04-24-2012, 01:38 AM
Adding a flourish of scarlet for good measure, Lexi grinned at her work of art. The Smashers were sure to be peeved that she had managed to get into their territory and tag it up, which in turn meant that Ace, leader of the Spades, would be quite pleased with her. This spot, high above the thrift shop, hadn't required help from Fury, but his company was great anyway. For being an alien life form, he certainly was funny when he wanted to be. Ever since he had bonded with her, her grafitti had taken on some different attributes, like the tendrils that were currently spreading out from the Spade on the previously white wall in front of them. It was just her way of putting a signature to her work for him as well considering some of the places she tagged were impossible to reach without him.
Dressed all in black, for it was the middle of the night after all, Lexi began making her way down off of the building. She took the long way, enjoying the feel of adrenaline pumping through her body and the concentration she needed to put on her task. Of course, the black clothing that she wore under her shirt and shorts wasn't actually clothing at all, but the symbiote. He had quite the amazing ability to alter the color of his body, leading to the creation of spectacularly realistic clothing. Lexi had learned in the month since finding him that he was just full of surprises, like being bulletproof. That had been an unpleasant discovery though.
Several minutes later, Lexi was safely back on the ground and strolling down the street. Anyone who had been watching her would have been surprised to see that the black underclothing she had on had vanished, but that was simply the symbiote withdrawing into her body again. Their bond was nearly perfect, the only difference being that they shared two consciousnesses, and really, two bodies. Fury lived within her body, but had his own. It was kind of weird if she thought about it, but she didn't mind. They were partners after all.
As she walked, she pulled out a chocolate bar, one of dozens in her backpack, and began munching on it. "Thanks. I was getting sort of hungry," a voice said in her head, the sound raspy.
"I know. Don't worry about it," she responded as she finished off the bar and stuffed the wrapper into the nearby trashcan that marked one part of the boundary between the Spades and the Smashers. She was home, if she could consider any place "home" that is. Sleeping in a warehouse every night wasn't quite the same as having a nice warm bed to hop in at the end of the day after all. But, yawning, she finally entered the large building and made her way to her sleeping bag before crawling in and passing out.
((If someone wants to be walking around or something, feel free. :) OR you could just skip to morning. It's all up to you guys. (Note: this is here so that you guys will see it, and because I posted in the OOC already. :sweat:))
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