her prediction held true as they refused to budge. Hopping off her makeshift landing, the mutant continued making her way down the alley. According to her briefing, it should come out into a street soon enough. Although these back alleys formed streets of their own, the information she needed wouldn't be found out here.

After a few quiet minutes, in which she avoided murky puddles, grimy walls and other such unsavory things, she came to the opening of the alley. A sea of people walked by, cars honking loudly mere feet away. The loud sounds of humanity broke like a wave over her senses, and for a moment Mai paused to appreciate the blocking effect of several thick buildings and layers of concrete.

Running a hand down her sleeve, she removed the nonexistent wrinkles from her foray into the backside of the city. Sticking her hands in her pockets in a decidedly casual motion, she seamlessly slipped into the crowd of people and made her way down the street.

A.T was walking on the streets of New York. He wasn't looking to do a hit, but instead looking to have a relaxing off day. The streets held so many people that were loud and ignorant that A.T wished they all just shut up. The cars honked so much as if they were trying to get A.T aggravated. New york held more out of place people than a circus would. Everyone either looks like they are going to work, or being a super hero part time from being special in their heads. A.T Personally hated New York but always had to go there since it's neighboring his hometown which is Jersey City, NJ.

His feet were moving fast so that he could pass by everything quick so that he would not get irritated. People were moving away thinking he was rude because he was doing so. A.T' weapons were shown on his body. He had his sword,his shield,and his Shoalin weapon which was kinda like Cyclop's eyes with it's special powers. A.T walked and accidentally bumped into a girl touching her ass with his hand by accident. He quickly jumped in front of her. [color:cfe2=green}"I'm sorry"[/color] A.T then started looking at her from down to up. Hm, She's kinda skinny,but still bangable wait she looks kinda YOUNG A.T realized she was young when he seen her face. He gave her a look as if he was brain dead mixed with the look as if he was going to jail. A.T couldn't move because of what he thought. He uttered the words. [color=green]"I'm not a mo......." before fainting and falling backwards.