For once it was early in the night, about ten o’clock to be exact, but anyone without a watch could have easily been fooled. The sky was painted a deep shade of obsidian, not a single star in sight and the moon shrouded in darkness by the foreboding clouds. A storm was definitely rolling in and water droplets would begin falling from the visionless sky at any point now, but that still did not stop the passionate Storm-Riders of San Francisco from dancing about; the petite blonde who was riding across the rooftops of the seven hundred block was one of these people.
Ophelia let her bright crimson orbs scan over the various obstacles before her as she road home from her training session, her eyes hard as she tried to ignore the perpetual pain in her lower legs. She had been testing a new method to control her Regalia, a method which only blew up in her face, so now she was feeling quite unplesant. She knew she only her own stupidity to thank for it though since she knew better than to train so far from her apartment.
Still all she could do was push herself a little harder to get home and bandage her winds up, her slowly picking up speed as she neared the largest jump on her route. Under normal circumstances the jump would have been quite simple to master, but with the usually pale scars that create an intricate ribbon pattern from her ankles to her knees now causing her pain, she was going to have some problems. Ophelia only kept up her pace though, racing towards the twenty foot gap as fast as she could before twisting her whole body to make the jump. Like a well practiced dancer she placed pressure upon her back wheels at just the right moment and Brant her knees a little before launching herself into the air, performing a triple axel jump with perfect precision to cross the street below her. Now came the hard part though, landing without breaking her neck.
The smashing of parts was the first thing that Ophelia heard when she collided with the hard cement on the building's roof, her whole body skidding a few feet as she collided with the ground from the momentum that she had. A small hiss almost broke her lips at the pain that shot through her legs, but she held it back as she sat up to assess the damage that she had caused. All she saw at first was her wheel out of place, but she had a feeling that was the worst of her troubles. With broken motions she ripped her Air Treks from her feet and began to fiddle with her wheels.
"Piece of shit! My fucking axels just snapped in half!"
There was nothing worse in her mind than a broken axel, especially when she was sitting perched on a tall building. Now she was going to have to shimmy to the ground and walk home bare foot, a disgusting thing indeed but necessary now. The woman could not help but let a stream of cuss words flow from her paling lips as she tied the laces of her shoes together, various plans on how to murder something forming in her mind due to her severe anger. She honestly did not think her night could get much worse, but she did not want to jinx it either so she simply draped the now useless contraptions over her neck to climb down to the saftey of the concrete jungle. If her legs did not hurt before they did now and she felt every single step she took as she made her way over to the fire escape.
Once there the petite woman began the five story decent on the rotting iron to the floor below, climbing down a small ladder that posed a small jump to this haven first though. She wished that someone would have invested in the extra six feet or a ladder to help her down, but luck just did not seem to be on her side that night as more fire licked at her legs. Her two feet being planted safely on the ground was the only thing that calmed her, though it was short lived as she stalked home to the three hundred block.
"I swear to fucking God I am going to murder someone tonight! First my legs, then my Air Treks, and now I had to climb down to even walk home! Fucking perfect!"
Ophelia let her bright crimson orbs scan over the various obstacles before her as she road home from her training session, her eyes hard as she tried to ignore the perpetual pain in her lower legs. She had been testing a new method to control her Regalia, a method which only blew up in her face, so now she was feeling quite unplesant. She knew she only her own stupidity to thank for it though since she knew better than to train so far from her apartment.
Still all she could do was push herself a little harder to get home and bandage her winds up, her slowly picking up speed as she neared the largest jump on her route. Under normal circumstances the jump would have been quite simple to master, but with the usually pale scars that create an intricate ribbon pattern from her ankles to her knees now causing her pain, she was going to have some problems. Ophelia only kept up her pace though, racing towards the twenty foot gap as fast as she could before twisting her whole body to make the jump. Like a well practiced dancer she placed pressure upon her back wheels at just the right moment and Brant her knees a little before launching herself into the air, performing a triple axel jump with perfect precision to cross the street below her. Now came the hard part though, landing without breaking her neck.
The smashing of parts was the first thing that Ophelia heard when she collided with the hard cement on the building's roof, her whole body skidding a few feet as she collided with the ground from the momentum that she had. A small hiss almost broke her lips at the pain that shot through her legs, but she held it back as she sat up to assess the damage that she had caused. All she saw at first was her wheel out of place, but she had a feeling that was the worst of her troubles. With broken motions she ripped her Air Treks from her feet and began to fiddle with her wheels.
"Piece of shit! My fucking axels just snapped in half!"
There was nothing worse in her mind than a broken axel, especially when she was sitting perched on a tall building. Now she was going to have to shimmy to the ground and walk home bare foot, a disgusting thing indeed but necessary now. The woman could not help but let a stream of cuss words flow from her paling lips as she tied the laces of her shoes together, various plans on how to murder something forming in her mind due to her severe anger. She honestly did not think her night could get much worse, but she did not want to jinx it either so she simply draped the now useless contraptions over her neck to climb down to the saftey of the concrete jungle. If her legs did not hurt before they did now and she felt every single step she took as she made her way over to the fire escape.
Once there the petite woman began the five story decent on the rotting iron to the floor below, climbing down a small ladder that posed a small jump to this haven first though. She wished that someone would have invested in the extra six feet or a ladder to help her down, but luck just did not seem to be on her side that night as more fire licked at her legs. Her two feet being planted safely on the ground was the only thing that calmed her, though it was short lived as she stalked home to the three hundred block.
"I swear to fucking God I am going to murder someone tonight! First my legs, then my Air Treks, and now I had to climb down to even walk home! Fucking perfect!"